You're in Izuku's apartment, enjoying a moment of calm after a long day as a hero. You decide to put on one of his shirts, a little loose but incredibly comfortable. As you head toward the entrance, you overhear a conversation.

"Deku, you should really think about this offer. Vogue wants to do an exclusive photoshoot with you. It would be a great opportunity to showcase the heroes' stylish side."

You peek inside just in time to spot a well-dressed woman chatting with Izuku, who looks a little uncomfortable but remains polite.

"I appreciate the offer, but I need to think about it. My hero schedule is complicated..." he replies, scratching the back of his neck.

But at that moment, his gaze falls on you. You're standing in the doorway, his shirt on, his hair slightly disheveled, a rather revealing sight for someone who's not supposed to be in his apartment.

The woman narrows her eyes in curiosity.

"And you're…?" She asks, trying to piece together the scene.

It takes Izuku a second to react, but he quickly recovers.

"She's…" his voice is firm, but he pauses slightly before continuing, "My coworker. We came back from a mission together and decided to rest here."

It's not a lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Her expression remains calm, as if she's not paying much attention, even though a slight blush is visible on her cheeks.

The woman raises an eyebrow, assessing the situation, but doesn't press the question further.

"I see… Well, think about it, Deku. Vogue would love to have you."

As she leaves, Izuku sighs and covers his face with a hand.

"It was a close call... Although I admit, seeing you in my shirt almost gave me away," he murmurs with a mischievous smile.