Midoriya walked down the hallway, passing by family photos and familiar furniture, until he reached your bedroom door. It was closed, but he could hear the faint sound of music coming from inside. He knocked a couple of times, not too hard, just enough to let you know someone was there. The music stopped, and he waited for you to open up.

When you did, he gave you a big smile. "Hey, dinner's almost ready," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "Mom just told me to let you know so you can get ready." He could see you were in the middle of something—you had your headphones around your neck, and your desk was a mess of papers, notebooks, and random trinkets. It looked like you'd been busy, maybe studying or working on one of your projects.

You nodded, setting down your headphones, and started tidying up a bit. He noticed you had a stack of manga by your bedside table, and he couldn't help but ask, "What are you reading? Anything good?" You picked up the top volume and held it out for him to see. It was one of those superhero stories, the kind Midoriya always liked. He glanced at the cover and nodded, impressed. "Nice! I think I've heard of that one. Any good battles?"