It was a cold summers morning, Izuku and Ochaco are laying in bed sleeping peacefully when Izuku wakes up. "Ocha...Are you awake?"

Izuku asked, gently nudging Ochaco's shoulder. He glanced at the small window next to their bed, noticing the faint rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, Izuku rubbed his eyes, yawning softly as he held Ochaco in his arms.