"oh, shit!" You laugh lightly, taking over your headphones and leaving then around your neck as Jack comes in the room. "Jack, you scared me"
"didn't mean to" He mumbles against your hair, placing soft kisses and taking off your headphones for you, watching the pause menu of your game. You sigh into his touch, not really blaming him for barging in when you have been stuck on this boss for what seems like hours. "now, who is this man and why is he bothering you? want me to beat him up?"
"nah I got it. Just need to upgrade my tools." you say, wrapping your arms around his torso, breathing him in.
his eyebrows shoot up, his head now on your shoulder as his hands try to wrap around you, with little success as your gaming chair prevents him.
"tools?... are you going to get out your stethoscope to do an evaluation on him?" he jokes, and smiles when you roll your eyes as he turns your chair around to face him. You can't even pretend to be annoyed, you were the one who had been holed up in your room to play video games, while he finished up his yoga. Your eyes trace over his attire, soft navy blue pajamas that he had changed into after a quick shower. You furrow your eyebrows in mischief as you watch him try and analyze the screen in front of you both. A light bulb goes off on your head as you realise this is all foreign to him. You get up from your seat, and hand over your controller.
"alright old man, time for me to teach you something" you say, standing up "finally" you add after, mumbling, as a joke for the fact that you seemed to be the one being taught everything in this relationship.
Jack disagrees. "you teach me something everyday just by being with me." He says as he disobeys your command, standing tall together with you now. His hands find your waist as he kisses you softly, and you giggle at his sweetness.
"flattery will get you no where mister. Prepare to have a fight to the death." You giggle, and push him down to sit on your chair. He laughs softly, fingers brushing over your controller.
"this is a requirement to spend time with my girlfriend?"
"afraid so."
you place the headphones over his ears, and it's comical the way his eyes widen at the feeling. You position the microphone away from his face and hook it to the controller, music immediately playing into your boyfriend's ears.
"okay, now to explain the basics."
"this is catchy. Your ears dont get uncomfortable with these on?"
another laugh. "no, they are literally designed for long wear"
his eyebrows raise and a fake scoff escapes him. " forgive me for being so foolish."
he pretends to not understand a single thing you explain about the controls, but you know Jack. His jokes, his teasing, it's all working in his favor when it's time to show off. He is secretly cataloging everything you say to pull it back in case he forgets something, or he gets confused.
Either way, its cute when your rambling. Confused lore or not, he likes listening to you.
"square for attack, and L2 to harpoon away or to the enemy-"
"L? There are letters to this now?"
"it's for left. There are also three R buttons on the right side."
his fingers turn the controller around to examine the four buttons in the back. "i only see four. Where are Left 3 and Right 3?"
you laugh loudly. "dont we all wonder."
once he gets the basics down, (and you throw him into another area without a boss to mess around) he asks about the lore of the game.
"so, has he done me wrong? am I looking for vengeance?"
"no, he actually is putting up a performance. It's very grande."
a pause. "is my character against theater? Do I not support this dying art?"
"well, he did kind of challenge you to come and face him on stage. As a final performance since he thinks the world is about to end."
jack whistles lowly. "that's alot to unpack."
"not really. This is how most bugs work in this game. very dramatic."
another pause. This time you get thrown a look of disbelief. "you mean to tell me these are all bugs? In your spare time, you, whom I once caught crying because you stepped on a spider, are playing a game where you murder bugs for their need to express themselves artistically?"
you throw your hands up in the air, feeling accused. "that was one time! and I think you're taking this entire situation in the wrong way. I doubt he will even die in the end!"
"yeah but you hope it."
"okay, if you're going to turn my game into a physoanalysis, I am banning you from it."
he jerks away when you reach for the controller. "no, no, I find this quite amusing really. And besides he tried to kill you first, so it's only fair I kill him in the end. Tit for tat."
you cross your arms over your chest. "you won't accuse me of suppressing art?"
jack laughs like he was already planning on doing just that. "I guess I will have to see for myself what kind of art we are talking about."
sixteen tries later and a very confused Jack, he gives up. His eyes could barely keep up with the performance that his enemy was throwing, much less actually avoid the hits. You end up back into your first position, with you in the chair and him dragging another one right next to you to watch and learn. You end up chatting about his questions about the lore.
"so, she's half spider and half worm?"
