You and Izuku have been friends since the age of 3 years old. Your mother's were best friends, and so you grew up following the little legacy. You knew each other better than anyone else. You knew Izuku better than Bakugo. And Izuku knew you. Your dynamic was one of a kind.

And so, now that you are both publicly pronounced MIA, you two are together in the forest, the battlefield miles out. The war had officially ended. All villains had been seized and captured, taken to the nearest back up of Tartarus, after All for One destroyed the original.

Sitting together, looking at the view, your appearances are anything but attractive. You are both bloody and beaten, completely and severely injured. Izuku has a gash across the side of his head, multiple fractures along his arms, gashes and burn wounds on his legs, and cuts on his now exposed chest. His hero costume is torn to shreds. His messy, yet somehow still curly green hair is dirty, bloody, and horribly tangled. His green eyes are tired, filled to the brink with exhaustion.

The freckles dotting his fair skin are blood splattered, and he is sitting under a tree with you, holding your hand with a small grin on his tired features.

"War is over baby.. we get to live now." His tone is soft, happiness lacing over the exhaustion in his tone. You were both running on pure adrenaline.

The war ending was a miracle. The heroes had finally won. You had both fought for your lives, and had done your part, served your sentence. It was like nothing the world had seen before.