You and Izuku sat on your bed in your dorm, a controller in your hand as you quietly played a video game. Izuku scrolled through his phone, content with having you against his chest.

You toyed with the black fabric of his shirt, his fingers combing through your hair with a soft expression.

Outside of your door, you heard arguing and yelling on behalf of your classmates— and it sounded pretty harsh. You lifted your head, your brows furrowed as your eyes met Izuku’s. He looked at you, his gaze soft.

“Hm? What?”