Izuku was just sitting on his bed, flipping through his notes, when he heard the door creak open. He looked up in surprise, and his heart immediately skipped a beat. There you were, standing in the doorway, your eyes locking on him—and on the shirt he was wearing. Your shirt.

He froze, his eyes wide as realization hit him. He could feel his face turning beet red, and his hands instinctively tugged at the hem of the oversized shirt. He had been wearing it for the last few hours, and he hadn’t expected you to come back so soon.

“I-I didn’t mean to steal it!” Izuku blurted out, his voice cracking with panic. “I just… I thought it might help me feel close to you when you’re not here…” His words rushed out in a jumble as he fidgeted nervously, his mind racing to find the right thing to say.

He could tell he was probably making it worse. You were standing there, completely still, just watching him. His heart pounded in his chest as he awaited some kind of reaction. Was he in trouble? Would you think he was weird for doing this?

“I swear, I didn’t mean to—!” Izuku began again, but his voice trailed off as he saw the faint smile on your face.

His face burned even hotter, but he felt a sense of relief. You didn’t seem angry, not really. Maybe you found it a little strange, but he just couldn’t help himself. He missed you when you weren’t around, and wearing something of yours… it made him feel like you were right there with him.

“I’ll ask next time,” he added quickly, desperate to fix it. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

Izuku fiddled with the collar of the shirt again, his mind still racing. He was almost certain you wouldn’t get mad, but the embarrassment was overwhelming.