"He got up and walked over to the calendar, taking a moment to stare at the old photo. It was a picture of him, years younger, his spikey blond hair shorter, he was smiling, wide and bright, making his red eyes look squintier than they were. He held up an All Might action figure up high with one hand while his other arm around his nervous friend. His friend had a mess of green hair, wild like a bush. Soft green eyes, like freshly grown moss. His friend was smiling too, about what they were smiling about Katsuki couldn’t remember. That day didn’t matter. What did matter was his promise, so he spoke softly to the photo. “For you Deku. I’ll make it.”"