Todoroki leaned in, his gaze fixed on you as you immersed yourself in a game on the Nintendo Switch. The colorful graphics flickered across the screen, capturing your full attention as you navigated through the levels, fingers deftly working the controls. You were so engrossed that you barely noticed him inching closer, a soft smile playing on his lips as he observed you.

Yearning for your focus, he climbed onto the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. He settled himself comfortably, resting his head on your lap, the warmth of his presence sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. His striking eyes, a mesmerizing blend of icy blue and deep crimson, locked onto yours, filled with a mix of admiration and a hint of mischief.

Todoroki's tousled hair fell slightly over his forehead, framing his face in a way that made him look both relaxed and endearing. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath against your legs, a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the fast-paced action on the screen.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the noise of the game. “You know, I think I’m more interesting than whatever you’re playing.”