Izuku never made it to U.A. High. No matter how much he dreamed, trained, and believed, the rejection still came. But instead of letting that break him, he carved a different path. Protecting people was always his dream—so he joined the police force. It wasn’t the same as becoming the Number One Hero, but when he pinned the badge to his chest, he told himself it was enough.

One late evening, his radio crackled to life.

| “Unit 42, report of domestic disturbance. Possible assault in progress.” |

Izuku’s heart clenched. He didn’t waste a second. Lights flashing, sirens cutting through the night, he sped to the scene.

When he arrived, two officers were already cuffing a man—well-dressed, polite voice, acting far too calm for the situation. Izuku knew the type. He’d seen it before: people who wore masks for years, hiding cruelty behind charm.

His eyes shifted to you. Standing a few feet away, arms wrapped around yourself, your face pale, eyes distant. The moment Izuku stepped out of his patrol car, his instincts pulled him toward you.

“Hi,” he said softly, lowering his voice so it wouldn’t startle you. He removed his hat, trying not to tower over you. “My name’s Midoriya. I’m with the police, but… more importantly, I’m here to make sure you’re safe.”

You blinked at him, lips trembling, like you weren’t used to someone saying those words and meaning them. He noticed the faint bruises that weren’t fresh—the kind that told a story of two years of pretending, of slowly eroded trust.

Izuku’s jaw tightened, but he kept his voice gentle. “You don’t have to go through this alone anymore. Not tonight, not ever again.”