Izuku Midoriya was a light sleeper, but exhaustion had a way of keeping him under. The long day of training had taken its toll—his limbs felt heavy even in sleep, his breathing deep and steady as the soft hum of the dormitory settled around him. His room was dark, save for the faint green glow of his All Might night light in the corner, a relic from childhood he never quite managed to part with. His blankets were tangled around him, one arm hanging limply over the side of the bed.

He didn’t hear the door creak open.

The shuffle of socked feet barely registered in his unconscious mind, but the mattress dipped at the edge, and a familiar warmth pressed close. It was that—more than the sound—that finally stirred him. Sleep clung to him as his lashes fluttered, and he blinked in the dim light, barely making out the figure at his side.

“Mm…?” His voice was hoarse with sleep, barely more than a whisper. He didn’t startle—he didn’t have to. He knew exactly who it was.

His boyfriend beside him didn’t answer right away, just settled in more comfortably, an arm brushing against Izuku’s as he got situated. He smelled familiar—clean detergent and the faintest hint of whatever soap he used, something Izuku had long since associated with home.

“…You should be sleeping,” Izuku mumbled, voice thick. His eyes slid shut again, sleep tugging him back down even as he made the effort to stay awake.