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3:02 PM, Monday(Second Reset)
Izuku found himself on top of the podium as the festival came to a close, startled at his own success. After all of those years of watching his idols from home, he was now here, standing on that same stage as a finalist.
It felt wonderful.
Next to him was Ochako, who proudly waved at the crowd and cameras from the podium’s top spot. In third was Iida, who had narrowly won the tiebreaker against Yaoyorozu and now seemed to be short-circuiting under all the attention he was getting.
All Might made his flashy entrance and then handed out their medals. This time, Izuku could see the signature smile on his mentor’s face up close and hear what he said to every finalist.
“Excellent job, Young Iida. You’ve gotten much faster since the beginning of the year!”
“That was an incredible show of martial arts, Young Midoriya. You can already give some licensed Pros a run for their money!”
“Congratulations on your victory, Young Uraraka. You have quite a lot of quirk control and strength. I’ve never seen a student take first place in all three events before!”
Izuku didn’t think he would ever get used to being praised by his idol.
The next few hours passed almost exactly the same as the last loop, except that his mother and Ochako’s parents were even more impressed by their performance than before.
Then, he called Tsukauchi.
“Ah, Prophet. Ingenium was slightly grazed, but he should be alright,” Tsukauchi told him. “ I warned him about the attack and set up an ambush with as many heroes as I could- most of them being Team Idaten sidekicks. Stain appeared on his patrol exactly as you foresaw, and they confronted him using your knowledge of his future movements.”
“What happened?”
“We got him.” Tsukauchi’s voice was full of firm, deep gratitude. “ Stain isn’t going to be hurting anyone else.”
Izuku let out a deep sigh of relief. The remaining tension in his body drained out of him as the weight of the loop was lifted off his shoulders.
They had done it.
“I can’t thank you enough for your help, Prophet.”
“No problem, Detective.”
3:04 PM, Monday
Naomasa hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment, lost in thought.
“You’re getting pretty chummy with that informant, Naomasa,” Sansa commented from across his desk. “You sure that’s a good idea?”
“Not completely,” Naomasa admitted. “But after this, Prophet has definitely proven that they are on our side. Their concern for heroes seems to be entirely genuine, and they still haven’t lied or given me an incorrect prediction. We can’t afford to lose such a valuable ally."
Sansa’s whiskers twitched. “Fair enough. It’s just a little terrifying if you ask me- Prophet can foresee events without even needing to make contact with the subjects of their visions as Nighteye does. What kind of quirk is that ridiculous? And we still don’t have the slightest idea who they are.”
Truth.
“Speaking of Nighteye, wasn’t he helping you find them?”
“He was, but a non-hostile figure like Prophet isn’t much of a priority for a major investigative agency- even if both of us have a personal interest in the case. His focus has been pulled away by a huge yakuza case, now, one that will probably have him tied up for months.”
Sansa visibly winced. “Damn. The yakuza, huh? Glad that we’re not the ones dealing with that.”
“...Tell me about it.”
1:27 PM, Tuesday
Three different monitors flashed in front of Izuku’s face, each of them scrolling through a seemingly endless amount of images and text. He kept all screens in his field of view as they told him everything newsworthy and hero-related that he’d missed.
Now that his last loop was over, he could finally look forward to the future again. Sort of.
Who Are The U.A. Sports Festival Winners?
The Hero Commission Speaks On Vigilantes
Rising Pro Heroes To Look Out For
Firelight Rescues 8 People From Fire
This strange method of data collection was actually one of the most relaxing parts of Izuku’s daily routine- all he had to do was sit down and let his mind download and analyze everything he saw. His body went still as he fully focused on the rush of information to his brain, carefully sorting all of it into neat sections in his library of memories.
Firelight Rescues 8 People From Fire
Everything We Know About The Heir to Endeavor’s Legacy
Team Ingenium Captures Hero Killer Stain In Hosu
Best Jeanist’s Top Ten Hair Tips
Sparkle Thwarts Musutafu Robbery
The Hero Killer’s Reign of Terror Ends
U.A. Sports Festival Highlights
Flying Villain Dressed Like A Plane Escapes Custody
An Exclusive Interview With Selkie
Scariest Villain List: The Votes Are In
Hawks Seen With Man At Cafe: New Boyfriend?
