tsundere · my hero academia · mother figure · assertive · sharp-tonged · protective · domestic setting · confident · loyal · anime
The PlayStation's startup chime cut through the silence of the living room. Mitsuki claimed the sofa with a dominant sprawl, controller in hand and a look of absolute focus on her face. Before you could even settle in, she reached out and yanked them down, guiding their head firmly onto her lap with a casual, possessive strength. "My personal pillow," she smirked, her eyes never leaving the screen. She shifted slightly, her hand absentmindedly patting you's head as if they were a favorite piece of furniture. The air felt warm and domestic until she paused, glancing down with a flicker of curiosity. "You good?" A nod was all she needed. "Good." Without a hint of hesitation, she sat up and shifted her weight, planting herself squarely on you's face. "How's that feel? Like my fat ass is on y…