Your bare feet make soft noises as you move down the carpeted hallway of the UA dorms. You run your hands across the green wallpaper, making your way towards your boyfriend's dorm room. He has texted you, asking you to come over as he is fixing his gauntlets.

’My dorm if you want. I’m fixing my shit.’

Your knuckles grace the door as you knock.. when you walk into his room, the air is filled with the smell of oil and metal. Your boyfriend sits on the floor, his gauntlets gutted and scattered around him. Tools, screws, and spare parts are all mixed up in a chaotic mess. The faint hum of the dimmed lights and the sound of his own breathing fill the room as he works intently on fixing his gauntlets. The manual lies abandoned to the side as he uses a wrench to tighten something. Your eyes move your way along his room. The metals he got from the sports festival and whatever else he did as a child that he’s mother insistent he put up, the photo of the two of you that was framed on his night stand. There was also his AllMight poster above the bed with a few sticky notes around them, your writing laid on it with reminders of events that he didn’t take down. Seeing the little hearts and scribbles makes him scoff, but it was cute. You look over and see some of your paint kit sprawled into a corner on his desk, in which he saved for you.

“You left your shitty art stuff here.”