Izuku felt a little mental jolt every time he saw the name of a classmate or even weirder, his own. He wondered if he’d ever get used to this part of his dream job.
Todoroki took most of the media spotlight despite not making it to the podium, as the son of Endeavor and the most promising legacy in Japan. His flashy power and looks generated a huge fanbase practically overnight. Not that the scarred boy was the type to care about such things, of course.
People seemed to adore Ochako, as they rightfully should. There was a lot of talk about her flashy match with Katsuki and compliments for her victories throughout. Izuku even saw a few statements from Pro Heroes about her. He idly wondered about the internship offers she would get, and which of them could help her the most.
There was an amusing amount of debate on the internet over what Izuku’s quirk was, with the majority consensus being that he had some sort of speed enhancement- probably because of his fight against Todoroki. It seemed that not using a visible power at the U.A. Sports Festival had thrown quite a few people. Would they even believe it if they found out the truth?
Izuku gently pushed away the stuff he already knew or didn’t need to know(The story about Jeanist’s hair tips was from an old interview, and the man at the cafe turned out to not be Hawks’s new date to the media’s disappointment and everyone else’s delight) in order to focus on the important things like all of the new hero and villain incidents. Things that an informant really needed to know about, things that he usually spent all his free time researching anyway.
This was where he had the most fun.
And yet right now, Izuku found himself unable to focus on any of it. He just couldn’t keep any of his attention on his analysis, no matter how hard he tried, despite the dozens of cool new quirks flashing up at him from three different monitors.
Ochako sat on the floor less than a meter away from his desk, cross-legged and comfy in that too-large pink hoodie that she only wore on weekends and days off. A notebook with sketched stars on its cover was laid open on her lap as she drew a figure that was unmistakably Pro Hero Thirteen. Her usually soft features were caught in careful concentration as she worked, tongue poking slightly out of her mouth without her notice.
When she paused to consider her pencil spun slowly in her hand, pinkie always lifted to prevent full contact. When a line didn’t come out quite right her nose scrunched up a little before she fixed it. When she got to Thirteen’s costume she suddenly got far more detailed, sketching out an impressive spacesuit fit for an astronaut.
She was humming, Izuku realized, in low notes that didn’t quite make up a song yet filled up his bedroom nonetheless. It was a nice sound. He wondered if she even realized she was doing it.
Perfect Recall latched onto it all and then saved it to a special spot in his mind. The memory was nothing of note, nothing out of the ordinary at all- yet at some point in the past two years Ochako had become more important to him than anything else.
A quirk like his made denial impossible.
He remembered a time that had been erased, one where he had been stuck on a small hospital cot at U.A. with a disturbing amount of broken bones and lost blood. His entire body ached with phantom pain and the weight of his class’s lives, and yet she had filled that memory with so much calm warmth that it almost hadn’t mattered at all.
Izuku knew that there was some strange emotion settling into his chest, something incredibly important, but he didn’t understand it. He knew that he felt it because of Ochako, but he didn’t know what it was.
“Gotcha.”
But he wanted to find out.
Izuku waited patiently until she finished her drawing, listening to her hum along with the sound of pencil on paper. He watched her make her finishing touches and carefully study the end result with care before turning it towards him with a triumphant grin. Her auburn brown eyes met his for the first time in several minutes.
“What do you think?”
Izuku leaned his face into his palm. “Pretty good, Ochako. I think Thirteen’s gonna love it.”
Ochako’s cheeks flushed. “You know I can’t show this to her, Izuku-kun-”
“You could ask her to sign it.”
“-not until I’ve had another decade to practice first!” Ochako glanced at his desk, realizing that his computer was off. “Oh, you’re already done researching? That’s a surprise. I usually can’t drag you away for anything...”
“I can finish later,” Izuku told her. And then, “Do you want to go somewhere?”
1:32 PM, Tuesday
Izuku realized two things as soon they left the house.
One- he was still in sweatpants and a t-shirt that said ‘t-shirt’ on it. His emerald curls were a bit of a mess, too. He had chosen the worst possible day to sleep in. He hoped he didn’t look stupid standing next to her.
“You’ve got some wild bedhead going on right now.”
“-horrible fashion sense-”
Wait, she didn’t even like this shirt! Why did he still own it?
Two-
Ochako glanced over at him with a smile, unaware of his spiraling thoughts. “So, where are we going?”