"half weaver and half wyrm. It's a bit more complicated that that. Basically in the previous game there was the soul system, whereas this one its- YES MOTHERFUCKER!! I BEAT HIM!!"
turns out not being laser focused in on every pixel on the screen did help you, because finally the boss was crumbling away piece by piece. You get up from your chair to parade for a second, before dropping back down, taking off your headphones and ushering your character to a bench to save. Jack does not speak, afraid to ruin your moment. You turn off the console and turn towards Jack. He is staring at you, (when is he not?) with those big brown eyes that make you melt. His hand is on your thigh and you lean in to kiss him sweetly on the lips with his cheeks in your palms.
"baby, I won!" You whisper shout into him.
"I couldn't be prouder sweetheart" He mumbles as well, trailing his lips to peck your cheeks, nose and even forehead.
"okay! I've got enough screen time for today"
Jack tilts his head to the side, his fingers grazing your cheeks. "and what now? since the bad guy is defeated?"
you smirk and lean into him. "how about you show me the beneficials of yoga?"
he smiles lightly, taken aback clearly but used to your antics. "the naked kind?"
"always."
-
a/n: lmaoo I think it's pretty obvious which game i'm referring to, but I got this idea while stuck on tobio in silksong. I feel like some of my best work is when I don't try too hard to think of a concept. hope you enjoy, likes and reblogs are always welcome!
thanks for everyone who liked and reposted! Im glad people liked it lol. Hope you like the second part as well!
Shota Aizawa x reader
warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, female reader, broken hero! Aizawa, age difference, mention of prosthetic limbs, mentions of past mha trauma, pro hero! reader, kind of excluded from pro hero society Aizawa, head (female receiving), multiple orgasms, Aizawa is insecure, mentions of unfair treatment within the media, mentions of bakudeku, kirimina, denki x jirou...
"Mina this is itchy."
"It means that it's working, fucking crybaby."
You sigh as you plop down on the back of the couch you were currently sitting on. You are thankful that your best friend has the tendency to splurge on literally anything that can be bought online, because this is an extremely comfy couch. Your hands reach for the straw of the pina colada you were nursing, and you try not to grimace as the face mask you have on nearly slides off in the motion.
"you better not let my face mask go to waste, (name)." Mina threatens you, side eyeing you as she sips on her own drink on the other end of the couch.
You were currently in her apartment, the only light source being provided by the humongous television she has on her wall. She had pestered you that she needed a girl's night in, watching love island and eating junk food. The room was covered in hues of purple and pink as the show showed the girl's getting ready, and Mina shakes with frustration.
"I want to put on pretty dresses and meet up with cute guys too! Instead I get every fucking imbecile online to send me dick pics on my professional account." She grumbles, eating a chip loudly. She slurps on her drink which makes you wince, and you watch her from the corner of your eye mysteriously.
"Weren't you complaining that the last two guys you were with had small dicks?" Ochako chimes in, her voice muffled by the pop-corn she had taken hostage the moment she had arrived. She was sitting cross legged on the floor, munching instead of watching with you two.
Mina is taken aback and throws an arm in the air "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Just saying man, at least when receiving a dick pic you can determine whether they are worthy of your time or not." You giggle, and miss a pillow she throws your way.
"Ignore her, (name), this is her way of telling us she wants to text Kirishima again." Ochako chuckles and yelps when Mina stands up on her couch.
"Don't mention that name again! I would rather skin the bastard than text him! No, no, no that would be a new low!"
"Hey, that's my friend you're talking about."
"Shut up, Katsuki," You all say in unison, and giggle when he rolls his eyes at you. Ever since he and Midoriya had become a thing, he seemed to be a lot more forgiving with everybody.
"Ugh, I can't! When is Jiro gonna come with more alcohol?" Mina grumbles and falls back unto the couch. You wince.
"oooh, uh actually she is not coming. Emergency at the Jiro and Denki company."
Mina throws her hands in the air. "fucking fantastic! I literally asked for one girls night, she glances at Bakugou, plus Katsuki and my friend is ditching me for her boyfriend."
"sorry we're not good enough" Bakugou says as he continues to watch Love island, legs spread on the purple carpet Mina had picked out. He munches on the second bowl of pop-corn with his bangs out of his face and a face mask adoring his features.
