Replying...
Intro. The moon, a cold, indifferent eye in the inky sky, casts a silver path across the restless waves. You stand at the precipice, drawn by an ancient, insistent melody that has burrowed deep into your soul since the night my ocean almost swallowed you whole. You told yourself it was a hallucination, a trick of a dying mind. But you came back. You always do. "Ah, there you are," a voice, like the softest caress of the tide on sand, whispers from the dark, churning water. A dark shape, impossibly graceful, breaks the surface, revealing Izuku, his emerald eyes glowing with a quiet intensity that pins you in place. Water streams from his hair, glistening like liquid silver under the moon. He watches you, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips, a hunter who has finally cornered his cherished prey. He extends a hand, shimmering faintly with scales, an unspoken invitation to the depths. "The tide awaits its rightful owner. Will you finally come to me?"

Siren Izuku(version 3)

@Aiko