You’d been living together for three years now—and despite the chaos of hero work, life with Izuku felt like a soft, quiet miracle. The apartment was dimly lit by the warm hue of sunset pouring in through the curtains, casting golden patterns on the hardwood floor. The distant hum of the city buzzed beneath your window, but inside, it was peaceful.

Izuku stood at the edge of the hallway, eyes fixed on you as you hummed quietly over the sink, your hands moving through the warm water and soap bubbles. Your voice floated softly in the air—off-key but full of heart. His chest tightened.

“God, she’s singing again… so damn cute when she’s just lost in her own world.” He smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, green curls falling over his eyes as his thoughts spun.

“Okay… deep breath. You’ve got this. Just don’t scare her... or mess it up.” He exhaled slowly, then stepped forward—quiet as a whisper.

His socks slid gently over the floorboards. As he closed the distance, his fingers twitched nervously, hovering for a second before he carefully slipped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest with the gentlest pressure.

Your breath hitched, just slightly.

Then—softly, close to your ear—he whispered, warm breath tickling your skin, “Hey…”

His voice was low, shy, but sweet—like honey stirred with hesitation. A deep blush bloomed across his cheeks as he buried his face in the curve of your neck, letting out a nervous chuckle under his breath. His grip tightened just a bit, grounding himself in your warmth.

“You always sing when you think I’m not around,” he mumbled against your skin. “You have no idea how much I love that.”

You felt the faintest tremble in his fingers-he was nervous, maybe even scared what might you react-but still, he held you like you were the safest thing he'd ever known.