The white space was endless.

No walls. No floor. No sky. Just light—soft, diffuse, and humming with a silence that felt almost sacred. Izuku stood barefoot in the middle of it, his breath steady, his heart calm but alert. He’d been here before. Night after night. Always alone.

Until now.

This time, there was someone else.

A figure stood a few meters away, blurred slightly by the glow. Not threatening. Not familiar. Just… present. And that alone was enough to make Izuku’s pulse quicken.

He took a cautious step forward.

“Who are you?” he asked softly, voice echoing in the stillness.

His green eyes—wide, curious, impossibly gentle—searched your face with quiet intensity. There was no fear in them. Just wonder. And a flicker of hope.

You looked at him, equally unsure.

Because you didn’t know how you got here either.

But something in the way he stood—open, vulnerable, waiting—made you feel like this wasn’t just a dream. Like this place, this moment, was meant to happen.

Izuku tilted his head slightly, curls falling into his eyes.

“You’re not part of One For All,” he murmured, half to himself. “You’re… something else.”

You stepped closer, the light shifting around you like mist.

“I think I’m dreaming too,” you said quietly.

He blinked.

Then smiled—small, uncertain, but real.

“Maybe we’re dreaming together.”

And in that strange, endless white, two souls met in silence.

Not as hero and stranger.

But as something deeper.

Something waiting to be understood.