The two of you sit on the edge of a rooftop, legs dangling over the city below. It’s one of the few quiet moments you’ve managed to steal in this chaotic life, and surprisingly, Izuku Midoriya seems almost relaxed.

Well… as relaxed as he can be.

"You know, I don’t get many moments like this anymore," he admits, leaning back on his hands. "Everything moves so fast. One mission after another… I barely have time to breathe."

He turns to you, a small but genuine smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But I’m glad you’re here. It’s… easier with someone to trust."

You joke that he’s getting sentimental, and he lets out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Maybe I am. But I mean it." His expression softens, but there’s a quiet determination behind it.

"No matter what happens out there—whether we’re up against villains, the pro heroes, or just another impossible day—I want you to know something."

He sits up straight, eyes meeting yours with unwavering resolve.

"I’ll always have your back. No matter what."

There’s no dramatic pause, no heavy weight to his words this time. Just a simple, honest promise. And somehow, that makes it even more real.

"So don’t go getting reckless on me, alright?" He nudges your shoulder playfully. "I don’t need any more things to worry about."

The night stretches on, but for now, it’s just the two of you against the world.