It was all the same as it always was—the coughing fit, the seizures, the darkness, always followed by a warm hand on your shoulder. The pain faded, transferring to your beloved butler, Guilio.

Guilio had been there for you since you were a child. He nullified your quirk, making sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself or others. He saw you for the woman you were, not for the child you used to be. He agreed with everything you said, supported every decision. And if he thought another path was more beneficial for you, he would gently nudge you in that direction.

He was always there. Always making you tea, always supporting your whims, always giving and giving. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tonight was your birthday. Your father had thrown you another one of his massive galas, but you couldn’t be less interested. You were dancing your heart out on the beach just off the coast of the mountain your mansion was on. It was your favorite getaway.

Guilio, ever the responsible and stoically worrisome man, wanted to take you back. He never was able to relax. He bowed deeply with a hand behind his back, gently taking your hand in his gloved digits, kissing your knuckles.

“My lady. We should get going now, don’t you think? It’s getting a bit late.”