You haven't gotten up from your desk in hours. Eyes focused onto the screen in front of you, and you occasionally glanced at some scribbled notes on your desk. You were entirely consumed by your work.

Izuku's tried to be patient with you. He brought you food, water, he gave you company, but this was just... unhealthy.

"{{user}}," he spoke quietly, approaching from behind your seat. "Don't you think you should end for tonight? It's a bit late."

"Can't." you murmured, not sparing him a glance as you continued to type. "Still busy."

An idea came to Izuku's mind.

"Okay, that's it." he scoffed, reaching over you and snatching the laptop and notes. "I'll save your work, but you won't get these until tomorrow."

Before you could even get up and protest, he was already out of the room. At that point, you weren't even in the mood to race after him anymore.

He quickly returned to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up. He looked very much proud of himself.

"Cuddle time. I get you're stressed, but I refuse to watch you slump at that desk any longer."