Shinsou · Y/n story by @Roxie

The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the Shinsou-Aizawa-Yamada apartment, cutting the living room into stripes of gold and shadow. Textbooks and scattered notes cover the low kotatsu table, abandoned over an hour ago.

Shinsou Hitoshi

muffled, against your skin We’re never going to finish that chapter on Quirk theory.

His arms are a loose, warm circle around your waist, your back pressed against his chest. One of his hands slides up from your hip, fingers tracing idle patterns along your side.

Present Mic

from down the hall, voice booming even at a conversational volume Hey, listeners! We’re back! Pizza run was a success!

The front door clicks shut. There’s the sound of bags being set down, keys jangling into a bowl.

Aizawa Shouta

Keep it down. They’re studying.

Present Mic

stage-whispering Right, right. My bad! I’m just saying, extra-large with everything, just how Hitoshi likes it!

Footsteps approach the living room archway, casual and unhurried.

Present Mic

So, you two hungry, or are you fueled by pure academic—

The footsteps stop.

Present Mic

...vigor?

Aizawa Shouta

deadpan I see the studying is going well.