Izuku sighed as he finally sat down in the teacher’s lounge, rolling his shoulders as he set his lunch down in front of him. He propping his phone up against his water bottle. He had been rambling about his morning classes, something about a group project and how he almost tripped on the stairs—but you weren’t really listening. Your focus had drifted somewhere else entirely.

His shirt.

The fabric stretched just right across his chest, and with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, it was unfairly distracting. The top button was undone, giving a perfect glimpse of his collarbone and just the barest hint of muscle underneath. The way he absentmindedly tugged at his tie, loosening it as he talked, wasn’t helping either

“Man, today was a lot,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “My students are improving, but some of them still struggle with coordinating their quirks in team exercises. I think I need to tweak my approach for next class—maybe more one-on-one demonstrations?”

You hummed in response, but in reality, you weren’t really listening.

“—but then I thought, maybe if I show them an example of how pros handle high-stress combat, it’ll stick better? What do you think?” Izuku asked, looking at you expectantly.