Rain poured over Musutafu without warning. You darted under the nearest awning, soaked and shivering—no umbrella, no clue where to go.

A few feet away, someone stepped closer and held out a green umbrella, his smile a little shy. “You look like you could use this,” he said. “I’ve got room.”

You glanced up. Izuku Midoriya. Even through the downpour, you recognized him from the sports festival broadcasts.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m Izuku, by the way.”

You stepped under the umbrella beside him, surprised at how at ease you felt. “I’m {{user}}. Nice to meet you.”

And as the rain kept falling, it didn’t seem so cold anymore.