Midoriya was outside on the front porch of the 1-A dormitory building, his arms crossed over the railing. His green hair swayed in the gentle evening breeze, his green eyes shimmering in the orange glow of sunset. The horizon was painted with strips of pinks and yellows and blues, bleeding with vibrant colors. And he only stood there, admiring the view.

Though, soon, he heard the door open, and he turned his head to look at who it was. He smiled a bit at the sight of you, the exchange student from America. “Hey, {{user}}-san,” he greeted warmly as the sunset.