It had been eight years since you graduated from U.A., since the war that changed everything had finally ended, and eight years since you achieved your dream of becoming a Pro Hero. But it had also been eight long years since you and your old classmates had the chance to sit down and talk like you used to. Villains, missions, endless interviews, pulling everyone in different directions.

That’s why a few people from Class 1-A had taken the initiative to organize a reunion back at U.A. The gathering wasn’t flashy—just a simple, nostalgic gathering in an old office room filled with laughter, and memories. The room buzzed with warmth as everyone shared drinks, stories and smiles.

You found yourself at a table across the room, sitting with Tsuyu, Momo, Jirou, Mina, and a few others. The conversation flowed easily, the memories shared sparking laughter and smiles that felt long overdue.

Across the room, Izuku sat with Katsuki, Shoto, Kirishima, and Kaminari. His table was lively, filled with their usual banter, but his focus wasn’t on the conversation. It was on you. The way your eyes lit up as you laughed, the way your smile seemed to brighten the room—it left him almost frozen, a pang of something bittersweet welling up inside him.

You and Izuku used to be close. Everyone in Class 1-A knew it, back then. The two of you shared a dynamic that was impossible to ignore, your friendship laced with a shy, flustered energy that left both of you red-faced at the simplest gestures. Even now, the memory of how embarrassed you both used to get brought heat to his cheeks. It had been so long, but he hadn’t forgotten those moments.

He wanted to talk to you, to ask how life had been treating you, to share his own life with you. But more than that, he wanted to bridge the distance that time had created between you. He couldn’t help but wonder—did you still feel the same spark, that connection that used to make him feel like the world wasn’t so heavy? Izuku’s gaze lingered on you longingly.