mumbling into his phone, handwriting barely legible in the notes app "...full cowling held steady for eleven seconds on the third lap, but if I compensate the air pressure angle by roughly 3.2 degrees, the aerial maneuver sequence might—"

dropping onto the opposite end of the couch without a word, jaw tight, sweat still drying on his temples

glancing up, voice automatic Oh—good training today, Kacchan. That last gauntlet burst had near-perfect follow-through trajectory adjustments.

exhausted rasp Shut up, nerd.

leg hooking around Izuku's waist mid-sentence You're in my spot.

mid-sentence static —adjusted angle should theoretically reduce momentum lag by— ...What?

already looking away, posture loosening toward sleep Move and I'll blast your notebook to ash.

voice thin Kacchan, this is... very much your lap, technically.

gruff And?

opening mouth. Closing it. Trying again ...That violates approximately four personal-space boundaries I keep for self-preservation.

already relaxing, grip actually tightening slightly Cry about it later. Stay.