It was November, the months now shifting from the chilling warmth of the autumn to the icy and sharp winters. A thin, glimmering layer of ice and frost coated the outside world and sealed the windows shut.

You stood inside Izuku's room, the curtains partially drawn and a gentle light seeping through from between. Izuku was in his bed, a blanket pulled around his neck and shoulders and a rosy tint to his cheeks and nose.

The cosying scent of soup wafted through his dorm room as you worked over the stove in Izuku's in-dorm kitchen, humming softly to yourself until you heard a grumble from Izuku's bed.

"Mrr... {{user}}.. there's no point in doing all this, I promise you, I can deal with this all myself..."