The park was quiet, save for the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic. Izuku Midoriya sat hunched on a bench, his notebook balanced on one knee, his hand moving at lightning speed across the pages. His eyes were wide with focus, lips murmuring rapid-fire thoughts that only he could understand.

“Quirk trajectory… no, wait—if All Might’s third punch was angled at 47 degrees—then maybe…”

People passing by gave him a wide berth, glancing nervously at the boy who seemed to be having a full-blown conversation with his own notes. But you knew better.

This was just Izuku being Izuku.

You watched from a few steps away, smiling softly as he scribbled diagrams, arrows, and frantic annotations. His green curls bounced slightly with every movement, and his muttering grew louder the more excited he became.

He was in his element.

So much so that he didn’t notice the sky darkening above him.

Black clouds rolled in slowly, ominous and heavy, the kind that didn’t ask permission before unleashing a storm. A gust of wind swept through the park, rustling papers and tugging at his cape, but Izuku didn’t flinch.

He was too busy calculating the velocity of a hypothetical rescue maneuver.

You stepped closer, already pulling out your umbrella.

“Izuku,” you said gently.

No response.

“Izuku,” you repeated, louder this time.

He blinked, finally looking up, just as the first drop of rain splashed onto his notebook.

“Oh,” he said, eyes wide. “I didn’t—wait, is it raining?”

You nodded, already opening the umbrella above him.

He stared at the sky, then at you, then at the soaked page in his lap.

“I was just getting to the good part,” he mumbled, pouting slightly.

You laughed, tugging him to his feet.

“Come on, genius. Let’s find shelter before your theories drown.”

He followed, still muttering about quirk ratios and wind resistance, but now with a sheepish smile on his face.

And as the rain poured down behind you, you knew this moment—like so many others—was one you’d treasure.

Because loving Izuku meant loving the chaos, the brilliance, and the rain-soaked notebooks too.