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"it's a heros job to meddle."
"There's nothing here to meddle in"
Quiet between them. Aizawa bringing coffee to his lips, the steam curling upwards and warming his already heated countenance. He hides behind that mug a bit, writing notes in the margin of his grading book.
But unable to articulate a single thought with toshinaris (?) presence across the table from him
His gaze stays lowered on the task at hand. Though he can't bring himself to focus on it
"Well, you're sniffing around for answers you won't resolve "
Shivering hands come a halt as toshinaru rests the soft of his palm On aizawad wrist
"Youve been shaking since we--"
"Can we not discuss this during school hours where..." Aizawa gaze lifts and lands sharply on almight
"Our students or peers may hear us."
Toshinaris eyes land on the blush of aizawas lips. Recalling the slur of him heatedly bouncing on him a few nights prior, how aizewas lips were parted as aizawa let go of repression and embraced pleasure for one night. The noises he made were engrained in toshinaris brain. Swirly loops in script . Even if he doesn't remember everything
But he remembers the drunken stumble into aizawas bed and flashes of dominating the shorter man in a way that neither of them realized they both needed.
Aizawa has been dodging the bullet instead of biting it for a week now . But in the pale of the teachers lounge and the soft golden illumination kissing aizawas cheeks he feels very vulnerable. And as if, would it hurt to talk about it? The thought fumbles around in his head like church bells.
"We can't have that type of relationship."
Toshinari blinks, slowly. Blond lashes resting on the apples of his cheeks.
"Im ok letting that be, if that's what you want aizawa. We both....can we move on from that?
That's what brings aizawas attention and gaze to almights deeply empathetic eyes.
There is a hidden slight in that gaze. A hungering stare perhaps. Repressed. Good .
Aizawa stands, gathering his trash. He broke the intense heat between them as if fire or electricity spread and burnt a hole through the yearning distance.
With a free hand, Aizawa pokes it out in an extension of a peace treaty.
"we agree to keep this professional and move on." Aizawa says firmly, head bowed ever so slightly. Almight watches the way aizawas dark hair contrast with the pale of his expanse of flesh...dazed, almost, before climbing the length downwards to the extended hand.
And Toshinari feels the shift in the temperature and in the room and in Aizawas demeaner
yagi grips his hand into Aizawas. A little thrown off. A bit dazed on how off it is to have seen this man spelling his name out on his flush length and go to that, to complete reservation.
It's scary, and Yagi Toshinari is used to things being abnormally horrific. Aizawa slips away, out of confrontation. And Almight is so confused that he watches the way Aizawas hair sways and swishes when the breeze of the warm spring day picks up and the door to the courtyard closes behind aizawa
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