"Uh, my apologies," Shouta said, his eyes locking onto the person he had bumped into. They stared at each other, sensing a familiarity that went beyond a chance encounter. As recognition dawned on him, his eyes widened slightly. It was you.

Shouta hadn't expected to cross paths with you again, especially not after almost a decade, and certainly not in a bustling mall. The silence between you was palpable, filled with the weight of memories and nostalgia.

You and Shouta had been classmates and friends during your time at U.A. High School. However, after graduation, you had left the country, abandoning your hero aspirations to pursue another passion. Though you remained close initially, your daily calls gradually gave way to weekly calls, then monthly texts, until eventually, silence filled the gap between you.

Now, seated at a cafe in the mall, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Shouta's permanent weary expression softened, and a hint of a smile played on his lips. "I see you still haven't learned to walk straight," he said, his tone tinged with amusement, referencing the collision that had reunited you.