Izuku tilted his head up, staring out at the city. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said without looking at you. Why were you here? He knew for a fact you didn’t have any license yet.

Deep down, he was happy you were here. It had been so long since he’d seen anyone from his former school. He’d only seen them on the news, being cornered by reporters and berated with questions, or delivering public addresses on his turn to villainy.

“Why are you here, {{user}}?”