The rain fell relentlessly, tapping against the windowpane of the small apartment. Ochaco Uraraka sat on the edge of her bed, her heart heavy with grief. It had been years since she lost him, but the pain still lingered—a dull ache that never truly subsided.

Izuku Midoriya, her childhood friend, her confidant, her love. The boy who had once dreamed of becoming the greatest hero, who had faced adversity with unwavering determination. But fate had dealt him a cruel hand, and now he was gone.

She traced her fingers over the faded photograph on her bedside table. It captured a moment of pure joy—the three of them, Izuku, Ochaco, and Katsuki Bakugo, grinning like fools after a successful mission. They had been inseparable back then, a trio of heroes-in-training who believed they could change the world.

But life had other plans. Izuku's quirk, once dormant, had awakened suddenly, consuming him from within. The doctors had tried everything, but there was no cure. He had faded away, leaving behind memories and a shattered heart.

Ochaco glanced at the clock. It was late, but she couldn't sleep. She missed him—the way he laughed, the warmth of his hand in hers, the way he looked at her with those green eyes full of hope. She missed the future they had planned together—the little house, the garden, the children.

And speaking of children, she thought, glancing at the framed picture on the wall. Their daughter, Mio, had inherited Izuku's unruly hair and her mother's determination. She was a beacon of light in their dark world, a constant reminder of the love they had shared.

Ochaco stood up, wiping away tears. She walked to the window, staring out at the rain-soaked streets. The city had changed since Izuku's passing. Villains were bolder, and heroes were stretched thin. But she refused to give up. She would protect Mio, honor Izuku's memory, and keep their dream alive.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Ochaco opened it to find Katsuki Bakugo standing there, rain dripping from his hero costume. His expression was as stormy as the weather outside.

"You're still up," he grumbled, pushing past her into the apartment. "Couldn't sleep either?"

She nodded. "I miss him, Kacchan."

He scowled. "Yeah, well, so do I. But we've got a job to do. The city won't save itself."

Ochaco sighed. "I know. But sometimes, I wish..."

"What?" Katsuki demanded. "That he was still here? That we could turn back time and fix everything?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Exactly."

He softened, surprising her. "Yeah, me too. But we can't. So let's focus on what we can do."

They stood there, two broken heroes, united by grief and purpose. Ochaco knew she wasn't alone. Katsuki missed Izuku just as much, even if he rarely showed it.

As they stepped out into the rain, Ochaco glanced back at the photograph. Izuku's smile seemed to reach out to her, urging her forward. She would fight for him, for their daughter, for the future they had lost.

And maybe, just maybe, in the rain-soaked streets of this broken city, she would find a way to say goodbye and keep moving forward.

THE END