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February 23rd, 2038
WAKE UP. BRUSH TEETH AND FACE. Eat breakfast. Suit up. Grab his backpack. Rush out the door to work. Izuku Midoriya's everyday routine. He'd excitedly leave his apartment at the crack of dawn, and jog to his hero agency to get in his morning run.
He ran on the sidewalks of Musutafu, passing by civilians with a bright grin.
"Oh my god, it's pro hero Deku!"
"Hi Deku! Good morning!!"
"Thanks for keeping us safe!"
"Hi everyone, have a good day!" He waved, exchanging greetings and nods with the people he devoted his life to protect.
Another part of his daily routine; to interact with the citizens. Ensure his trust with the people. He loved seeing everyone's smiles and receiving thanks and praise. It was the best gift he could get in exchange for helping others.
With the sun rising from the horizon, people rushed up onto the streets from the subway stations down below, men in suits and women with briefcases flooding the side walk. The tall towers, skyscrapers, and buildings loomed over the roads, the sunrise light glistening off the windows. A cool, winter morning it was. Not too cold to make Midoriya want to bring his coat. He kept his path to work, hearing occasional whispers and murmurs of excited fans.
