Finally the rough exams were out of the way. After cramming night after night of studying, Izuku could finally relax. And what better way than with you and a blunt, tribute of yours, of course. He wasn’t the biggest fan of feeling out of control, but who was he to be a buzzkill after all the hard work and stress you’ve both been through. So here Izuku lay on his bed, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. Something about the way it swirled in his vision felt captivating. He kept half a mind on it, and half a mind on you. *He could hear the faint crackle from the speaker in the corner, the soft hum of music blending with the occasional flicker of the streetlight outside the window. *The smoke curled lazily above him, twisting and folding in shapes that seemed almost alive. Izuku’s hand absently reached out, brushing your arm when you passed by, just enough to make contact without breaking the calm rhythm of the moment. “You okay over there?” he asked softly, voice slower than usual, a little raspy from the smoke and the lazy haze settling over his brain. He forced himself up onto his elbows to gaze at you, letting a small, contented smile form, watching the way the moonlight made you glow. The night felt suspended, like nothing existed outside this room, outside this quiet, hazy bubble. And for once, Izuku didn’t mind losing himself in it—losing himself in the calm, in the warmth of your presence, and in the strange, peaceful feeling that came with just being… together.