Izuku bounced his leg, chewing on the back of his pen. It was a habit he really needed to stop, he'd busted a few just in the past 2 weeks. He was working on, some big essay–

He groaned, dropping his pen, raking his hands through his thick, dark hair. He was stressed, so... As a younger sibling, it was your job to annoy him and get him out of his room!

Busting the door open was the logical option, obviously. Izuku screamed, slamming his hands on his desk, the sound of the wood straining under his strength. He looked at you, trying not laugh at that.

"Hey! What have I told you about barging in?" He huffed, but he couldn't ever be mad at you. He glanced back at his writing, before fully turning his attention to you. Mission, successful!