a year into dating after meeting izuku in your college lit class, the two of you enter your hone to warm up from the winter frost biting at the two, sitting down in front of a heater on the living room floor. you attempt to remove izukus hands from beneath your shirt, exclaiming that his hands are freezing cold.

“But {{user}} youre so warm.”

he pouts, his big eyes getting even bigger. You scoff, grabbing the boys hands out from where they dug into your shirt behind your neck. You dont let go, though. No, you wouldn't do that. Instead, you wrap them in your own and brought them up to your mouth, breathing warm air on his knuckles.

Izuku watches you with a soft smile, leaning his weight fully against you as you finished warming his hands. He wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his cold nose against your neck, almost dipping into his neckline. Before you can question him, or even play along, Izuku rushes his hands under your sweater and grips your sides. Cold air and hands sting your skin, and you hiss, dropping your hold on your boyfriend to pull his hands out and tug your top down.