He hadn’t planned this out at all.
“...Mochi?”
1:44 PM, Tuesday
“Ah, Uraraka, Midoriya! I had a feeling you two would be showing up! Congrats on your win yesterday.”
Naturally, the mochi shop’s owner knew them by name. They were probably his best customers.
Ochako returned his grin. “Thanks, Satoshi-san!”
“My family had so much fun watching you two out there! Tell you what, today’s mochi is on the house.”
“ Really ?” From the excitement in her voice, you would’ve thought that he’d offered her a billion yen. “I’ll take you up on that, then! Can I get one box of strawberry and another of mango, please?”
The strawberry ones were Ochako’s favorite, likely because they were pink and extra sweet. On the other hand, Izuku didn’t have a favorite yet and usually picked something at random.
But as they stepped out of the store and his mouth was filled with soft chewy goodness, he began to reconsider that opinion.
Huh. Mango.
He glanced over at her and their eyes met. Ochako seemed smugly satisfied for a moment before her attention returned to her own prize, taking a bite with a sigh of pure bliss.
“Good?” Izuku asked.
“Mhm. Yours?”
“Yeah.”
For all of his overthinking, being around Ochako was as natural as always. He walked just fast enough to match her pace as they talked, close to her side yet far enough to not get hit by her arms when she started gesturing mid-sentence.
She was in a good mood today, happy to talk about anything and everything. Izuku was more than glad to oblige as his mind continued to capture every passing moment he spent with her.
Now armed with a few more memories, Izuku experimentally reached for that special feeling inside him again- only to discover that it was no longer neatly contained within his chest. Instead, it seemed to have quietly seeped out without his notice, flowing through his veins until it reached every part of him.
It was like being injected with energy. His limbs felt lighter as if all of his fatigue from yesterday had vanished. The effect spread to his mouth and lifted up his lips until he couldn’t stop smiling. His face grew warm with it. His hands turned restless at his sides, fingers drumming against his sweatpants.
Izuku reached out until his hand grasped hers and she paused at the contact, closing her fingers around his a second later.
“-and apparently, Jirou and Tooru got pretty close over the past week after they found out they have the same worst subject,” Ochako was telling him. “That’s why they paired up together so fast in the cavalry battle. Speaking of Tooru, she brought up the idea of doing a class study session the other day-”
He took her hand in his and her words abruptly cut off. This time, he didn’t do it to get her attention or for any other practical purpose- but simply because he wanted to.
It felt right.
“That sounds fun,” Izuku replied. “We’d have to do it after internships, though, once we're through the craziness of next week.”
He kept his hold loose enough that she could let go if she wanted to. Relief surged through his entire body when she did the opposite, closing her fingers around his a second later. Her fingerpads tickled his palm.
“...Internships, huh?” Ochako’s voice was slightly higher than before. “I wonder how many offers we’ll get. You think we impressed the Pros?”
“I’m sure you blew them away, Ochako,” Izuku told her. “You’ll probably be able to choose almost any hero you want, spotlight or underground.”
“Hmm. I think I’d learn more from a spotlight hero since that’s what I’m going to be. Someone with a quirk or fighting style similar to mine.”
“Are you looking to intern with a Rescue hero?”
Ochako shook her head. “Not this time. I got a good grasp of where my fighting skills are after fighting you and Bakugou, enough to feel exactly where I'm lacking. What I could improve on to become even stronger.”
Izuku thought back to his battles with Todoroki.
“...Yeah, I had a moment like that, too.”
2:19 PM, Tuesday
Their last stop was for hero merch, of course. The nerd in him simply couldn’t resist.
Shelves upon shelves of bright hero-themed items filled Izuku’s vision as they walked in. They had pretty much everything a fan could imagine, from posters to figurines to t-shirts.
Izuku finally let go of Ochako’s hand so that they could split up and wander around, letting himself lost in his love of heroes for a while as he checked out all the new additions to the store.
Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady’s leap in popularity was easily visible in the new shelf space they now held. Most of the space was taken up by the top ten, of course- you couldn’t take a single step without being faced with All Might’s grin- but plenty of lower-ranked spotlight heroes were on display as well. Izuku knew all of them.
