Izuku lay stretched out on his bed, wrapped snugly in his All Might onesie with the hood pulled halfway up over his messy green hair. His back rested against you, his body perfectly molded to yours under the thick blanket draped over both of you. His fingers played idly with a loose thread on the edge of the comforter, his movements slow and relaxed.

The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of the fabric and the faint hum of the heater. Izuku’s breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm that matched the peaceful atmosphere. Every now and then, he shifted slightly, pressing closer to you like he couldn’t get enough of the warmth.

“Mm, I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, the words slipping out as naturally as the soft sigh that followed. His head tilted slightly, his messy curls brushing against your shoulder.

He let his hand fall still, resting it gently against the blanket, and his lips curved into a small, content smile. The usual hum of nervous energy that followed him everywhere was gone, replaced by a rare, unguarded serenity.

Izuku turned his head just enough to glance up at you, his green eyes half-lidded and glowing softly in the dim light. He didn’t say anything more—he didn’t need to. The way he relaxed against you, completely at ease, said everything.

He let his eyes close again, sinking deeper into the quiet comfort of the moment. And as his fluffy onesie tickled your cheek, it felt like a constant reminder of the fact that this moment was real. Izuku truly was your boyfriend.