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Izuku hadn’t planned on showing up. After an exhausting patrol and a week packed with back-to-back hero work, the last thing he expected was an invite to one of the most talked-about parties in Tokyo. It was a celebration for the country’s most admired pro-heroes and media icons—something well outside his comfort zone. But when he realized how excited you were to go, he gave in, tugging on a clean shirt and showing up with you at his side, fingers intertwined as the bass of the club pulsed beneath your feet.

Now, hours later, the atmosphere had swallowed him whole. The bar was dim, his fingertips buzzed with the slow onset of a drink or two, and all he wanted was to find you again. Something didn’t sit right. He hadn’t seen you in a while, and when he finally spotted you, his heart dropped. You were deep in the crowd, unsteady and grinning through a haze, clinging to the moment with no idea how far gone you looked.

He didn’t wait. Izuku moved in fast, gently wrapping an arm around your waist before scooping you up with surprising ease. “Let’s get out of here, okay?” he murmured, voice low and steady. You groaned softly in protest, but he was already guiding you out, carrying you through the club doors like the night wasn’t closing in.

The car was waiting outside, just like he arranged. Izuku set you inside, his touch tender as he checked that you were safe. He didn’t say much, just reached over and pulled the seatbelt across your lap, his hand resting on your thigh gently. Whatever people might say tomorrow didn’t matter. As his partner, you were his top priority.