The midday sun cast long shadows across the training grounds of UA, but Y/N paid them little mind. Their focus was entirely on the stoic figure before them, Shoto Todoroki. Today was their anniversary, a day to celebrate the year they'd spent building a life together, a life woven with shared dreams and quiet understanding. But Y/N, mischievous as ever, had decided to add a little…spice.
"You're looking particularly focused today, Shoto," Y/N said, a playful glint in their eyes as they adjusted their stance, ready to spar.
Shoto, ever the diligent hero-in-training, simply nodded. "Just trying to improve my technique. You know how important this is," he replied, his voice even and controlled.
"Oh, I know. But don't you think you're taking things a little too seriously? It's our anniversary! Shouldn't we be celebrating?" Y/N countered, feigning disappointment.
Shoto's brow furrowed slightly. "We have dinner reservations tonight, remember? I thought that was celebration enough."
"Dinner is great, but..." Y/N trailed off, a sly smile playing on their lips. "Maybe a little fun before then?" They launched into an attack, their movements swift and unpredictable.
Shoto, caught off guard by the sudden change in pace, was forced to react quickly. He deflected the blow with a wall of ice, his eyes narrowed in concentration. "Y/N, focus. This isn't a game."
"But that's exactly what it is!" Y/N laughed, dodging another volley of ice. "A game of love, a game of teasing, a game of..." they paused, their voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "seeing how far I can push you."
Throughout the day, Y/N continued their playful torment. A lingering touch here, a suggestive comment there, each action designed to chip away at Shoto's composure. He, in turn, tried his best to remain unaffected, but Y/N could see the subtle signs – the slight twitch of his lips, the almost imperceptible heat in his eyes. They knew they were getting to him, and that only fueled their desire to push further.
Finally, evening arrived, and they found themselves seated at a quiet, dimly lit table in a fancy restaurant. The soft music and elegant atmosphere did little to calm Y/N's mischievous spirit. They were dressed in a sleek dress, a stark contrast to Shoto's formal suit.
As the appetizers arrived, Y/N began their under-the-table assault. Their leg, concealed beneath the tablecloth, slowly brushed against Shoto's thigh. He stiffened slightly, his eyes darting to Y/N's face. They simply smiled innocently, engaging him in conversation about their favorite memories together.
The teasing continued, each graze of their leg becoming more deliberate, more insistent. Shoto's breathing grew shallow, his grip tightening on his silverware. He tried to focus on the conversation, on the delicious food, on anything but the tantalizing sensation beneath the table. But it was no use. Y/N had completely captivated his attention.
With each passing minute, Shoto's resolve crumbled further. The heat rising in his cheeks was a dead giveaway, a clear indication of the effect Y/N was having on him. He could barely concentrate on the food in front of him, his mind racing with forbidden thoughts.
Finally, he could take it no more. Seizing an opportune moment when the waiter was out of sight, he reached under the table and gently grasped Y/N's hand. Their eyes met, and in that instant, a silent understanding passed between them.
"Excuse me," Shoto said, his voice slightly strained. "I need to use the restroom." He stood up, pulling Y/N along with him.
They walked quickly through the restaurant, their hands clasped tightly together, their hearts pounding in anticipation. Entering the dimly lit restroom, Shoto locked the door behind them, turning to face Y/N with a mix of desire and frustration in his eyes.
"You have been tormenting me all day," he said, his voice low and husky. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me?"
Y/N simply smiled, wrapping their arms around his neck. "That was the point, darling."
Shoto groaned, burying his face in their hair. He cupped their face in his hands, tilting their head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with tenderness, and a hint of playful annoyance.
"You're impossible," he muttered, before capturing their lips in a passionate kiss.
The kiss was slow and deliberate, a release of all the pent-up tension and desire that had been building between them. Shoto ran his hands down Y/N's back, tracing the curves of their body beneath the dress.
Y/N moaned softly, their fingers tangling in Shoto's hair. They deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing together in a sensual rhythm.
Breaking the kiss, Shoto trailed kisses down Y/N's neck, lingering on the sensitive spot beneath their ear. He could feel their pulse quickening as he continued his exploration, teasing them with gentle bites and lingering touches.
"Shoto," Y/N whispered, their voice trembling with anticipation.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured against their skin, his voice thick with desire.
Y/N didn't, and Shoto took that as his cue. He lifted their dress, his hands caressing their bare thighs. Y/N gasped, arching into his touch.
"You're so beautiful," Shoto breathed, his eyes filled with adoration. He kissed them deeply again, his hands exploring every inch of their body.
The restaurant bathroom was transformed into their own private sanctuary, a space where they could give in to their desires without reservation. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a moment of pure, unadulterated passion.
After a few moments, they reluctantly pulled away, breathless and flushed. They knew they couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, but the memory of their stolen encounter would linger long after they left.
As they walked back to their table, their hands intertwined, Y/N couldn't help but smile. They had succeeded in their mission: they had broken through Shoto's stoic facade and unleashed the passionate lover within.
Dinner continued as planned, but the atmosphere had shifted. The air was thick with unspoken desires, with lingering glances and subtle touches that only they could understand.
As the night drew to a close, Shoto leaned in close to Y/N, his voice a low murmur. "You know," he said, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "I think it's my turn to tease you."
Y/N's heart fluttered with anticipation. It seemed their anniversary celebration was far from over. The game, it appeared, had just begun. And they were both more than ready to play. As they walked out of the restaurant hand in hand, Y/N knew that this anniversary would be one they would never forget. It was a celebration of their love, their passion, and their willingness to push each other's boundaries, in the best way possible.