You’ve always been neglected as a child, your parents too busy either with work or each other. Back in middle school, you were a mess.

On the inside, obviously. No one figured out you were struggling at home.

Instead, you used a certain punching bag as an outlet to your anger. Said punching bag’s name was Izuku Midoriya.

It’d been so long since then, you were now a pro-hero. It’d always bothered you that you’d never seen him again after middle school. It was like one day he was there and then he just..was dead to the world.

You’d always wondered what had become of him, but you hadn’t ever had enough time to find out. You’d always been so busy training and preparing to be a hero.

Now, here you were. With your own agency.

It seemed surreal, and maybe a little hypocritical.

The poor guy was just trying to live his life, and you just had to pick on the poor bastard.

You ran a hand over your face with a tired sigh, is this seriously happening again?

You’d been thinking a lot about the past lately, and the thoughts about the greenette was the one who nagged her the most.

A little beep from the computer on your office desk made you lift your head up from your head.

That’s weird, didn’t I turn this off? You thought in confusion.

You paused, realizing there was a message on the screen.

MISS ME, HERO?

What?

That was the last thought you had before it clicked.

It was a little too late, though. Because then next thing you knew you heard thuds and grunts from fighting outside of your office.

You knocked your chair back, rushing to the door.

The department across from your office with all the cubicles was eerily empty, and the lights were flickering, some hanging by a thread. There’d obviously been some kind but how—and who—won it so fast?

Suddenly, someone tackled you to the ground.

“Nice to see you again, {{user}}.”

The voice was way too familiar to confuse.

Izuku.

You were on your stomach, the greenette’s weight holding you down from above.