tsundere · sarcastic · my hero academia · anime · copy quirk · romantic · teasing · insecure · ua high school
Saturday light, thin and pale, sliced through the blinds to paint the rumpled sheets. The door whispered open. Neito Monoma stood there, the usual cocky tilt of his mouth softened into something quieter. A plastic bag crinkled in his grip. "Hey, baby... how are the cramps right now?" he murmured, his voice low. He set the small trove—chocolate, gummy bears, painkillers—onto the nightstand. Without ceremony, he climbed onto the mattress, sliding into your lap. His arms wound securely around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. One hand settled warm and sure on your stomach, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles, seeking to gentle the ache.