His eyes landed on a familiar figurine with incredibly spiky yellow hair and tinted orange shades. Present Mic’s section had gotten larger in the past few years ever since his radio show was released.
“What kind of educators would we be if we didn’t try to fix that?”
Izuku thought about his new English teacher and smiled, deciding to buy it. You could never have enough hero figurines, anyway.
He saw a few stuff themed on his other teachers(especially Midnight), yet absolutely nothing for Eraserhead. It made sense that underground heroes had to avoid attention for their jobs, but he thought it was a shame that they would never be as appreciated as their colleagues.
Izuku kept Ochako in his field of vision as he stepped further into the store- rather, his eyes kept darting over to her against his will. She was currently flipping through a stack of comics, the expression on her face curious enough that Izuku craned his head to get a better look at the pages. Oh, an Ingenium issue. Maybe she’d landed on that because of what he told her about the Stain incident. She put the comic down after a few seconds in favor of the next one in the stack.
He’d already gotten something for himself, so maybe he’d get her something next. Ochako hated buying anything for herself that wasn’t mochi, so all she really had merch-wise was Thirteen stuff gifted from him.
Izuku scanned the store with greater intensity. Hmm.
It took him a few more minutes to settle on a particularly detailed Edgeshot mask that was adorned in a nice shade of blue. It just seemed like the kinda thing she’d like.
“And third goes to Edgeshot, obviously. I mean, have you seen that man?”
There was only one way to be sure, though.
Ochako glanced up from her comics as soon as he approached, either hearing his footsteps or sensing him through some sort of instinct.
“Hey-”
Izuku held the mask to her mouth and covered up her greeting smile. It fit perfectly. Her eyes widened slightly before her eyebrows came back down, bemused.
“Can you breathe through this?” Izuku checked.
Her answer came out slightly muffled. “Aren’t you supposed to ask that before you put it on me?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Ochako’s hands rose tentatively to feel the mask, her fingerpads ghosting over plastic. “Feels snug. Who’s is it?”
“Edgeshot.”
An approving hum. “How does it look?”
Her eyes met his and Izuku took her in. “...Silly.”
Even with her face hidden, he could tell that her smile had widened. “I’ll take it, then. What else did ya get?”
He proudly showed her his mini-Mic. “I’m going to surprise him in class.”
“That’ll be fun. But are you really fine with only one piece of merch, Izuku-kun?”, Ochako teased lightly. “I’ve seen the way you look around this place. You might just take it all.”
“I’m tempted,” Izuku admitted. “But I could never deprive everyone else of the joy of hero merch like that.”
“Wow, how heroic.”
“I try.”
“I got something for you too, y’know,” Ochako told him, taking off her new mask and then stepping into his space. Izuku’s vision was filled with auburn brown as she held a hoodie of soft green fabric to his chest. Her lips pressed together as she considered it for a moment.
“It matches,” She finally decided, satisfied. “Took me ages to find the right shade of green. And it has Kamui Woods on it, too, so you have to wear it.”
“...Thanks,” He gently took the hoodie from her. “What about you? Did you want any comic books? You were over there for a while.”
“Nah, maybe next time. I’m good for today.”
Izuku nodded. Then his eyes caught on something off to the side, in the more empty part of the store. There were some of the only accessories that weren’t hero-themed. He wandered over curiously.
“Those are bracelets, right?” Ochako asked, following him. “Pretty colorful. What’re the buttons for, though?”
“I’ve seen these before,” Izuku said. “They come in pairs. You press on one and then the other lights up.”
“I’m always going to worry about you, Izuku-kun.”
Izuku worried. Ochako’s safety needed to be his first priority.
“Oh, they’re for cou-”
“They’d be perfect for us!” Izuku suddenly realized.
“-Huh?”
“We can use them as a covert signal for your quirk when we’re apart,” Izuku explained to her, struck by inspiration. “Or to say that we’re in danger in a way that no one else can trace. And look-“
He showed her the bracelets that had caught his eyes. “-they’ve even got a pink and green pair.”
Ochako took them in with an odd look on her face. “They do.”
Izuku paused at her reaction. All he had been thinking about was his ever-present worry about her safety as one of the most powerful quirk users in existence. His sudden urge to buy them must’ve seemed strange.
“Do you uh, not like them? Sorry, I just thought they’d help us worry less. And they match us.”
