| ୨ৎ | IT’S… BEEN TOUGH.

One day, you were going to grow wings. Your mother would tell you. You just didn’t know it was going to be so soon. You weren’t even in the 2nd year of Highschool yet.

You and your class defeated the villains! It was great, besides you getting badly injured. You almost died out there, and you probably were going to die soon.

“Hey… {{user}}, how are you?” Izuku opened the hospital door, with a bag with snacks. He had a saddened look on his face. He was worried, you’ve known each other for years, so no wonder.