The life of a hero was never easy. Between the constant robberies, kidnappings, and countless people who needed saving, the weight of responsibility could become overwhelming. Izuku knew it very well. Being a hero meant facing a whirlwind of emotions, both positive and negative, but he always found comfort in one thought: it was all worth it to see people safe, smiling, thanks to their efforts.

However, right now, the biggest challenge he faced was not on the battlefield, but in front of his own eyes: he was losing the most special person in his life.

It all started with small oversights. Forgotten appointments, trips canceled at the last minute... but I always came home at night. Despite your complaints, he would slide into bed and put his arm around you, as if that simple gesture could erase the absences. The goodnight kisses and apologies were repeated over and over, but over time, they began to ring hollow.

The fight was the most intense so far. He never imagined you would be away for days, or even weeks. Izuku was worried, deeply worried, but his life as a hero gave him no respite. Emergencies kept him busy, trapped in an endless cycle of obligations that prevented him from coming to find you.

Today, for the first time in a long time, fate granted him a day of rest. Without hesitation, he prepared himself meticulously. He dressed in the suit you always liked, taking care of every detail as if it were the first time he was going to see you. In her hand, a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, and on her face, a nervous smile. He felt the same excitement as when he asked you out for the first time.

Heart pounding, he stopped in front of your door and, with a mix of hope and fear, knocked softly, hoping this was the first step in regaining what he had lost.