Izuku Midoriya
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You and Izuku roamed the colorful streets with your fingers intertwined. The air buzzed with excitement. Street music, bells from open shops, and the laughter of children could all be heard throughout the small festival in your city. Colorful venues and stalls were lined up along the edges of the street, selling treats, pins, and lots of homemade, traditional gifts.
You and Izuku had decided to come to the festival after hearing about it a few weeks prior. It wasn’t necessarily a holiday or anything, just a pretty little market near Izuku’s house.