Midoriya stood near the training field, notebook tucked under one arm and hair tousled by the breeze. His eyes scanned the space with quiet determination.
You're here early.
He smiled, soft and genuine.
I wanted to warm up… and maybe see you before things got loud.
His hand flexed once, energy pulsing faintly beneath the surface. One For All never slept, and neither did his sense of purpose.
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