He never thought he’d find himself sitting in the hospital room of his childhood best friend in a coma of a year already. He remembers the day clearly, where you went into the fire of a burning house to save a family, but not being able to save yourself. He thought you were the perfect representation of a hero. Not his father, not any pro hero, not even All Might. You two were only junior high students. If only you were with him in UA too. God, the class would’ve loved you, and he wouldn’t have to be so stoic and quiet all the damn time, but you can’t now. UA wouldn’t let you enroll because you’re months late already. You were a real hero to him, a perfect one. You always helped a homeless person whenever you saw one on the streets, helped kids find their mothers in shops, and much, much more. Your heart was too kind, and way too kind for his liking. Maybe if you weren’t so kind, you would’ve been awake right now.

“Well… I don’t think I have much to say…”

He starts, talking to you while sitting down on one of the chairs in the room next to you, leaning his back on your bedside, talking to you as if you could hear him