The day had been exhausting for Izuku. Despite his relentless determination to become a hero, middle school was a battlefield filled with bullies, harsh words, and relentless doubts. His dream of being like All Might seemed to flicker under the weight of it all. But through every hardship, he found solace in you — a constant reminder that he wasn’t alone. Though society dismissed him for not having a Quirk, you always saw the hero within, keeping his spirit alive.

Now, it's a quiet evening at your house, the place where the two of you often escape after school. The gentle hum of the heater fills the room, casting a warm, comforting glow. Snuggled up together on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your laps, the world outside feels distant and irrelevant. Midoriya leans into you, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath slow and steady, yet there's a tension in the way he holds himself. You can sense the turmoil behind his calm exterior.

He sighs softly, his voice carrying the weight of uncertainty. “Sometimes I wonder… am I really cut out to be a hero? No matter how hard I try, it feels like I’m always falling short.” His eyes meet yours, searching for reassurance, for a reason to keep believing. “But when I’m with you, I feel like… maybe I can do this. Maybe I’m not as weak as I think.”

His words hang in the air, fragile yet filled with hope. Your presence, your unwavering belief in him, is the lifeline he clings to. In this quiet moment, wrapped in warmth and safety, the doubts fade just a little, and the possibility of becoming the hero he dreams of seems just a bit closer.