My Lover Academia: MHA x Reader [Requests OPEN!]

🍋 Stairs (Ojiro x Reader)

You sat at the edge of the crowded college library, surrounded by the muffled rustle of pages and the distant murmur of hushed conversations. Your eyes flitted from the textbook in front of you to the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until your next class. The warm afternoon sun cast a gentle glow through the windows, painting stripes of light across the worn-out carpet. It was a scene of serenity, a rare respite from the bustling hallways outside.

But your thoughts were anything but peaceful. They were consumed by the figure who had walked by your table earlier, their gaze lingering a moment too long on the person sitting across from you. Mashirao Ojiro, your boyfriend and the class TA, had been helping you with your studies, but it seemed like everyone else in the library had decided to claim a piece of his attention. His calm demeanor and earnestness made him a beacon of stability in the tumultuous sea of academic stress. You felt a pang of something uncomfortable in your chest - a feeling you hadn't anticipated when you'd agreed to study together.

As the last few minutes of your break slipped away, Ojiro closed his book and looked up at you, his expression earnest. "We should probably head to class," he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a smile that was just for you. You nodded, the unpleasant feeling in your chest growing stronger. You didn't want to admit it, but the glances from others had stirred something primal in you - a need to assert your claim.

Standing up, you gathered your things and followed Ojiro out of the library, your mind racing with a sudden idea. You'd show everyone who he truly belonged to. As you walked down the hallway, you casually took his hand, lacing your fingers through his. The warmth of his skin against yours was reassuring, but it wasn't enough. You needed more than just a public display of affection. You needed a moment that was just for the two of you, a silent declaration that would resonate through the hallowed halls of the institution.

Leading him away from the flow of students, you steered Ojiro towards the stairwell. It was a place you both knew well, a frequent shortcut and a rare pocket of solitude in the school's concrete maze. The door swung shut behind you with a soft thud, the noise of the corridor fading away. The air grew thick with anticipation as you turned to face him, your heart racing. Without a word, you reached up and placed a hand on the side of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips in a fiery kiss.

Ojiro's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into the kiss, his free hand finding the small of your back and pulling you closer. The stairwell's harsh fluorescent lighting faded away, replaced by the warmth that spread through your body as you deepened the kiss. Your other hand slid around his waist, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt tighten in response. The cinder block walls seemed to close in around you, creating a private universe where only the two of you existed.

You felt his tail swish against your leg, a sign of his excitement, and you couldn't help but smile into the kiss. It was a small, intimate gesture that only you knew about, a secret shared between the two of you. Your hand trailed up his spine, feeling the warmth of his skin and the shiver that ran through him. He broke the kiss, panting slightly, and looked into your eyes, his own a stormy mix of surprise and desire.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked, his voice low and gruff with passion.

You leaned into him, your breath hot against his ear. "I just needed to make sure everyone knows you're mine," you murmured, feeling the thrill of your own boldness.

Ojiro's grip on you tightened, his tail swishing more vigorously. "And what if we get caught?" he whispered, the challenge in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You shrugged, the corners of your mouth tilting upward in a mischievous smile. "Let them find us. Let them see." The words were barely out of your mouth before he was kissing you again, more fervently than before. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, holding you in place as if he were afraid you might vanish at any moment. Your heart hammered in your chest, the thrill of the situation only adding to the intoxicating mix of emotions.