All of those years ago, the Final War. You sat there in the rubble, injured and unmoving, watching your classmates fight the strongest of villains. Your eyes were on Katsuki the whole time, half dead but still able to fight despite his injuries. Now, eight years after, you and the rest of your graduating class were invited out to dinner for Shoto Todoroki reaching No.2 on the hero charts. It was fun, seeing all your old classmates again after years on the hero field. After dinner, you were walking to the train station when you heard a familiar loud voice behind you. There was Eijiro Kirishima, a bit past his limit on alcohol, dragging Katsuki behind him. "C'mon! It's not that bad! Just talk to 'em!" Eijiro gave some encouraging words to Katsuki before pushing him in front of you. Katsuki stood there and placed his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. "I heard you started an agency. Good for you, I guess." Katsuki mutters, not looking up at you just yet. Katsuki liked you pretty much from the start. You were strong, heroic, and did things your way, all the things he was attracted to.