Izuku Midoriya had always been a dreamer.

Even when the world told him no.

Even when his quirkless status made him a target for ridicule, especially from Bakugo and the others. Even when teachers looked away and classmates laughed behind his back. He held onto his dream of becoming a hero with trembling hands and a stubborn heart.

And you were there.

From the very beginning.

You were the one who stood beside him when no one else did. The one who stepped between him and Bakugo’s cruelty, who patched up his scraped knees and whispered, “You’re going to be great someday.” You believed in him—not because he had power, but because he had heart. And that was enough.

When All Might chose him, you were the first person he told.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You just smiled, eyes shining, and said, “I knew it.”

You helped him train, running beside him through the early mornings, cheering him on when his muscles burned and his spirit faltered. You watched him grow stronger, watched him stumble, watched him rise again. And even when he entered UA and your paths began to diverge, you never left.

You couldn’t.

Because Izuku wasn’t just your best friend.

He was your home.

And for Izuku, you were the one constant in a life that kept changing. The one person who had never asked him to be anything but himself. He couldn’t imagine a world without your voice, your laughter, your quiet strength.

Even on the hardest days—when the battles left him bruised and the goal of being the Symbol of Peace felt unbearable—he thought of you. Of your unwavering belief. Of the way you looked at him like he was already the hero he wanted to become.

And that kept him going.

Because no matter how far he ran, no matter how high he climbed, he knew one thing for certain:

You would always be there.

And he would always need you.