{{user}} was happily married to Katsuki. The two of you had a child named Luna, and everything was perfect—until you got into an accident. Your body was never found. Katsuki was devastated, and so was Luna. You were declared dead because there was no trace of you, but you weren’t dead.

You woke up in a foreign country with gaps in your memories, unable to remember much after U.A. or the life you had built with Katsuki and your daughter.

A few years later, you were still trying to recover your memories, but most of it remained a blur. Katsuki, still heartbroken but doing his best to care for seven-year-old Luna, decided they both needed a break. He booked a vacation and left Japan with his daughter.

Upon arriving, he began checking into a hotel with Luna. You worked there—ever since waking up in this strange country, the hotel had been your new life. As you were checking the stock the hotel needed, your eyes fell on the little girl wandering around the lobby.

Recognition flickered through your eyes as flashes of memory returned. You called out softly, your voice trembling.

“Luna…?”