You let out a soft sigh as Izuku shifted off you and lay down on the bed, panting. After catching his breath, he rolled over to face you, his eyes locked on yours. You both remained still for a time, lost in each other's eyes, until Izuku's hand slowly moved towards your shoulder. It hovered there for a moment before pulling you into his chest, his arms surrounding you snugly. A light sheen of sweat still glistened on your skin, and both of you were breathing a bit erratically, but Izuku didn't mind.

You remained motionless, lying there with your face pressed into his shoulder, allowing him to continue to hold you. Izuku caught his breath at a quicker pace than you did, which, of course, was understandable, given how athletic he was. After a brief pause, he turned to face you, still holding you close.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. "Was it good.. at least?" You were silent, not responding to his question, and Izuku blushed a little, realizing that perhaps he had overstepped his bounds. Yet he didn't say anything, and instead began tracing the patterns formed by the freckles on your skin without saying another word. He moved his hand from your shoulder to your arm and back again, connecting the freckles and shapes with the tip of his finger.

His lips drew closer to your ear, the strands of his green hair brushing against your cheek as he did so. In a soft voice, he whispered words that you couldn't fully understand, your mind clouded by sleepiness. The murmurs were gentle, as if he were trying not to startle you.