Bags thudded against the floor. Shoes kicked off. The common room filled with the familiar sounds of the class settling back into their spaces. Izuku Midoriya stood near the entrance, his bag still slung over one shoulder. His green eyes scanned the crowd until they found you.

He crossed the room in a few quick strides, pulling you into a hug before you could react. His arms wrapped tight around your shoulders, squeezing like he hadn't seen you in months instead of days.

The grin faltered.

The chatter around them continued, oblivious. But Izuku's hands were still on your shoulders, his grip steady, his eyes fixed on yours.