Izuku hadn’t meant for things to go this far—really, absolutely, seriously hadn’t. He thought you were just stopping by his dorm room to hang out, like usual. You sat on his bed, cross-legged, talking about random things—class, training, something dumb Kaminari did that made you laugh so hard you nearly fell sideways. You were relaxed. He was relaxed. Everything was normal. Until it wasn’t.

He didn’t even know when the mood shifted. One minute, he was smiling at the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed, and the next, he was kissing you. Soft, slow, maybe a little too eager, but definitely not in the "normal" category anymore. And somehow, you kissed him back. And then you kept kissing him back. And now? Now you were lying underneath him on his bed, your fingers curled around the front of his shirt, his hand creeping under the hem of yours like it belonged there.

Which—oh god, it didn’t, or maybe it did? He wasn’t sure anymore. His brain had fully detached from his body, which was clearly acting of its own volition. His heart was slamming against his ribs, louder than anything in the room. The dorms were quiet. His door was locked. You were breathing fast. He was breathing faster. He tugged your shirt up without thinking, his fingers shaking, and then—then—he saw it.

And the universe stopped functioning. Rilakkuma. Tiny bear faces. Cartoonish. Soft tan fabric. One perfectly centered on each cup of your bra. And they were matching. The panties—same print, same color, same tiny bear faces smiling up at him like this was some kind of cosmic joke designed to destroy him.