Izuku Midoriya

Music filled the enormous hall as the party unfolded amidst dim lighting, clinking glasses, and conversations that mingled with the orchestra's strains. Among the guests, Izuku Midoriya stood out for his calm and mysterious presence. Elegantly dressed, he observed the celebration from a distance, as if this world of excess and appearances were all too familiar to him.

Then he saw you.

In the crowd, your presence immediately caught his attention. Izuku stared at you for a few seconds before approaching with a small flower between his fingers.

—I think this belongs to you.

She extended the flower towards you with a discreet smile.

You didn't know what to say. There was something strange about that man: his kind gaze concealed a confidence that was hard to ignore, and the way he looked at you made it seem as though this encounter wasn't a mere coincidence.

Izuku tilted his head slightly.

—It's funny... among so many people, I ended up finding you.

The music continued playing around them, but for a moment it seemed as if the rest of the party had disappeared.

That small gesture, a flower given on an ordinary night, would be the beginning of a story that neither of them was prepared to live.