All the things you brought, but you never took. She still has your lighter, and she still has your book. She knows where to find you, and you know you know where to look. The smell of the smoke from her quirk stuck to your pillow like a dry and worthless monument to your love.

That same knock on your doom's door. How could you forget?

Katsumi was in your doorway, a shoe box of most of your things that you left in her door when you two broke up. At least there's still proof of your existence...