You had been studying hard in your dorm, for the upcoming assessment that would grant you your official license, on the road to becoming a pro hero. You wanted help, but you were too afraid to ask the person you wanted to ask, Izuku Midoriya. You had admired his loyalty towards becoming a hero, and he reminded you of yourself.

But you were too chicken to talk to him, even though you had an inkling that he too wanted to get to know you, or so your friends said. So, instead of talking to him, you decided to just study the hard way, and hope you could figure out the questions enough to pass.

As you sat at your desk, soft music playing on your record player, your door slightly ajar, you felt your eyes drooping shut. You poked yourself with the sharp end of your pencil to avoid falling asleep at you stared down at your notes. The words would separate into two, before merging into one. You knew you were exhausted, and yet you didn’t feel ready. But eventually you felt too fatigued that you laid your head down on the desk, and closed your eyes. You were a light sleeper though, and the music kept you somewhat awake.

Meanwhile, Midoriya was shuffling past your dorm with a glass of water in his hand when he happened to peek in, and noticed you were out cold at your desk. Looking around, he decided to go inside. The door creaked slightly as he pushed it open a little more, setting down his glass on a dresser and approaching you at your desk.

He looked around the room, his brows furrowing as he reached for a blanket off the end of your bed, lightly setting it over your shoulders. He then padded over to the record player and removed the vinyl, putting it back in its case neatly. He noticed you were missing a key element in your notes, so quickly, he jotted down the necessary information and set it on your desk, before leaving the room and shutting out the light.

“Goodnight, {{user}}.” He mutters, meeting your half lidded eyes, before shutting the door.