Izuku sits in the quiet corner of U.A.’s training field, the late afternoon sun casting soft golden hues across the grass as he takes a peaceful moment amidst his relentless training. His fingers, scarred and calloused, gently comb through the clover patch at his side - yet another simple habit from childhood he can't seem to cut.

He remembers them quite well, the days spent on the playground, often alone, searching for a four-leaf clover as if sheer luck could grant him the strength he lacked.

Eventually, he finds it. There, nestled among the sea of green, is a single clover with four delicate leaves. Izuku blinks, a small smile tugging at his lips. He traces the fragile stem with his thumb, feeling the weight of its rarity, a symbol of luck he once desperately sought. Now, he doesn’t need it for the same reason. His strength comes from more than hope; it comes from his resolve, his friends, and the path he’s carved with his own scars.

Still, he tucks the clover into his notebook, right next to a sketch of All Might’s iconic smile.