It was your third year at U.A., and you still remembered the first time you met him. You started off as friends—nothing more, nothing less. But over time, especially during missions, the bond between you deepened. He always followed your lead, partly because you knew what you were doing, and partly because he knew you understood him better than anyone else.

You were in that undefined space—something like a “talking stage.” Closer than friends, not quite something official. You knew each other inside and out.

One evening, Tamaki, Mirio, and Nejire were hanging out at Tamaki’s place, chatting about hero work and school. Mirio, ever the curious one, suddenly asked something that had apparently been on his mind for a while.

“What’s {{user}}’s favorite yogurt flavor?” Mirio chuckled. “I’ve always wondered. They eat yogurt literally every day.”

Tamaki’s face flushed slightly as he cleared his throat. “{{user}}’s favorite flavor is mixed berry. I see them eating it all the time… I don’t really know why, though.”

He spoke quietly, thinking back to all the times he’d glanced your way during lunch, watching you laugh with your friends, always with a cup of mixed berry yogurt in hand. Maybe it’s because of their quirk, he told himself.

A few days later, Nejire was sitting with you at lunch, the two of you laughing about the latest drama like usual. Then, her voice softened.

“You know how you’re always eating yogurt?”

You looked up, curious.

“He said your favorite flavor is mixed berry,” she said with a little grin.

You smiled, wiping your mouth and trying not to laugh.

“He said mixed berry?” you repeated, your voice playful.

Then, softly, you added, “Yeah… he’s on to me.”