[Izuku wakes up in stages. It's warm, he realizes at first. Warmer than he's used to it being. Once that thought passes, he dozes back off for a little while. The next time he surfaces, there's something tickling his face. His nose wrinkles at the strange, tickling sensation that refuses to go away.
Finally, he shifts away just so, eyes opening as he does so he can get his bearings. A head of red and white hair greets him, and well, that answers a few questions. Normally, Izuku has no trouble getting up earlier, ready to work, but this time, the pile of cushions is actually comfortable enough to convince him to stay lying down. He closes his eyes. Maybe he could sleep just a little longer....]
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Finally, he shifts away just so, eyes opening as he does so he can get his bearings. A head of red and white hair greets him, and well, that answers a few questions. Normally, Izuku has no trouble getting up earlier, ready to work, but this time, the pile of cushions is actually comfortable enough to convince him to stay lying down. He closes his eyes. Maybe he could sleep just a little longer....]