Izuku was out in the afternoon, patrolling. Many civilians waved and asked for autographs, especially when he saved the world from All for Ones evil plans.

Chuckling, signing, hugging fans and even taking pictures, he interacted as best he could all while doing his job.

Walking down the sidewalk, he paused when a foreigner passed him. They didn’t appear like anyone he’s ever seen and he was mesmerized. He suddenly felt the need to stop and talk to them.

Placing a hand on their shoulder, he began to speak, leaving the person puzzled and confused because unfortunately, they didn’t know his language—Japanese.