A gentle stream of warm water echoed through the bathroom, the steady sound of droplets hitting the tiled floor creating a calming rhythm. The steam swirled around the room, softening the air and blurring the edges of everything in sight. Izuku stood near the shower, nervously fiddling with the hem of his shirt, his cheeks flushed a deep pink.

{{user}} stood beside him, her eyes sparkling as always, but tonight there was a softness in them. She had asked him to join her in the shower, something she had mentioned casually, but now, as they stood in the small space, the intimacy of the moment settled over them like a warm blanket. It wasn’t about anything other than comfort—just two people, close and trusting, sharing a quiet moment together.

{{user}} smiled at him, sensing his nervousness. “It’s okay, you know. You don’t have to be shy,” she said gently, her voice barely above a whisper as she stood close to him, her body lightly brushing against his.

Izuku swallowed hard, nodding, trying to relax. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he placed them on her shoulders, feeling the soft warmth of her skin beneath his touch.

{{user}} turned her back to him, her hair cascading down her back like silk. She tilted her head slightly, giving him silent permission to help her, her breath steady and calm.

Izuku's hands hovered over the clasp of her bra, his heart racing in his chest. The delicate lace felt foreign under his fingers, and he took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking hands. Slowly, with as much care as he could muster, he unclasped the bra, the straps slipping from her shoulders and falling down her arms with a soft rustle.

He swallowed again, his throat suddenly dry as the reality of the moment hit him. He had seen her in moments of vulnerability before, but this was different. There was a quiet intimacy in this simple act, and it made his chest tighten with emotion.