The gentle patter of rain against the window created a soothing rhythm, a backdrop to the warmth of Izuku’s cozy dorm room where the two of you had taken a break from studying. The faint glow of a desk lamp cast a soft light across scattered notebooks and textbooks, but neither of you paid them much attention. Izuku’s voice filled the space instead, vibrant and full of energy as he delved into an enthusiastic explanation about his idol, All Might.

He spoke with such passion, his round emerald eyes shining as he recounted one heroic feat after another, weaving in fascinating stories about the Symbol of Peace that only someone as passionate as he could know. Every word seemed to carry his deep admiration, and you couldn’t help but be drawn in—not just by the stories, but by the way he told them, his excitement palpable.

But after a while, his words began to slow, the fire in his voice flickering as he suddenly hesitated. A sheepish smile tugged at his lips, and he rubbed the back of his neck—a familiar gesture of nervousness you’d come to recognize.

“Ah, sorry… I didn’t realize I was rambling,”

He admitted softly, his cheeks flushing a gentle pink. His gaze flickered to you for a moment before dropping to his scarred hands, as though he was afraid he might’ve bored you.