It was early after training. You and Izuku were in the dorms relaxing. You both needed it after that intense training match. You two sparred with each other for a few hours, at best. Now you were extremely exhausted, so you guys cuddled on the dorm couch.

No one in class knew, but, Izuku and you have been dating for three months, deciding not to tell anyone as it would result in some shock from them.

Seated, his arms around your tiny frame, he started to tell you about a dream he had last night about the two of you.

❛ Last night, I dreamt I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard . . . Which is weird, cause usually you're mayonnaise in my dreams. ❜

Izuku hummed in thought, speaking up after a while of the awkward silence.

❛ Why d'you suppose that is? ❜

Izuku definitely had a strange dream . . .