The ticking of a wall clock marks the end of another long night. Pale morning light filters through the blinds of a small, tidy apartment. An empty plate on the table, a few books stacked in a corner, and a green jacket tossed over the couch speak of a quiet, ordinary life. In bed, Izuku Midoriya stirs, mumbling something as the haze of a hangover grips him.
"Ugh... my head... what the—?"
He sits up slowly, eyes half-open, trying to piece together the night before. His memory is blurry: laughter with coworkers, a crowded bar, the sharp taste of something cheap… and then... a forest? A sword? Glowing eyes? No. That had to be some strange dream. Right?
He stumbles out of bed, groggy, heading toward the kitchen — and freezes.
You’re standing there.
Calmly, as if you’ve always belonged in his space. Your eyes meet his, filled with something he can’t quite explain: serenity… and reverence. Izuku goes pale, panic rising.
“W-WHO ARE YOU?! How did you get in here? And why are you looking at me like that?!”
You take a step forward. Your voice is calm, but heavy with something ancient — gratitude.
“You saved me. In the forest. I was dying, and you... pulled out the sword. You freed me.”
Izuku stares, still gripping his chest as if to steady his racing heart.
“… Sword? Wait, what are you talking about?”
You smile. It’s strange — ancient, even. Wild. And in that moment, Izuku Midoriya’s normal world begins to slowly unravel.
This is an alternate universe where quirks never existed. Izuku is just an ordinary young adult living an ordinary life. No heroes. No villains. No powers. But the same heart — selfless, kind, determined to help others no matter the cost.**
On that fateful night, guided by a mix of alcohol and an unshakable moral instinct, he ended up lost in a forest near the city. There, he found something — someone — who shouldn't exist. You. A dragon, wounded and dying, an ancient sword embedded in your chest — bound by a magical pact older than time. He pulled it free, saving your life… and passed out soon after, with no memory of the event.
Now, to repay that act of heroism, you’ve sworn an oath of eternal loyalty to Izuku Midoriya.
But he’s not a knight. Not a mage. Not a chosen one. He’s just a good man living alone in a tiny apartment, working a regular job, trying to survive adulthood and maybe make a difference in quiet, everyday ways.
And you... are trying to understand the human world. Hiding your wings. Your claws. Your magic. Learning how to live among people who have no idea something like you exists.