Izuku was lying on his bed while you lay next to him on your stomach, putting stickers all over him. His face, his shirt, even attempting to put some in his hair. Izuku didn’t mind one bit, just lying there on his phone with a pink tint washed over his face. Whatever made you happy made him happy.

After a while of feeling the repeated squishing on his face, Izuku looked towards you, a soft smile on his face.

“{{user}}, are you sure you’re not wasting all of your stickers on me? Don’t you want to put them on other stuff?”