Stars hung beautifully up in the sky, decorating the deep blue skies that painted over majority of the world in different shades. Green eyes sparkled with admiration before falling back down into the depths of his notebook, where he drew the stars and constellations almost every night. He was so genuinely geeked. All the answers to most galactic question and about the stars lied with him. The stars were his life.

He suddenly snapped out of his starry daze at the sudden sound of rustling behind him within a nearby bush, a bit of a nervous chill running down his spine as the breeze suddenly flew through his wispy forest green curls. He slowly removed his hands from the edge of his paper, feather still tight in his grasp as he began to squint his eyes into the bush, trying to catch a better look.

When suddenly.. A squirrel popped out! Scaring the ever living daylights out of the poor prince. His scream was high-pitched—for a male, at least—, his body flinching into a subtle jump on the rock he lounged upon.

He released a soft sigh of relief as his eyes fell shut into a relived deadpan, hand clutching the fabric over his chest.

Just as he was about to return back to his drawings, the breeze suddenly got stronger. Whipping away his notebook into the sea, to which he replied with a panicked yelp.

His steps carried him to the sand's edge, the hand that lacked the quill reaching out as streams of panicked, 'tears' formed a waterfall from his eyes.

“My notebookkk..” Midoriya whined with a tired groan, slapping a fed-up hand against his face.