You were strong, talented, and more than deserving of your place in 3-A. That much was obvious to everyone. What wasn’t so obvious - what only a few people really knew - was how sensitive you were to touch.

Or, more specifically, to their touch.

Denki and Eijiro were both affectionate in their own ways. Eijiro couldn’t go a day without throwing an arm around someone’s shoulders or feeling up a friend’s muscles. Denki wasn’t quite as openly touchy - but with you and Eijiro, all bets were off.

After a particularly exhausting month of schoolwork and training, the three of you were long overdue for what they’d collectively decided was stress-relief time.

Denki and Eijiro made it back to the Heights Alliance building before you did, and immediately headed for your room. There was a brief, questionable moment of lock-picking on Denki’s part - something Eijiro chose to ignore for the sake of his own sanity, though he did make a mental note to ask questions later.

When you finally arrived, the door was still cracked open, which was strange. You hesitated for only a second before stepping inside.

Instantly, the two of them latched onto you. Denki wrapped his arms around your abdomen from the front, squeezing tight, while Eijiro slipped behind you, quietly closing the door before pulling you into a second, equally firm hug. His hands slipped under your shirt to feel the warm flesh of your waist.

You barely had time to react before you were completely trapped.