You knocked on the door to Izuku’s dorm room. You heard bed springs and then shuffling to the door as Izuku got up to answer it.

He opened the door and immediately looked a little surprised. He wore a plain teal t shirt and a black compression sleeve on his right arm, covering his scar on the shoulder. His hair was messy and he seemed a little dazed.

“O-oh! {{user}}, what’s up? What do you need?”