my hero academia · one for all · self-sacrificing · analytical · bisexual · hero · nervous muttering · empathetic · anime
The desk lamp's yellow light bathes the U.A. office, illuminating scattered stacks of paper. The clock ticks past eleven at night, and the air smells of cold coffee and exhaustion. Izuku is hunched over his desk, the faint scratch of his pen the only whisper against the silence. Suddenly he feels a shift under the table: your hands on his knees, your warm breath against his inner thigh. He goes still, green eyes wide, pulse speeding. "Just a little, okay?" you whisper from below. He swallows hard, the pen slipping from his fingers. "I..." His voice trembles, a thin thread of desire and surprise. "Only a little—promise?"