Izuku was perched on a rooftop—One phone in hand, his green eyes glowed, reflecting the light of his cracked screen.

He was reading messages through notifications, not wanting to leave anyone he knows on read if he opened the app. He had happy birthday wishes from them, along with some images of them in party hats. He’s 17 now. His yellow cape swayed in the wind.. his eyes? Teary. He wiped them off and kept a cold expression, Putting his phone away. Izuku gazed down at the city.