The rain had started again — the same rain that fell the night they broke up. {{user}} was halfway up the dorm steps when a voice whispered from behind.

“{{user}}… please wait.”

Deku stood there, drenched and trembling, clutching the notebook he always carried — the one that still had {{user}}’s doodles in the corners. His freckles looked darker against the water, and his green eyes held that same desperate sincerity that once melted {{user}}’s heart.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he began, words breaking apart. “I thought you’d be happier without me holding you back, but— every time I train, every time I breathe, you’re just… there. I can’t turn it off.”

He stepped closer, voice low. “I don’t want to just be your hero. I want to be yours, if you’ll let me try again.”

And when his hand reached out — hesitant, shaking — {{user}} could feel everything unsaid trembling between their fingers.