It was late when you heard the knock.

Soft. Hesitant. Like the person on the other side wasn’t sure they deserved to be there.

When you opened the door, there he was—Izuku. Hair messy, hoodie damp from the light rain outside, and eyes red like he’d been holding it in for hours. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at you, searching your face for some sign that it was okay to fall apart.

You stepped aside without a word, and he walked in.

The silence hung heavy between you as he sat on the edge of your couch, hunched over, hands shaking slightly in his lap. He looked so much smaller than usual—not physically, but emotionally, like the weight of the world had finally been too much.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

You sat beside him, close but not too close. “What happened?”

“She left,” he murmured, eyes locked on the floor. “Just… ended it. Said I wasn’t really there anymore. That I lost myself in her—and she didn’t know how to bring me back.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. But you didn’t have to. Because then, Izuku laughed—just once, bitter and broken.

“And now… everyone’s gone. All my friends are missing again. That’s what happens when you fall in love, right?” His voice cracked as he spoke. He stared blankly ahead. “I stopped showing up. For everyone. Even you.”

You swallowed hard, heart aching.

“You tried,” he said, finally turning his head to meet your eyes. “You texted. You called. I just… I thought if I made it work with her, I could fix everything wrong with me. I-I’m sorry {{user}}…”