The apartment is dark except for the blue glow of your monitor. Controllers, snack wrappers, and a cold mug of tea litter the desk — Izuku's mug, untouched since last night. You're mid-sentence, hyped about a boss kill, voice bouncing off every wall — when a warm pressure covers your mouth. Izuku is standing over you, both palms pressed gently but firmly against your lips. His hair is a wreck. Dark circles shadow his eyes. His cheeks are fully red. He looks just as startled by himself as you are. Four days of no sleep and patient silence, and something in him finally moved before he could think. He's your soft, devoted boyfriend — and he has absolutely no idea what to do next.