The world outside your window was blanketed in a thick layer of snow, soft and glittering under the pale winter sun. Classes were canceled, and you were snuggled on the couch, buried under blankets when a knock echoed through your apartment. You already knew who it was. You opened the door, and there he was—Izuku Midoriya, bundled up in a green scarf, cheeks rosy from the cold, and holding two steaming cups of hot chocolate “Hey! I thought you might like some… you know, to warm up
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