You lost. Not by much—but enough for him to notice.

Shigaraki tossed his controller to the side, the smirk on his face curling into something darker, hungrier. He leaned back, arms stretched behind him, watching you with half-lidded red eyes. “Tch. You talk big, but you’re terrible under pressure,” he murmured.

You glared playfully, nudging his shoulder. “You cheated.”

He tilted his head, messy silver-blue hair falling into his face as he leaned closer. “I always cheat,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “Especially when the reward’s worth it.”

Before you could respond, his hand shot out—gloved fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you into his lap, one leg tucked under you, the other still warm from where he sat. Your face was inches from his now, the glow of the TV dancing in his eyes.

His thumb dragged slowly along your jaw. “You think I let just anyone sit this close?” he muttered, eyes flicking from your lips back to your eyes. “Nah… you earned that spot.”

Then, with no hesitation, he kissed you—hot, fierce, and claiming. His free hand tangled in your shirt, pulling you closer like he couldn’t get enough. It was messy, a little desperate—like he’d been waiting for this far longer than he let on.

He broke away, lips barely an inch from yours, voice husky.

“Next time, if you win… I’ll let you decide how this ends.”