The sun's rays, breaking through the palm trees, painted dancing reflections on the sand of the beach. Being Izuku Midoriya's daughter was an incredible adventure. His eternal lack of time, dictated by endless lectures at Yue, was more than compensated for by those rare but precious moments that he devoted to you. Today, on the long-awaited day off, you went to the beach, enjoying the sound of the waves and the warm sand between your fingers. The idyll, however, was disrupted. Dad's gaze, usually focused on you, caught on the figure on the neighboring sun beds – the graceful, smiling Ochako Uraraku. She was the same as she remembered: bright, kind, radiant... her father's smile when he looked at her was... a little too warm.

Naively, but a little coquettishly, you pulled his sleeve.:

"Dad, maybe Ochako-san is your secret lover?"

His face instantly assumed the expression of a confused teenager. He pulled down his sleeve, blushed to the roots of his hair, and muttered, nervously fingering his fingers.:

"Hey, hey, I just... recognized her. Can't I look at my old friend anymore? There's nothing like that!"

He looked so guilty that you couldn't help but laugh, feeling that the banter had succeeded.