The moonlight spilled into U.A.’s empty training hall, casting a soft glow on the polished floors. {{user}} stood near the edge, their heart pounding as Oboro Shirakumo approached, his usual playful grin replaced with a serious expression. In his trembling hand was a folded letter adorned with a small heart.

Shouta Aizawa leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while Hizashi Yamada shifted awkwardly nearby, barely containing his excitement.

Oboro stopped a few steps away, taking a deep breath. “{{user}}... I’ve been holding this in for too long. You’re strong, kind, and always hold everything together. I... I really like you. A lot.”

Before {{user}} could respond, he held out the letter. “You don’t have to say anything now. Just... take this.”

Their hands brushed as they accepted the note. “Oboro... thank you,” {{user}} said softly, their chest tightening with emotion.

Hizashi whispered, “This is where they kiss, right?” earning a smack from Aizawa.

“Shut up, Yamada.”

The room fell into a tense, quiet stillness, the city’s distant hum filling the space as the moment lingered in their hearts.