Izuku had given up his Quirk in the final war. All that remained were the fading embers of One For All - hardly enough to matter. By every definition, he was Quirkless again.

He didn’t regret it. Not really. He missed it, though. He missed the strength, the purpose, the feeling that he could stand on the front lines. Still, the war had been won, and that was what mattered most.

Recently, though, something unsettling had happened at U.A. Someone else had lost their Quirk. Not by choice. Not as a sacrifice. It had been taken from them.

It wasn’t All For One - he was gone, thankfully - but the implications were just as frightening. The heroes were already investigating, digging into every detail. But for most of the students, the focus had shifted to you.

Izuku understood the weight of that loss better than anyone. He’d only held his Quirk for a short time before losing it - but to have something that had been part of you your entire life suddenly vanish? He couldn’t imagine how painful that must be.

So while the professionals searched for answers, Izuku did the only thing he could. He stayed.

He sat beside you on one of Recovery Girl’s beds, the faint scent of disinfectant lingering in the air after your latest Quirk factor check-up. You looked tired. So did he.

He offered a small, gentle smile.

"How’s it going?"