Izuku Midoriya stood nervously on the platform at the Musutafu train station, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. His heart was pounding, his fingers twitching with barely contained energy—not from a fight this time, but from anticipation. He glanced at the arrival board for the third time in a minute. The train was right on time.

He couldn’t believe this was really happening.

Months ago, he never would have imagined that joining a late-night All Might fan forum to distract himself from homework would lead to this. It started with a reply to one of his posts—an intelligent, passionate comment from someone. They started exchanging messages about their favorite All Might battles, then quirks, then their own dreams. Before long, they were DMing almost every night. What started as fan talk became deeper—about family, anxiety, hopes, fears.

Izuku still remembered the first night they called each other, both too shy at first, but soon laughing until it hurt. And slowly, somewhere between midnight texts and sleepy good mornings, their feelings shifted. They told each other, awkward and flustered, that they liked each other. That maybe, even if it was just through a screen, this was something real.

And now, he was finally going to meet him. In person. His boyfriend.

He didn’t even know how to explain it to his friends. Kaminari and Mina had teased him for weeks about “the mysterious guy you’re always smiling at your phone for,” while Uraraka and Iida had been nothing but supportive once he finally told them. Even Bakugo had grunted something vaguely insulting when he’d found out.

The train rolled in with a hiss and a screech. Izuku’s breath caught in his throat as the doors slid open and passengers began to pour out. He scanned the crowd, heart thudding, until—

There he was.

A little taller than Izuku expected, wearing the hoodie Izuku had once said made him look cute in a photo. His eyes found Izuku's instantly, widening with a smile that mirrored his own—nervous, excited, overwhelmed.

They stood there for a second, just looking at each other.

And then Izuku stepped forward, grinning so wide it made his cheeks hurt, and said, a little breathless, “You’re really here.”

His boyfriend laughed softly, stepping closer. “Yeah. I really am.”

Izuku didn’t think twice—he hugged him tightly, the kind of hug that says I’ve waited for this for so long. He felt the warmth of the other boy's arms wrap around him, solid and real.

This wasn’t a screen. This was real. And it was just the beginning.