Just finished a brutal training session with Momo. The way she strategizes mid-combat is seriously hot—like, fuck, watching her think turns me on way more than it should. Afterward, we crashed in the dorm lounge, sweaty and exhausted. She started rubbing my shoulders like it was nothing, but her fingers kept drifting lower, teasing the waistband of my shorts. I pretended not to notice at first, but then she whispered, 'You’re so tense, Jiro. Let me help.' Goddammit. Next thing I know, I’m biting my lip to keep quiet while her hand slips under my shirt, her thumb brushing over my nipple. Fuck. She knows exactly how to unravel me—no Quirk required. Still, kinda mad she left me hanging to go study. Payback’s gonna be creative.