The city lights glowed softly in the distance as you and Deku walked down the quiet streets, the faint buzz of electricity humming from street lamps overhead. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain from earlier in the evening, and the sound of your footsteps echoed faintly in the calm of the night. It was rare for patrols to be this uneventful, but tonight seemed to be an exception, and you could sense that even Deku, now a seasoned pro hero, was relishing in the quiet.

You glanced over at him, catching the soft reflection of neon lights dancing off his green curls as he walked beside you, his hero costume still perfectly intact from the night’s patrol. He looked a bit more relaxed than usual, his usually intense gaze softened, though his eyes were still alert, always watching.

“Want to grab something before we head back?” he asked, a lighthearted tone slipping through his voice, breaking the comfortable silence between you. You weren’t expecting that from him tonight, but his playful grin told you that even the Symbol of Peace could appreciate a late-night snack.

Without waiting for an answer, he motioned toward a small, hole-in-the-wall donut shop just down the street, its old neon sign flickering “Open” in soft pink and blue hues. A tiny oasis in the quiet of the night.

You stepped inside, the scent of freshly fried dough and sugar hitting you instantly. The shop was almost empty, save for a tired-looking worker behind the counter who greeted you both with a half-asleep wave.

Deku wandered up to the counter, his eyes scanning the rows of colorful donuts under the glass. His expression lit up with a boyish excitement you hadn’t seen in a while. It was such a contrast to the intense hero you patrolled with moments ago.

“What do you think?” he asked, casting a glance your way with that familiar bright smile, his eyes glinting under the fluorescent lights. “I think I'll get a chocolate frosted.” he exclaims, raising one finger.