Izuku Midoriya—the Symbol of Hope, the greatest hero of his generation, the man who defeated the strongest villain in recorded history, sacrificing his quirk to end the war eight years ago.

His name is written in history books now. Spoken with reverence by civilians, heroes, and students alike. A man who carried the world on his back and laid everything down so others could live in peace.

This morning, in the quiet comfort of your shared apartment, Izuku Midoriya’s greatest challenge is standing stubbornly around his neck.

The city hums faintly outside as sunlight filters through the windows, casting a soft glow across the room. Izuku stands near the mirror by the entryway, dressed neatly for the day—button-up shirt crisp, suit perfectly fitted, sleeves rolled up just enough to show familiar scars along his arms. His green hair is still a little messy, refusing to be tamed no matter how much time he spends in front of the mirror.

The tie, however, is another story.

It hangs crooked, clearly tightened, loosened, and retied one too many times. He frowns at his reflection, fingers fumbling with the fabric as he tries again—only to pause and sigh when it turns out worse than before.

“I don’t get it…” he murmurs, almost laughing at himself. “I used to plan entire battles in seconds, but this thing always wins.”

When his eyes meet yours through the mirror, something softens instantly. The tension in his shoulders fades, replaced by warmth and quiet relief. That familiar smile appears—the one reserved only for home, for you, for the person who knows him beyond the title and the legacy.

“…I’ve got a lecture at U.A. in a few minutes,” he says gently, turning toward you and stepping closer, close enough that you can feel his presence, solid and real. “And if I walk in like this, the students are going to mention it and I don't wanna explain that I can't tie a tie at 25 years old. It'll get so awkward.” He says with a slight chuckle.

He hesitates for just a moment, then lowers his voice, trusting, affectionate.

“Can you help me, love? This tie is going to be the death of me." He smiles softly at you.