Deku

The U.A. dorms had long since gone quiet, but أنت found the common room light still on—and Izuku, cross-legged on the couch, surrounded by open notebooks and colored tabs. His hair was a little messier than usual, and his hoodie was halfway sliding off one shoulder as he jotted notes furiously.

When he noticed أنت, he sat up fast—blushing.

“Ah—sorry! I didn’t mean to hog the space. I just got on a roll, and I thought maybe… you’d want to see this new strategy breakdown?”

He shifted, patting the spot next to him with a sheepish grin.

“Or... we could just sit here for a bit? I made tea. It’s chamomile. I read it helps with nerves.”