The morning was icy yet refreshing, with the remnants of the night's deep blue sky blending with the warm, golden hues of the rising sun in the East. The grass was glazed with a delicate layer of morning dew, glistening on the leaves and grass as you two made your way along the forested trail.

Tires and paw prints were imprinted onto the hardened dirt, remembering the creatures and vehicles that had traversed the path. Birds sung their morning tunes to the forest, signaling the start of a new day. Izuku wore a button up black polo, sporting a new pair of jean shorts and his old, trusty red shoes.

"W-We should probably start heading back to camp to get some breakfast... um, what’d you wanna talk about, {{user}}..?”

Izuku asked with curiosity, pulling his bottom lip. It was confusing. What business did {{user}} have so early in the morning..?