“...No, I do,” Ochako said after a beat. “They’re cute. I’m just surprised that you want something like this.”
“They’re practical,” Izuku pointed out.
Ochako grinned. “And they match us, right? I’ll take this bracelet.”
“I thought you’d want the pink one.”
“Nah. I like green more.”
Izuku’s cheeks flushed. “...Is that so?”
Her smile widened.
3:33 PM, Tuesday
A quirk like his made denial impossible. And by now, his quirk had collected so much data that the conclusion was staring him right in the face.
Izuku was terrified of that conclusion. Of what it changed.
Pro Heroes had relationships and families like anyone else, despite how dangerous the career they lived was. He even knew of U.A. students who were together and managing that balance fine. He just hadn’t realized that he wanted something like that himself until this very moment.
And Izuku could never forget that fact now that he had figured it out. He could never go back to before- his perfect memory of the last few years with her was already tinted with emotion in an entirely new way.
But what did Ochako want?
Izuku listened to her humming on their walk back, to the way her voice mixed in with all the distant noise around the city. He was only vaguely aware of where they were, somewhere quiet and empty. He thought about holding her hand again, thought about the way she had closed her fingers around his but also hadn’t said a word about it. He took another glance at her face and her expression didn’t tell him a single thing.
She was still smiling, still so clearly content. But did that mean she was feeling the same infectious emotion that he was? He knew that she cared about him, but did she care about him like this? Izuku couldn’t tell.
He didn’t know what to do.
That one conclusion had turned his entire body into glass. He felt so exposed that he might as well as been see-through, so fragile that one wrong move might shatter him to pieces. What was the most logical thing to do here?
He could do nothing, act like he had never figured it out, and continue on the same as he always had. He could let the thing in his chest burn and burn until it fizzled itself out. That would be smarter, safer than springing something like this on his best friend.
She was gambling this entire match on how well she knew him.
Except that it would never work, would it? She would see through him in an instant.
So then what was left? Telling her himself? He thought about that and felt himself crack. His analytical brain conjured up a million possibilities and each one only made him more afraid.
What if she didn’t feel nearly as much for him as he did for her? What if he messed up everything they had? What if she never treated him the same again? He could do anything to not change that look in her eyes when she saw him-
A poke suddenly jolted him out of spiraling thoughts. He blinked to see the subject of all his worrying now right in front of him, one of her hands hovering in front of his chest. He caught sight of the new green bracelet on her wrist before all of his focus returned back to her.
This was Ochako.
“Izuku-kun?”
“....Was I muttering?”
“Uraraka, was I-”
“Sorry-”
Her head tilted to the side, leveling him with a look that was curious, concerned, and something else all at the same time. “Nope. But you were lost in your head again. You stopped walking completely.”
“Yeah, I was,” Izuku admitted. “Sorry.”
It was strange. He had been terrified just a few seconds ago, grappling with the weight of a conclusion that he didn’t know what to do with- and now all of that fear had vanished as if it had never existed in the first place.
He was still exposed, but now he didn’t feel fragile at all.
This was Ochako. He could never be afraid of her.
“You’ve been doing that all day,” She poked him again, harder. “I kinda miss the muttering, y’know- at least then I knew what was going on up there.”
I don’t mind, it’s always about something interesting.
I love hearing your thought process, though.
“I’ve been overthinking something very simple,” Izuku told her.
“You do that a lot,” Ochako agreed. “Anything I can help with?”
Izuku held out both of his palms towards her.
Ochako blinked at him. He waited. Then, ever-so-slowly, she placed her own palms on his. He squeezed her hands once, then gently lifted them and pressed them both together.
They glowed blue and pink with the light of her quirks. His hands looked bigger wrapped around hers like this, his fingers just a little bit longer and thinner than her smaller ones.
His eyes never left her face- a face that was now noticeably red. He took in her wide eyes and flushed cheeks and wondered what his expression looked like.
“I want to talk like this if that’s alright,” Izuku said. “I know that you’ll have to watch your words more, but I’ll stop you if you’re about to Reset.”
“So like, if I say Reset-”
Auburn-brown eyes flicked down to their clasped hands and then back to him. “...Are you going to show me a memory, Izuku-kun?”
“Nope. Or, well, maybe later. There are so many things that I want to tell you. But I said that I wanted to talk, didn’t I?”
