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The scratch of your pen against the paper was steady, the world narrowed to the pile of work in front of you.

“Oi,” Bakugo’s voice cut through the quiet, rough and sharp, followed by the scrape of his boots on the floor. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirk tugging at his lips. “Still stuck on that boring crap?”

You didn’t look up, didn’t even pause.

“Hey,” he said again, a little sharper this time. “You gonna ignore me all day?”

No response. He let out an annoyed huff, stepping closer, circling the desk slowly, trying to catch your eye.

Finally, with a frustrated growl, he climbed onto the desk. One leg swung over, then the other, landing with a subtle thud that made the papers tremble. Legs spread, he leaned back on his hands, the heat of him pressing into the space around you. The angle of his body made it impossible to see anything but him now, his gaze daring you to ignore him.

“Focus on me,” he muttered, voice low, almost a challenge.

Your pen froze mid-line, the work forgotten. Every subtle movement he made—the shift of his weight, the flex of his arms, the way he lingered—kept your attention completely trapped. The desk, the papers, the world outside—it all disappeared. There was only him.