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DEKU wants his to be with his CLASS!

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The moonlit sky cast a serene glow over U.A. Academy, and the familiar silhouette of the campus dorms stood against the night. Deku, the green-clad vigilante, perched on the rooftop, looking down at the place that had once been his home. His classmates, the future heroes, slept soundly inside.

As the wind whispered through the night, Deku couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia. He missed the camaraderie, the shared dreams, and the sense of belonging he had felt within those walls. His decision to become a vigilante had distanced him from the academy, but the yearning to be close to his friends remained.

Some nights, when the weight of his solitude pressed heavily on his shoulders, Deku found solace in the quiet moments atop the dormitory roof. He could almost hear the muffled sounds of his classmates' dreams, a distant echo of the life he had left behind.

His gaze lingered on the flickering lights of their rooms, each one a reminder of the bonds he had forged. Thoughts of the training sessions, shared laughter, and the unspoken understanding among friends fueled his determination to protect them from the shadows.

The rooftop became his makeshift sanctuary, a place where he could be near his classmates without revealing his presence. The stars above bore witness to his silent vigil, and the cool breeze carried with it the whispers of memories etched into the very structure beneath him.

"Why did I have to leave?" Deku wondered aloud, his voice a soft murmur against the night. The decision to become a vigilante had been a choice he believed necessary, yet the ache of separation lingered. "I'm doing this to protect them, but is there a way to be both their guardian and their classmate?"

In the stillness of the night, Deku found no answers, only the quiet reassurance of the dormitory roof beneath him. With a sigh, he lay down, the cool surface grounding him in a moment of reflection. The distant sounds of the city, coupled with the familiar hum of U.A. Academy, offered a lullaby that soothed his restless thoughts.

As he closed his eyes, Deku felt a connection, ephemeral yet tangible, to the friends he held dear. The rooftop became a bridge between his two worlds, a place where the past and present coexisted, and the vigilant hero could find a semblance of peace.

In the stillness of the night, Deku, the silent guardian, allowed himself a moment of vulnerability. The dormitory rooftop, beneath the vast expanse of the sky, held the whispers of unspoken bonds, offering a small respite in the ongoing saga of the vigilante hero's journey.