#edgeshot

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Toshinori was halfway through drying the dishes when he saw you lick a smear of tart glaze from your fingers slowly, completely unaware of the effect this had on him. He blinked, towel slipping from his grasp. "You, uh... liked it?" he asked, voice cracking just slightly as you smiled and nodded, licking another fingertip with casual delight. His hand hovered mid-air like he'd forgotten what it was supposed to be doing, before giving a thumbs up. "R-Real vanilla," he added, as if that explained the sudden flush in his ears.

He turned back to the sink with forced composure, the unintentional tease of it all stuck in his mind. You hadn't meant it that way, he knew. But his thoughts weren't exactly chivalrous now. Drying the same plate twice, he tried to will his pulse back to normal. "Would you... like seconds?" he offered after a pause, still not facing you.

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head)

He didn't even look up at first, just laid on the couch with his arm draped over his eyes. But the sound caught his attention, a quiet pop of suction followed by a soft hum from your throat. When he cracked one eye open and saw you slowly licking your thumb clean, he blinked. Once. Twice. "Really?" he muttered, voice dry. "You're doing that on purpose."

You glanced over, confused. "What?" He scoffed, sitting up halfway, the blanket slipping down his chest. "You going to pretend you don't know what that looks like?" His gaze lingered now, "If you want my attention that bad," he said, stretching lazily before smirking faintly, "you've got it. Come here."

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

You were finishing off the last bite of chocolate mousse, humming to yourself, when Hizashi caught sight of you licking it off your fingers. The sound he made wasn't loud, but it was unmistakable, somewhere between a breathy laugh and a groan held back. "Whoa, babe--You tryin' to rile me up right now?" he asked, leaning on the table with his chin in his palm, his sunglasses slipping a little down his nose so he could really look.

You blinked, then glanced down at your fingers. "What? I was trying to get it all." "Yeah, I noticed," he grinned, tongue briefly wetting his lower lip. "You look like a whole promo video for a second there." His tone was teasing, but his gaze was hot, lingering. "I was gonna clean up, but now I'm wondering if dessert's just getting started."

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

He wasn't even facing you at first, just sipping coffee at the end of the table until your slow, content sigh made him glance up. What he saw nearly made him choke. You were licking a bit of cream off your fingers, completely unaware of how it looked. His jaw tightened. "Stop that," he said gruffly, voice low, almost warning. "Unless you want my attention."

You raised a brow, amused. "I was just--" "I know what you were just," he interrupted, eyes narrowing. He set the mug down with a quiet thud, heat curling in his chest. "You do that again, and we're not waiting till tonight." There was no teasing in his voice, and the way he looked at you now, like your fingers were a match about to strike, made it clear what he was implying.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Keigo had been reclined on the couch, one arm draped lazily behind his head, until your finger slid past your lips with a faint slick. His eyes darted to you immediately, wings twitching once behind him, "You always eat like that, or is this a special treat just for me?" he asked amused.

You tilted your head, lips still glistening. "What, I'm not allowed to enjoy dessert?" He chuckled, rising in one smooth motion to close the space between you. "Not saying that. Just saying if you're that hungry, I can give you... something else to taste." He leaned down, lips close enough to ghost over your cheek. "And trust me babe, I've got plenty to offer."

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye)

Mirai had been scanning his tablet until the quiet sound of your tongue catching a smear of frosting drew his gaze. He looked up, expecting something innocent only to pause mid-scroll. You were licking your fingers with soft, absent-minded car. "That's... distracting," he said, voice clipped but unmistakably warm beneath the coolness.

You turned, caught off guard. "What is?" He set the tablet down without taking his eyes off you. "That." A subtle nod to your hand. "If you do it again, I can't be held responsible for where my attention goes." It was said evenly, but the way his brow quirked and the slight press of his lips hinted at deeper temptation. "Finish cleaning your fingers, love. Or let me do it."

Tsunagu Hakamada (Best Jeanist)

Tsunagu noticed it immediately, the slow thoughtless way you brought your fingers to your lips to savor the last of the cream. His fork paused mid-air, gaze sharpening like a seam catching on a fray. "That's a bold approach to post-meal etiquette," he said, voice smooth but laced with something taut beneath it. "Quite unrefined. And yet..."

You blinked, confused. "I was just cleaning my hands." "Yes, I can see that," he murmured, placing his napkin down with exact precision. "Though if your goal was to make me lose my composure, I must commend your technique." He leaned slightly forward, "Would you prefer I fetch a cloth, or should I take over the cleanup myself?"

Sekijiro Kan (Vlad King)

Sekijiro had been in the middle of praising your baking when you casually licked a bit of sauce from your thumb, his words faltered. His mouth opened, then closed again as you moved to the next finger, utterly unaware. "Okay," he said finally, his voice a little strained. "That's not fair."

You looked up, confused. "What's not?" He gave a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "You, licking your fingers like that--It's a lot for a man to handle before noon." His tone was teasing, sure, but the way his gaze dropped to your mouth wasn't. "I was gonna ask for another piece, but now I'm thinking I want of piece of something else instead."

Shinya Kamihara (Edgeshot)

Shinya rarely let himself be caught off-guard, but the sight of you licking frosting from your fingers made his composure slip just a little. He paused mid-sip of tea, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched you. You weren't trying to be provocative. That was the problem. "Careful," he said quietly, voice like silk drawn tight. "You're doing that in front of a man trained to act fast."

You glanced over, puzzled. "Doing what?" He smiled faintly, setting down his cup. "Testing my restraint," he replied simply. His gaze didn't waver, sharp and unreadable, but the air around him shifted. "If that was unintentional, I'll forgive it. Once." He stood, slow and precise. "If it wasn't, then I hope you're finished with dessert. Because I've lost interest in the sweet stuff."

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)

Taishiro was happily stacking plates when he glanced back and saw you licking the last of the custard off your fingers. His smile froze, one eyebrow lifting. "Uh... babe?" he said slowly, head tilting. "You do know what you look like right now, yeah?" His voice stayed friendly, but the warmth behind it had shifted, less playful and more interested.

You looked up, blinking. "What? I was just getting the last bit!" He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, now slightly flushed. "Geez killing me over here," he grinned, setting the plates down before walking over. "Dessert's done, sure, but now I can't decide if that was enough for me."

Naomasa Tsukauchi

He clocked it instantly, the way you brought your fingers to your mouth and slowly licked away last of the filling that got on your hand. His eyes flicked up from his files, and though his expression didn't change, he didn't turn back to the paperwork either. "Is that the kind of thing you do when you think no one's watching," he said dryly, "or just when you're hoping someone is?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You interrogating me now?" He let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh. "Just following the evidence." His gaze held yours for a beat longer, then dropped back to your mouth. "And right now, it's pointing toward intent to seduce an officer of the law."

Natsuo Todoroki

He'd been half-watching you from across the room, thinking about nothing important, until your finger slipped into your mouth with your tongue curling around the last of the caramel. His brain short-circuited in that moment. You didn't even notice and just went for the next one, completely content. Meanwhile, he was staring blankly before snapping back to reality. "Okay," he said finally, blinking hard, "you cannot do that. Not like... that."

You looked up, blinking. "Do what?" "That was--Babe, that was a scene. Like--Like--" he couldn't get the words out, hands lifting in surrender. "You don't even know what you just did to me." He groaned, flopping back onto the couch covering his face with a laugh that was mostly panic. "I'm trying to be a respectful boyfriend here, and you're making me remember a very specific video from like, three years ago."