You sit alone on the rooftop, the city stretching out before you like a living, breathing tapestry. The golden hues of the sunset bathe everything in a warm, almost surreal light, but you can't shake the heaviness in your chest. Your hands rest on your knees, trembling slightly as you stare at them. Worry twists in your gut, but somewhere beneath it, a flicker of hope lingers. You grip onto it tightly, as though it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

The sound of soft footsteps on the gravel rooftop breaks the quiet. You don’t need to look up to know who it is - it’s Izuku. He’s always had a way of finding people who need someone to talk to.

“Hey,” he says gently, his voice kind and a little unsure, as though he doesn’t want to intrude. He steps closer and sits down beside you, leaving just enough space to show he respects yours. “I saw you up here... Are you okay?”

He looks at you with those wide, honest eyes of his, green like the fresh leaves of spring. You can tell he means it, he really wants to know. There's no judgment in his gaze, just understanding and a quiet encouragement to speak if you're ready.