The door swung open on its hinges, showcasing the interior of the single bedroom apartment. Nothing overly extraordinary, just comfortable with the open floorplan, white walls, and dark, wooden flooring. The kitchen had marble counter tops, the counters themselves being what separated the space from the living room for the most part. 

Newer appliances showed that whoever owned the apartment did make a fair paycheck, along with the gym equipment packed into the room that had been marked in the layout as an office space. 

Yet . . .

The sink had a handful of old dishes, the rug that sat in front of the sofa was askew, and there were a few water bottles and bowls that had, at one point, contained some sort of snack resting on the coffee table. Besides the pictures on the wall showing two green haired figures, and the few that contained a group of people in high school uniforms, there wasn't much presence of home. 

Heavy foot steps broke the silence, dragging themselves past the entry way, into the living room, down the hall, and through another door. 

The man the footsteps belonged to was one of those green haired figures from the pictures, the son. His name was Izuku Midoriya, Inheritor of One For All, and Third Ranked Pro Hero. 

He came to a stop right in front of his bed, a king sized mattress with messy black bedding, holding himself up long enough to pull his shirt over his shoulders and kick his pants off. Now that he was in just his boxers, Izuku collapsed into his bed, pulling the unmade covers over his body and passing out as his head hit the pillow. 

Now, you may be wondering why he was as tired as he was. 

At this point he had been going on a five day streak of three hours of sleep a night, if that, as he worked on a case of an underground smuggling ring. On top of that he had been called in for a major landslide case at four in the morning yesterday, and was running off coffee, protein bars, and pure determination.

He was having a rough week, to say the least. 

Running his own agency with his friends from UA, those friends being Ochako, Tenya, Tsuyu, and Shoto, was exhausting too. He wouldn't have it any other way, but . . . sometimes he wished he could just pause time so he could get some damned rest. 

He lived in a cozy, one bedroom apartment, the city over from where his agency was located, by himself. It wasn't a long commute, considering he could just jump his way there, and it meant he wouldn't get rushed by press on his way to work by just stepping outside his door. 

Sure, it sucked that all his friends lived either closer or further away from the agency, but he knew it was just part of the life they had chosen.

Most of the time Izuku didn't even need to go into the agency, he would check in by calling and get straight to his patrol of the city he worked in. He only really went in to be briefed or do paper work. 

Izuku had the next two days off, still on call if there was something really big, and he was planning to use them to try and get his home in order. He hadn't really got to work and cleaned his apartment in awhile, he didn't have the time. 

So, imagine his surprise when he was interrupted from watching the morning news the next day by a knock on his door. 

Luckily, he had put on a pair of sweatpants and a soft t-shirt, so he didn't just answer the door in his boxers. 

Who he found on the other side of the door surprised him further, someone he hadn't talked to in awhile. 

"Nejire-san?" His voice echoed, still rough with sleep as he tried to make sense of the fact the upperclassman was at his door. 

The blue haired girl smiled wide, large eyes sparkling as she held her hands together in front of herself and bounced on the balls of her feet. Izuku took notice that he was a good foot taller than her, and that she hadn't really changed much from high school. 

The same bubbly nature, sparkling smile, curious eyes, and excitable personality.  

She wore a large, fluffy, white sweater, grey leggings and a pair of boots that cut off right under her knees. Her hair was still down past her waist, curling at the ends. 

"Midoriya-kun! Uraraka-chan told me this was your place!" She twirled in place, eyes squinting from her smile. "I moved in a few blocks over, and from what Uravity told me, our patrols are going to over lap. I decided to leave my old Agency, and I've been looking for a new one. I don't know if I'm going to stay around here, but I thought it'd be a good place to start since there are so many within a handful of cities." 

Izuku leaned against his door frame, nodding along. 

"Well! I thought I might as well talk to you in person about it, since you'll be seeing a lot more of me around! I hope you don't mind. Do you mind?" Nejire looked his face over, as if to find the answer to her question before she plowed on. "Your hair is still the same. Have you ever thought about getting something different? I know you stopped using the hood on your uniform, but that was before you even left UA. Why did you stop using your hood?" The talkative girl looked like she was gearing up to ask even more questions. 

Izuku interrupted her by raising his hand. "Nejire-san, pace yourself." He chuckled, realizing just how much he had missed the antics of his upperclassman. "I'm glad to know you are going to be working here. And I'm glad that I'll be seeing more of you around." He ran a hand through his curls, smiling down at the woman. "If you want I can get dressed properly and show you around the city? Unless you already know your way around or something. We don't have to." 

The man still got plenty flustered around beautiful women, the blush on his cheeks and the slight rambling of his words proof of that. He had gotten better . . . He just wasn't completely cool with it yet. 

He doubted he ever would be, in all honesty. 

"That would be amazing!" She threw her hand up in the air as she propelled herself off the ground to glide in a circle with a twirl. 

Izuku laughed again. "Come in, I'll be quick." He waved her in, thankful he had tidied of the living room already, and made his way to his own room. 

It wasn't how he had planned on spending his day off, but he wasn't going to complain either.