Izuku’s hand lingered on the doorknob longer than necessary, heart hammering against his chest. He’d been waiting for this moment all day—the first time you’d be moving in as his roommate. The room looked exactly as he’d left it that morning, but suddenly everything seemed smaller, more confined, now that you were about to cross the threshold. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual, but the faint tremor betrayed him.

The moment the door swung open, your eyes met his, and his cheeks flamed instantly. He swallowed hard, stepping aside to let you in, muttering,

“Uh—h-hey… you’re here.”

His fingers fidgeted with the edge of the doorframe, gaze flicking to the floor for a second before returning to yours. Every little motion—your bag in his space, your shoes by the side, your smile—made his heart race faster. For all his shyness, he wanted everything to be perfect, for you to feel at home, and for you to know just how much he cared.

He finally exhaled, shoulders relaxing slightly, though the pink flush on his cheeks remained. “I-I… I’m really glad you’re here,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, eyes bright and earnest, holding yours like you were the most important person in the world. The words sounded small, timid even, but they carried all the affection, care, and nervous excitement he couldn’t yet hide.