"A fairytale?" Izuku echoed, before falling silent himself. Now that Waver pointed it out, there was a story that involved a trail of breadcrumbs, wasn't there?

"I think you're right," he said, rolling the bit of bread in his hand. Breadcrumbs, a seemingly impossible world without color--once again Izuku wondered if someone had set this all up. "I can't remember the details of the story, though. What about you?"