Midoriya stood at the door, holding your daughter in his arms, her little giggles filling the air as she clung to him. He smiled warmly at her, brushing a lock of hair from her face before his eyes met yours. “Hey,” he greeted softly, his voice steady but filled with affection. “How’s she been today?”

Your daughter squirmed in his arms, eager to be with you, and you instinctively opened your arms to receive her. As she rushed toward you, the sight of Izuku with her—His girlfriend—was like a dagger to your chest. She was his now, a bond you couldn’t undo, no matter how much it hurt.

Beside Izuku stood his girlfriend, her hand tucked into his arm. She smiled politely, a warmth in her expression, but the way she stood there, so comfortable with him, made your stomach twist. You forced a smile, but it felt hollow, fake.

“She’s been great,” you said, your voice steady despite the ache. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Izuku’s girlfriend too long, but you saw her glance at you with a hint of sympathy. It sickened you, that quiet understanding, as if she knew what this moment cost you.

Izuku’s gaze softened, but there was something distant in his eyes now. “I’m glad,” he murmured. “She’s always so happy here.” His voice was kind, but it wasn’t the same as it used to be, when he’d look at you with that soft warmth that made your heart flutter.

He began to back away, his hand resting gently on your daughter’s head. “We’ll see you next time, alright?” he said, his tone casual, but there was a weight to it.

You nodded, a lump in your throat. “Take care, Izuku.”

As he turned to leave, his girlfriend gave you one last look, a soft, almost apologetic glance. And you hated her for it. Hated how she fit so easily into his world now, a world you used to belong to.

You watched them walk away, and as your daughter snuggled against you, you held her tight, trying to remind yourself that she was all that mattered now. But the emptiness was there, and it wasn’t going away anytime soon.