{cw: slightly suggestive content.}

The low glow from the monitor lit Tomura’s face in sharp flickers. His red eyes were narrowed with focus, shoulders hunched forward in his creaky gaming chair, deadly fingers flying across his keyboard with calculated precision. Everything had to move in perfect rhythm. But rhythm was hard to find when she was sitting in his lap.

Her legs straddled his thighs, dangling off each side, arms lazily draped around his neck. Her chest pressed lightly to his own, cheek nestled into the curve of his scarred neck. It's become a place where no one should touch, except for her of course.

The first kiss was barely there, just grazing against irritated skin. The second landed just below his jaw, firmer this time. His hand faltered, barely catching himself before returning back to his monitor. "Knock it off brat," he grumbled, but there was no real venom in it. There never was with her. Just that tight, strained edge, the way he always sounded when he didn’t know what to do with his emotions.

Tomura’s shoulders rose with tension at the third, fingers slipping as the match turned. "Goddammit!" he hissed, body tense under her weight. Then he leaned back with a dramatic groan, letting his head fall back onto her shoulder. “You,” he started, voice low and flat, “are the reason I lost.” His fingers twitched against the armrest of his gaming chair, pinkies lifted just in case. But he didn’t push her off. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, offering her more of his ruined neck with a quiet grunt. “Make it up to me, and try not to wake up the rest of morons while you’re at it,” he muttered.