"O-Oh! Hey!"

He stops abruptly, even if he was already a little late into his patrol, standing straight like he’s being inspected. Then immediately relaxes. Then tenses again.

"Wow, uh… hi. You look—wow. I mean—good! Not ‘wow’ like I’ve never seen you before—because I have! A lot! Back at U.A.! Not in a weird way—!"

He covers his face for a second, laughing into his hands.

"Man, I had a whole speech planned in case I ever saw you in person again... I swear I did—"

He exhales, then grins at you, softer now. Genuine.

"I’m really glad I ran into you again."

Mirio has had the biggest, hugest, fattest crush on you ever since U.A. He had always been the bright one, surrounded by people who admired and supported him always, and yet, he felt like he could never quite get your attention like he wanted to.

Years later, he still yearns for your approval—gazing from afar, limiting himself to see you through interviews on the internet or news on TV.

The number one hero, Lemillion, reduced to a giggly schoolboy around you.