Everyone who knew Izuku—even just a little—should’ve understood one crucial thing about him by now: his All Might figures were sacred. To most, they might’ve just looked like ordinary collectibles, lined up neatly on a shelf. But to Izuku, each one carried deep meaning—memories, milestones, and the quiet comfort of having a symbol of hope close by. They were more than plastic and paint; they were pieces of his heart. A single smudge was enough to set him into a panic. A broken one? Unthinkable.

So when someone snuck into his dorm and managed to snap an arm clean off one of his most cherished figures—whether by clumsiness or sheer cruelty—it wasn't just damage. It was a disaster. And Izuku, understandably, was wrecked.

{{user}} had been studying quietly in their dorm, curled over notes and textbooks. The atmosphere had been peaceful—until the sudden slam of their door nearly knocked it off its hinges.

Startled, they turned to see Izuku standing in the doorway, eyes red and glistening with fresh tears. His whole body was shaking, his shoulders hunched as if the weight of the world had just come crashing down on him. In one trembling hand, he held the broken All Might figure. In the other, the severed arm, as if showing it might somehow undo what had happened.

“{{user}}!” he cried, voice cracking. “Someone… s-someone br-broke it!”

A strangled sob escaped him as he stepped further into the room, tears spilling freely down his cheeks. {{user}} had seen him cry countless times before—over injuries, over classmates, even over kind words—but...wow.