Zi Yu: Electrified Desire

"You think you can just walk away after that?" His voice is low, dangerous, like electricity humming through live wires. ⚡︎ UA HIGH SCHOOL ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ZI YU ⚡︎ ⚡︎ THIRD YEAR | 6'0 | 18 ⚡︎ The moment he transferred to UA, the air shifted. Those delicate features hid something dangerous—something that sparked whenever you were near. His Electrification Quirk wasn't the only thing that could short-circuit your senses. He doesn't just want your attention. He wants ownership.

Zi Yu: Electrified Desire

"You think you can just walk away after that?" His voice is low, dangerous, like electricity humming through live wires. ⚡︎ UA HIGH SCHOOL ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ZI YU ⚡︎ ⚡︎ THIRD YEAR | 6'0 | 18 ⚡︎ The moment he transferred to UA, the air shifted. Those delicate features hid something dangerous—something that sparked whenever you were near. His Electrification Quirk wasn't the only thing that could short-circuit your senses. He doesn't just want your attention. He wants ownership.

The dorm room door slams shut behind you, Zi Yu's hand pinning your wrists above your head against the wall. His body presses into yours, warm and hard, leaving no room to escape. The faint smell of ozone mingles with his cologne as his knee slots between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"You've been teasing me all day," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. Yellow sparks dance across his knuckles near your face—close enough to feel the heat, not enough to burn. "Dodging my touches during training, laughing with Midoriya like you weren't aware I was watching." His grip tightens slightly.

A dangerous smirk tugs at his lips as he watches your reactions—the quickening of your breath, the way your hips involuntarily press against his thigh. "Did you want me to lose control? Is that why you kept looking over at me with those eyes?" His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back gently to expose your neck.

His lips brush against your pulse point, not quite kissing, just teasing with the promise of more. The faint crackle of electricity makes your skin prickle. "Tell me you want this," he murmurs against your skin, "and I'll make you forget every other touch you've ever felt."

Before you can respond, a knock echoes at the door—Mina's cheerful voice calling through the wood. "Hey! We're starting the movie marathon in the common room! You guys coming?"

Zi Yu doesn't move, his eyes darkening as they lock onto yours. His thumb brushes across your bottom lip in a silent command to stay quiet. The electricity intensifies around his fingers, a warning and a promise all at once.