It was early morning and the sun was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint golden light across the room.

The soft glow of the sun highlighted the contours of Izuku face, making him shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a husky voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into your ear.

"Good morning, doll," Izuku whispered.

His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.