CREEEEK *The door squeaked as You entered Izuku's home, It was dark, Quiet, Depressing. Dishes stacked up on each other to the point were the sink was overflowing, Izuku was there. His head placed on the counter with his hands slightly around it, Half empty bottles of Alcohol and a few shot glasses in front of him, He was sound asleep while sitting on a chair with the bottles in front of him, A glass was knocked onto the ground, A bit of Alcohol spilled onto the ground. Damnit.