“You did say that,” Ochako’s lips twitched and he tried not to stare at them. “I’m always happy to listen to you, y’know.”
He couldn’t have asked for a better audience.
Izuku opened his mouth to start- only for nothing to come out. He tried again and received the same result. The words were suddenly stuck fast in his throat, heavier than any he had spoken before. He was so, so bad at this.
Ochako waited for him.
He reached out to the special something inside of him one last time. He didn’t have to look very far- it now encompassed so much of him that it was a wonder he had ever missed it in the first place. A million memories pressed against his mind, each one threaded into his emotions by strings of his past.
Izuku let himself feel it all.
“I got hurt pretty badly the uh, first time we went to the U.S.J. I told you that Shigaraki’s monster only moved on his orders and was focused on All Might- but what I didn’t say is that it took Sensei a few minutes to arrive, and Shigaraki had no problem using the monster at us before then.”
“...You aren’t actually going to show me the rest of the attack, huh?”
“I thought that it’d been something like that,” Ochako murmured softly. She squeezed his hands.
“It was bad, Izu-kun.”
“I was terrified,” Izuku admitted. “Every part of me was broken and I almost died. It hurt so much that I almost hated my quirk. It took me almost an entire day to start recovering, even with Recovery Girl’s help, and all I could do during that time was lay there in that hospital cot and think .”
Ochako didn’t say anything.
“I knew that I had to go through again, but I was too scared to even start planning. Then I was angry at myself for being so scared, and then I was angry at Shigaraki for attacking us in the first place, and then I was angry at myself again for being so weak.”
“Izuku-kun-”
“But then you were there,” Izuku whispered. “And I was happy. Then I was warm. And then I was safe .”
It was perfect.
“I could move forward back then because of you. That’s when I realized that you’ve always made me feel like this ever since the day we met, always made my memories better just by being in them.”
Izuku opened his mouth again- and this time, the words came easily. “That’s why I love you so much, Ochako. Why I’m in love with you.”
An odd mix of relief and apprehension surged through him as he finally said it.
He watched his words hit home and burned the sight into his memory, watching Ochako’s astute attention melt into a soft, stunned surprise that transformed her entire face. Her mouth fell open ever so slightly with it, her features just as delicate and vulnerable as he felt.
“And I can prove it, if you want,” Izuku added. His thumb stroked the skin on the back of her hand. “I’m an open book.”
“...You know when most people say that, they don’t mean it literally.”
Izuku smiled at her. She was so adorable.
Ochako’s cheeks glowed red as her hands shone blue and pink. “I’ve never wanted to make a new checkpoint so badly before.”
“I never said that you couldn’t Save.”
“If you keep looking at me like that, I just might,” Ochako murmured. “Or I’ll accidentally float us both into space.”
“That wouldn’t be so bad.”
“That’s how I knew something was up with you today, by the way. You wouldn’t stop staring -”
“Sorry-”
“-and then you bought us pair bracelets -”
“I really didn’t know-”
“-so I had a feeling, but I totally didn’t expect this. I never thought that you’d beat me to it.”
Izuku blinked. Something like hope unfurled in his chest. “...Beat you to it?”
But what did Ochako want?
Ochako leaned in towards him, her auburn-brown eyes staring into his soul. “To confessing , Izuku-kun. To telling you that I love you just as much as you love me, if not more. To telling you that you make me better, happier. You make me feel special.”
Oh. So this is what she had felt like, less than a minute ago.
There was so much pure delight running through his veins that he could barely breathe. His mind went blank as he checked his memory once, twice, three times. He blinked again and his eyes came away wet.
“I owe so much to you, Izuku-kun.”
“...Oh.”
“You didn’t know, did you?” Ochako mused, thoughtful. “You’re a little dense when it comes to this stuff- you have no idea what you do to me, Izuku-kun. I can prove that I love you, if you want. I’m an open book, too- just a bit less of one than you are.”
Something rolled down his cheek. She pulled one of her hands loose to reach up and wipe it away, her touch ever so gentle on his skin. His heart hammered in his chest.
“Is that so? That’s- that’s wonderful.”
“It is, isn’t it?”
“I’m probably going to cry, now.”
“I know.”
“Thanks for waiting for me, Ochako.”
“Always, Izuku-kun.”