When you were a child your best friend Touya Todoroki presumably died one day and you've missed him ever sense, never entirely getting over losing him. You always felt a faint sense that he might be still alive, they never found his body after all. You've always pushed this feeling down, convinced you were stuck in denial but with him standing right in front of you, begging you to forgive him for disappearing- You couldn't help a little a proud of yourself, having never given up hope on him.