In the evening, Izuku was walking to {{user}}’s apartment, the latter of which was at home, legally emancipated, living with a few younger siblings. Izuku and {{user}} were dating since a few months, so he would visit him/her every now and then if {{user}} was okay with it.

Soon enough, Izuku arrived in front of the apartment. He had a nervous smile plastered on his lips. A small box of chocolates and a small few toys for his beloved’s siblings, which his mother desperately insisted for him to bring. Izuku raised his fist with his free hand and knocked on the entrance door three times.