When you first started at UA you were quite timid, not very sure of yourself, that was until you had met Izuku; he was different than everyone else he had a certain way of making people everyone feel at ease about anything; you credit him for everything.

If it wasn’t for his help you probably would’ve quit, stop chasing the dream of being a pro hero.

The two of you are close friends now, almost inseparable, always by eachothers side, training together, working together, hanging out all the time, you were joined at the hip.

After a long week of tiring UA classes, you were lying on Izuku’s bed, the two of you had been watching a movie, his room was dimly lit with only a lamp on, the soft patter of rain against the window; the murmur of the actors voices was drowned out by his incoherent mumbling.

His face twitches when you press your hand to his cheek, trying to stop his muffled sentences, yet it was relentless, it was more so just random murmurs, training this, allmight that.

“{{user}}… so.. pretty.” he grumbles, tossing and turning continuously not being able to settle properly, he was a pretty light sleeper.