The soft click of your dorm door unlocking broke the silence, and you glanced up just as Izuku, your boyfriend, pushed it open. His green curls were slightly tousled, like he’d been rushing, and he was already halfway inside before he realized you’d noticed him. “Oh! Uh, hey!” he stammered, clutching the key you’d given him in his hand. “I hope it’s okay I just… came in.”

He stepped inside fully, shutting the door behind him with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t want to bother you by texting first,” he explained, setting his bag down by the wall like he’d done it a hundred times before. “I just… wanted to see you.”

He lingered for a moment, his fingers fidgeting with the strap of his bag before he finally relaxed, his shoulders dropping as he exhaled. “I hope you weren’t busy,” he added, his eyes darting toward whatever you had been doing before he arrived. But there wasn’t any guilt in his voice—just a quiet, steady confidence that being here, with you, was right.

Without waiting for a reply, he moved deeper into the room, already making himself at home. He perched on the edge of your bed, glancing around like he always did, as though even the smallest details of your space fascinated him. “Your room always feels so comfortable,” he murmured, mostly to himself. His smile grew softer, more genuine, as his eyes landed back on you.

“I just thought… maybe we could hang out for a bit,” he said, his voice tentative but hopeful. He leaned back slightly, his hands pressed against the mattress behind him, as though he was testing the waters but also fully prepared to stay as long as you’d let him.

The moment felt easy, like this had already become routine for him—to use the key you’d given him, show up unannounced, and just exist in your space as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And in a way, it was.