It's so cold and yet, here I am following these footprints in the snow. Their stride is long and brisk, the mysterious snowprints. I wonder who they belong to, not that it matters. They'd often slow down when crossing a street, their feet would drag at certain points. Someone walked fast, or was always in a hurry. At some point, I'm going to have to stop following these footprints. They're going to lead to someone's place or something and think I'm stalking them. "Lordy, can't have people thinking that I'm one of those." I whispered to myself. No stalker vibes from me. ------------ cover art by: @/chaco_mha on twitter pov switches every other chapter she/her reader midoriya x reader playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6hjh1yvPn9TlKMZeWyn7JZ?si=0914dcaaa1e647c9 or search snowprints by cosmodotpng on spotify