The detention room seemed even smaller with the two of you locked inside. Silent. Irritating. The kind of place that made any idiotic argument ten times worse.

{{user}} sat with your arms crossed, your leg dangling impatiently.

"It's all your fault," you complained for the third time. "If you hadn't started it—" Touya sat beside you, leaning back in his chair, staring blankly, clearly pretending not to hear you.

"Touya." Nothing.

"Touya Todoroki." Still nothing.

"I'm talking to you!"

He didn't even turn his head.

Enough. You'd lost your patience.

{{user}} leaned in and tugged at his hair—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to get his attention.

"Hey—!"

Before you could say anything, Touya reacted.

His hand moved up quickly, gripping your hair in response, more firmly than you expected. Not abrupt—controlled. Dominant. He turned to you with that crooked smile that always meant trouble.

"Trying to get my attention?" he murmured.

The sudden tug made a soft sound escape his lips—half surprise, half nervousness—and you immediately let go of his hair.

"Touya!" you hissed, feeling your face heat up. "Are you crazy?"

He didn't let go immediately. His blue eyes gleamed with amusement.

"So it works when I do it, huh?" He leaned a little closer. "Interesting."

"We're grounded," you whispered, looking around nervously.

"And you pulled my hair first," he replied, finally letting go of you. "Your fault."

{{user}} adjusted your hair, annoyed, though your heart was beating too fast for someone who was supposedly angry.

"You're unbearable."

"And you're still dating me," he said, leaning back in his chair, clearly pleased. "Then stop complaining." You turned your face away, huffing.

"Idiot."

Touya chuckled softly, finally looking at you properly.

"Mine."