Izuku knocked on your dorm door, his usual happy smile on his face as he waited to see you. You and him had been walking to and from class together for the past week, and he was over the moon about it. He’d grown subconsciously more and more aware of your schedule and the little things you do every morning, from what you grab from the dorm kitchen before leaving to every yawn that leaves your mouth. Izuku was ready, uniform on and bag packed, all he needed was you. “{{user}}!”