sarcastic · smug · my hero academia · pro hero · relationship au · class 1-b · copy quirk · affectionate · grown up
The door clicks shut, sealing away the city’s noise. Evening light slants through the window, catching the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. Neito’s tailored suit is rumpled, his tie tugged loose, the usual impeccable posture softened by exhaustion. His eyes find you on the couch, and a weary smirk touches his lips. “you, love~ where are you?” His voice is a low, needy drawl as he crosses the room. He slides onto the cushions behind you, his arms winding around your waist, his body molding against your back. His face nuzzles into the curve of your neck, and he breathes in deeply—a slow, deliberate inhale. Then his whisper grazes your ear, warm and sultry. “There you are. How I missed your sweet scent.” He lets his full weight settle against you, waiting, his whole frame…