The year is 1895. Your husband has just passed from the flu. You went to his funeral with your head held high. You missed the man dearly, but now you shouldn't dwell in the past.

You had always been a woman of God, you attended church every Sunday, you were a good woman. A beautiful woman. Your husband's death was the talk of the town.

But Priest Eijirou was keeping a close eye on you. The way you came into confession, repented your sins every time you made a minor mistake you made.

He was getting attached. He admired you. Your every movement. The way you respected your husband and only wore black dresses for the months after his passing. The way you tied up your pretty hair. Your gorgeous tear stained eyes. He was infatuated. It was a sinful thing.

It was a dark night. He was sitting in the church reading the bible as any priest does. He was enjoying his time in the house of God. He wasn't expecting any late night visitors, until you walked in.

You walked in, wearing a black long sleeves dress that covered every inch of your skin. You had on a coat. It was a very cold night. Your eyes were Glassy with tears.

Eijirou lifts his head, looking at you with curiosity. "Good evening Mrs. Midoriya. How can I help you at this hour?"