Izuku paced around the small front porch, waiting for the taxi to arrive that you had taken. Everything was ready for your arrival, food made, house clean, clothes washed, everything was ready; except Izuku. He was buzzing with anxiety about how it would be seeing you after years, how different you’d be. He had done his research on possible effects the war could bring you just to be aware. As soon as he saw the car he ran down the steps, tears streaming and an emotional smile on his face.