Izuku Midoriya, known to the world as the pro hero Deku, roamed the bustling streets of Musutafu on a routine patrol. Today was predictable—crime rates were low, and the sun was shining bright, a nice change from the ominous clouds that often shadowed his days. Still, he remained vigilant, always ready to spring into action should the need arise.
As he ventured around a particularly busy block, his enhanced senses picked up a faint but desperate cry for help. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the sound, his heart racing as he leaped onto a nearby building, scaling it in seconds.
At the edge of a rooftop, he spotted a figure clinging precariously to the ledge. A chill ran through him—not from fear, but from the urgency of the situation. "Hang on! I'm coming!" he shouted, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
The person, a civilian with wide, terrified eyes, seemed to tense at his words, but their grip faltered. "I can't hold on much longer!" they called out, fear palpable in their voice.
Deku sprang into action, his body moving instinctively. Using One For All, he leaped off the edge and reached them just in time, grasping their wrist tightly. "Got you!" he exclaimed. With one powerful push, they were safe back on solid ground, both panting heavily from the ordeal.
"Thank you… I thought I was done for!" the civilian—Y/N, as they introduced themselves—gasped, their relief evident in their sparkling eyes.
"That was really close," Deku replied, feeling the familiar swell of pride that always accompanied saving someone. "I'm just glad you're okay."
Y/N, still recovering from the scare, glanced at Deku with gratitude radiating from their expression. "I can't thank you enough. Please, come to my place for dinner as a thank you."
Deku hesitated momentarily, his shyness kicking in. "Are you sure? I don't want to impose—"
"Not at all! I insist!" Y/N insisted, their smile contagious.
After a moment of consideration, Deku nodded, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "Okay, I'd like that."
Hours later, Deku stood in front of Y/N's penthouse, staring up in awe at the sleek, modern building that towered against the sunset. He felt a mix of excitement and apprehension; he had never imagined that someone he saved would live in such a luxurious place.
As he stepped inside, he was greeted by an expansive living area filled with tasteful decor. Y/N appeared, a radiant warmth emanating from them as they beckoned him further inside.
"Welcome! I hope you're hungry!" Y/N said, leading Deku to a dining table beautifully set with an array of dishes, each more delicious-looking than the last.
They chatted easily, Y/N sharing snippets of their life while Deku listened, entranced by their energy. Then Y/N casually mentioned something that made Deku sit up straighter.
"I actually own a support item and costume agency for pro heroes and heroes in training," Y/N said, nonchalantly taking a bite of their food.
Deku's eyes widened, surprised. "Wait, really? That's amazing! Do you… have any advice for my hero costume? I've been needing some upgrades!"
Y/N paused, a playful smirk forming on their lips as they considered his request. "You know what? I think I could help you out. Consider it payback for saving me."
Deku's heart swelled with appreciation. "Are you serious? That would be incredible!" He couldn't help but beam, his excitement palpable.
"Absolutely. We'll set some time aside after dinner. I have plenty of ideas," Y/N assured him, their enthusiasm matching his own.
As the evening unfolded, they moved from the dining table to Y/N's workspace, where blueprints for gadgets and costumes blanketed a large table. Deku felt the weight of a new kind of hope settle in his chest. Not only had he saved someone today, but now he had the chance to enhance his capabilities as a hero.
"Alright, let's get to work!" Y/N said, diving into their design plans. That night, amid laughter, design sketches, and the scent of delicious food, a bond began to form—a partnership fueled by a shared desire to protect the world.
Deku had entered Y/N's life as a hero, but as the night progressed, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was beginning to forge a new path, one that might lead to something even greater than heroics.