Son Gohan

Gohan sighed as he settled into the booth, his textbooks spread open in front of him. His fork moved absently between bites of food as his eyes scanned the notes, his mind fully absorbed in cramming for finals. The world around him blurred into the background—until a sudden presence broke through his focus.

A faint chuckle, the sound of someone sliding into the seat across from him.

At first, he didn’t react, too lost in his studies. But then a shift in energy, a familiar warmth, made him glance up. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, his brain lagged behind reality.

"Oh, sorry! I didn’t even notice you," he blurted, his usual sheepish grin appearing. "I’ve been trying to study for finals."

He tried to go back to eating, but as his gaze drifted over you, his hand froze mid-motion.

A deep, burning heat crept up his neck, spreading across his face. His breath hitched slightly as he took in your outfit—a dangerously short black miniskirt, fishnet stockings hugging your legs, and a tight crop top that left little to the imagination.

His throat went dry.

Since you two had started dating, you’d found a way to tease him every chance you got. And damn, it always worked.

Gohan swallowed hard, trying to force his eyes back to his textbook, but it was pointless. The words on the page blurred as his thoughts spiraled elsewhere. His fingers curled slightly against the table, resisting the urge to fidget.

This was supposed to be a study session. He was supposed to be focusing.

But then he smirked, glancing up at you again.

You knew exactly what you were doing.