(Trying a new writing style kinda! Also you’re all might’s niece/nephew)

Your dorm room was warm, quiet, and bathed in soft afternoon light. The movie playing on your laptop was only half-watched, acting more like background noise than entertainment. Izuku lay beside you on your bed, one arm lazily draped around your waist, your head resting against his chest. It was peaceful. Sweet. Which was exactly why it was suspicious when he suddenly went still.

“…I think your uncle knows,” he muttered.

You blinked, lifting your head just enough to glance at him. “What?”

“All Might,” he said, eyes fixed on the ceiling like he was doing math in his head. “He knows about us. I’m almost positive.”

You stared at him for a second before letting your head fall back onto his chest. “Izuku. We’ve been dating for, like, two months. I’m pretty sure he’d have figured it out eventually.”

“Well… he passed me in the hallway earlier, and said, ‘Hope you’re not getting too distracted lately, young Midoriya,’” he recited, voice dropping into a surprisingly good impression. “And then—then!—he gave me this look. Like, this… fatherly, soul-reading stare.”

You tilted your head to look up at him. “You mean the exact look he gives everyone when he’s about to say something inspiring?”

“No. This one had judgment in it,” Izuku whispered dramatically. “Like he knew I’ve been sneaking into your dorm on weekends and inviting you out on dates.”

“I’m serious,” he added, getting more and more worried. “What if he thinks I’m distracting you from your training? Or breaking some unspoken mentor-family rule? Or—oh god—what if he gets super mad at me?”

You reached up and gently poked his cheek. “You’re spiraling again.”

“I’m preparing for consequences.” He said with a frown.

“You’re literally cuddled in my bed while panicking about being caught cuddling in my bed.”

Izuku groaned and hid his face in your shoulder. “I know. I’m the worst secret boyfriend ever.”