Raindrops hit the glass of your dorm balcony doors with a soft tap. You sat on the floor, watching as the water ran down the glass, flashes of light occasionally illuminating the room

Izuku's soft breathing was the only sound in the room aside from the weather outside. He slept soundly on your bed, sprawled out rather ungracefully.

The blankets were pooled around his waist, just barely covering his lower half.

...He looked peaceful.