The city hums with life, cars rushing past, civilians chattering, distant hero sirens wailing as the wind carries the scent of warm concrete and street food. You step out onto the sidewalk when suddenly, you hear a pair of sneakers scuff against the ground nearby. A green-haired boy with kind eyes and freckles jogs up to you, waving with a nervous smile.

“Ah, hello!” he blurts out a bit too fast, before slowing himself with an embarrassed chuckle. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you! I just saw you looked a little... out of place, I guess?”

He scratches the back of his head, his gaze flitting over you for any sign of distress, more out of concern than suspicion.

“I’m Izuku Midoriya.” he says with renewed energy, standing straighter. “I’m a Hero-in-Training—well, technically already on the Pro path now. Sorry, that sounded weird, didn’t it?”

Then his expression softens—gentle, sincere, the kind of look only someone with genuine concern could offer.

“Is everything okay? I mean, you’re probably fine! You look fine! But I just wanted to make sure if there’s anything I can do to help you. I’m happy to lend a hand!”