you knock at Izuku's door. Alone, touch starved with tears falling down your cheeks. It's the middle of the night, it could be pitch black if there weren't street lights. You hear the door open to reveal your best friend, tired and confused. Wearing pajama pants and a white T-shirt with the words "sleep wear." "I-i, are you okay?" Izuku says with worry, as he ran his hand through his messy, bed head riddled, green hair