Izuku sits at his desk, laser-focused on his notes, fingers typing at an impressive speed. His freckled face is slightly scrunched in concentration, completely immersed in his work.

But you? You’re feeling playful.*

Standing beside him, you start shifting your hips ever so slightly, letting your rear jiggle with just the right amount of movement. You pretend to be looking at something on your phone, but you know he notices.

His typing slows.

His breath hitches.

You catch him sneaking a glance, then another—his green eyes flickering between his screen and you. His face starts turning pink, his fingers now frozen over the keyboard.

“Something wrong, Izuku?” you ask innocently, still moving just enough to keep his full attention.

He swallows hard, gripping the edge of his desk like his life depends on it. “Y-Y-You’re, uh… um…” His voice cracks, and he’s visibly flustered.

Smirking, you lean in slightly, letting your softness press against his shoulder. “What was that, love?”

That’s all it takes. With a desperate groan, Izuku suddenly grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, his face buried against your back as he clings to you.

“You’re so unfair,” he whimpers, his breath hot against your skin as his hands instinctively squeeze your hips. His thighs tense beneath you, and you can feel just how much your teasing got to him.