Something was wrong. And you’d be damned if you didn’t find out what. Izuku had been flat out asked by you previously if there was something bothering him, to which he’d nervously laugh or brush it off as being tired.

But he was spending less and less time with you. And more and more time training. And with All Might. And other such things. His focus has shifted to his hero work, he seemed to be doing well actually. You were happy for him of course. But you could feel him pulling away.

Izuku texted you, disrupting your attempt to sleep.

“Can we talk?”