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“Knock, knock!” Ochako calls as she leans against the door frame. Izuku’s room is crammed with half-packed boxes and a few duffle bags. The stack of notebooks on his bed precariously leans towards the floor. A few full trash bags lean against his desk. The whole room looks barren from the utter lack of All Might merchandise.
“Hey,” Izuku replies, popping up from the other side of his bed. He stands, but stumbles on a fallen notebook. Ochako snickers at his grunt of pain and slides delicately into the room.
“Need any help?”
Izuku frees himself from the floor. “You’re not busy?”
“Nope, the girls are all done.” Ochako floats the trash bags out into the hall. “I got too antsy to play cards.”
He huffs, picking up the notebook and putting it back on the bed. “I get why. I’m usually not this late when packing things.”
She hops up onto the desk, pushing a duffel out of the way. “Everybody can’t help but drag their feet, huh?”
“Aren’t you done?” He smiles, starting to shove notebooks in the bag next to her.
Ochako obligingly holds it open. “I think that’s more Yaomomo’s vice president cred than anything.”
“Poor Tenya, he’s going to freak out once his brother makes them take a break.” He hefts the large notebook filled bag on top of a box. “It is kinda nice doing this unsupervised, though.”
“Oh?”
He scratches the back of his head. “It’s like saying goodbye, in a way. We won’t be able to live like this anymore, like right next door. We’ll have jobs, work, classes, and family...”
Pausing, he starts to take off the blankets on the bed. "It’s great but—"
Ochako understands, of course. After they leave the dorms it’s going to be so different. Izuku will be getting his teaching credentials and working on the few charities he collaborated with All Might about. She’ll be working on the Quirk Counseling project, which means classes, research, and developing an agency as a hub. That’s not even taking into account where they’re going to live or how much money they need to save.
It’s just a lot, even if she wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if it means long stretches of not seeing each other.
She leans forward and he stops, blankets falling back to the bed.
“It’ll be hard, but we can make it work,” Ochako says. She slides her hand in his, keeping her pinky up, and squeezes. “I’m not letting you go, you know.”
“I never thought you would,” he says, squeezing back.