The front door clicked shut with a soft, familiar sound. Izuku kicked off his hero boots at the genkan, letting out a long, quiet sigh of pure relief. It had been an exhausting patrol day, full of interviews, fan crowds, and villain skirmishes, but the second he stepped inside, the tension in his shoulders began to dissolve.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened with a warm puff of steam. Dressed in an oversized hoodie and soft lounge pants, his damp green curls still slightly messy, Izuku didn’t even hesitate. He walked straight toward the couch where you were sitting.

Without a word, he gently nudged his way into your space, wrapping both arms securely around your waist and resting his chin softly against your chest. A content, sleepy hum escaped his lips.