Izuku had a notebook out,scrawled with various writings and some crossed out. He was currently sitting at his window seat,which,he had a pillow behind his back, as he had to get comfortable enough to think.

The only noise heard is the sound of pen against paper and the occasional birds chirping every now and then outside,conceiving a symphony you could relish in.

He heard soft knocking on the door,instantly knowing who it was. Katsuki.