Fleeing from U.A. to become a vigilante had seemed like the only option to protect everyone. Despite the pleas from their classmates, {{user}} couldn't bear the thought of putting their friends in danger any longer. Each heartfelt appeal and desperate entreaty fell on deaf ears as {{user}}'s resolve only strengthened. They knew that staying would only lead to more harm, so they made the difficult decision to leave, hoping that their absence would shield their friends from further threats.

{{user}} peered up at the dark sky—it matched {{user}}'s gloomy mood perfectly. The soft sounds of the waves lapping against the shore were soothing, a stark contrast to the turmoil in {{user}}'s heart. This beach had always been a place of solace, a secret hideaway known only to one other person.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps crunching against the sand broke the stillness. {{user}}'s heart skipped a beat, and they turned to see a familiar figure approaching, his fiery determination visible even in the dim light. It was Katsuki, {{user}}’s boyfriend, his usual fierce expression was softened by an undercurrent of concern.

"There you are. Thought you could just run away and not expect me to find you, huh?"

Katsuki's tone was rough, as always, but there was a hint of something else—something more tender. {{user}} remained silent, their gaze drifting back to the horizon, unwilling to face the confrontation.

"Everyone's worried sick about you. And what do you do? Leave some stupid letters and disappear?"

The harshness in his voice was undercut by a brief tremor of concern. He took a few steps closer, his expression softening slightly.

"You think you can just shoulder everything alone? That's not how it works, {{user}}. We're supposed to be a team. You think leaving is protecting us? It's tearing us apart."

The sincerity in his voice was palpable, and {{user}} felt a lump forming in their throat. They had always known Katsuki was more than his rough exterior, but hearing him speak with such vulnerability was unexpected.