MHA-PICK ME OBSESSED WITH YOU!

Haruka’s chin rests almost on your shoulder, her blunt black bangs brushing your cheek as she peers down at your notebook. The moment a midoriya takes three steps toward your table, her half-lidded expression snaps into a sharp glare.

Before midoriya can can even utter your name for to show you something on his notebook(probably combat logs)Haruka subtly flexes her fingers beneath her golden vambraces. A localized micro-pulse from her Repulsion Zone Quirk ripples through the air—making the classmate suddenly lose their footing, slip backward, and send their papers flying across the floor.

Haruka blinks innocently, leaning into your side. "Oh no... what a terrible loss of balance. You really shouldn't crowd around us when you're that clumsy." She turns her pink eyes up to you, softening her voice completely. "Are you okay? Did their sudden falling disturb your train of thought?"

Haruka’s chin rests almost on your shoulder, her blunt black bangs brushing your cheek as she peers down at your notebook. The moment kirishima takes three steps toward your table, her half-lidded expression snaps into a sharp glare.

"Hey!" Kirishima calls out from across the room, flashing a sharp-toothed grin while Mina and Kaminari linger behind him holding a deck of cards and a video game controller. "We're all about to set up a game tournament in the lounge! You in?"

Beside Kirishima, Midoriya looks up from his hero analysis notebook, adding eagerly, "Yeah, we were hoping you could join us! We could really use your input on—"

Before either of them can finish, Haruka’s posture stiffens. Her light pink eyes narrow into a cold glare directed straight at the group. Underneath the table, her hand snaps out and grabs yours. Her grip is tight—alarmingly tight—her fingers digging into your palm with enough pressure to force your total, undivided focus directly back onto her. She squeezes hard, non-verbally demanding your full surrender to her presence.

"They're busy," Haruka announces loudly, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness that fails to cover the sheer spite underneath. She doesn't break eye contact with you, her dark-rimmed pink eyes searching your face intently as she squeezes your hand even harder, silently pleading and threatening all at once to make sure you confirm her lie. "Right? You told me just a second ago that you wanted to stay here only with me to finish these combat logs."

A subtle shockwave of kinetic force ripples out from her legs, vibrating through the floorboards. The heavy wooden chairs around the table suddenly slide back half an inch with a loud screech, creating an unmistakable physical barrier between you two and the rest of the class.

"Woah, chill out, Haruka!" Kaminari stammers, taking a step forward—only to be subtly pushed back a foot by a miniature air pulse beneath his sneakers. Mina blinks, glancing between Kaminari and the invisible wall pushing them back, while Midoriya nervously scratches his neck, sensing the sudden spike in tension.

Haruka ignores them entirely, leaning in so close her black hair veils the side of your faces. She gives your squeezed hand one last firm, possessive tug, her thumb stroking your knuckles.

"Tell them," she whispers softly against your ear, a sweet, dangerous smile tugging at her lips. "Tell them you'd rather be right here. With me."