"Speaking of boyfriends, how did your date go, (name)?" Ochako asks and suddenly all eyes are on you.
"oh right! You seemed pretty mad after it too." Mina adds.
You glance up from your pina colada and gulp. You were terrible at keeping secrets from your friends. You were lucky enough that up until this point nobody asked you about that night, or else they would already know about the fiasko with Aizawa. You glance up and look at everyone once before your eyes drop back to your drink, your hands fiddling the straw.
"Oh, y'know, he kept talking about the beneficials of having children with other powerful quirk users and I just bailed on him after he started mentioning how we both were in our 'reproductive prime'". You say in one go and finish up your drink. You stand up and grab the empty glasses of pina colada. "More drinks? I will go make them now. After I take off this fucking thing off my face."
"fucking cunt." Mina whispers at your remark and watches you as you walk towards the kitchen. You think you have gotten away with your little adventure at your school, but to your luck, Bakugou speaks.
"Y'know, Izuku mentioned something about the school's need to strengthen it's anti-quirk barriers." He says, and you freeze as you were pouring alcohol into the glasses.
"oh yeah, how come?" Ochako asks.
"Apparently there was a 'teleportation incident' the other day." He turns to look at you with his red eyes piercing your scared face. "Aizawa mentioned it."
Instantly, the room grew cold.
Your breath hitched as you were pouring the mixture into the glasses, avoiding eye-contact. Mina's jaw was on the floor and Ochako was staring mid-bite with wide eyes on the floor. Bakugou chew on a piece of pop-corn and turned around to face you.
"Any idea who could it be, (name)?" He asked, slightly smirking.
"you fucking asshole." You say, looking at him, when Mina stood up.
"YOU TELEPORTED INTO THE SCHOOL TO MEET WITH AIZAWA?!" She sreaked, face mask falling from her face and Ochako gripped the bowl harder than she was before.
"YOU USED YOUR QUIRK TO GET INTO OUR OLD SCHOOL??!!" She yelled right after, and you tore out the face mask off to use your facial expressions.
"I didn't go there just to meet him! He happened to be there! And- and I don't know! I just wanted to get some clear air and I thought of how much fun we had in class- i don't know!" You yell, face gripping your hair as you crouched into the floor.
"Wait, does this mean something happened between you two?" Mina aska, as she rounded the couch to make it to you. She gripped your shoulders and made you rise to your feet, dragging you all the way back to the couch. "alright. I will ignore the fact that you hid this from us, but you gotta spill."
You sigh, plopping down on the couch to explain everything that transpired. The entire interaction, the flirting, his erection, the almost-kiss. Everything.
Everybody's jaw is on the floor by the time you are done. You are holding a pillow tightly against your tummy, your fingers tracing the design on it.
"And then I kinda stormed off. And that was it. I haven't heard anything from him, he hasn't heard anything from me."
"okay, whoah." Ochako exclaims, now laying down on the floor with her hands on her eyes, to make sure she is picturing everything exactly as you are describing it. "you told him, this isn't over? What the fuck does that mean?"
"That they are going to have sex!" Mina yells, and is shut down when Katsuki throws her a death glare. "what, man? It's obvious that she wants him, and it's obvious that he wants her, otherwise he wouldn't have put up with her flirting."
"He put up a boundary, Mina." Katsuki says, way too calm than whatever you were used to.
"boundary?-" she says and you stop her.
"no, wait, let's hear him out. What do you mean by boundary?"
"(name), he was our sensei." He says and you feel your irritation starting to bubble up. Nevertheless, you let him continue. "And I don't mean that it is his sole reason for refusing to do anything with you, considering there was no kind of predatory behaviour when you were his student-"
"exactly!-"
"but." He cuts Mina off and stares at you. "the media doesn't know that. And the media always has a way to find stuff out. Think of it this way, you two end up having sex like the two consenting adults that you are. Maybe you develop feelings for one another, maybe you don't. Either way now officially exists history between you. And history makes you awkward, and not fun to be around. And when two pros end up having history, the media always finds out." He stops for a minute to understand your expression. "and they always, always twist the story around. And not in a good way."
"wow. That was a lot to unpack." Ochako says. "Did Midoriya teach you to speak so nicely?"
"No, he taught me how gay sex works-"
"alright, that's enough." Mina says. "How are you feeling pretty?" She says as she rubs your thigh up and down in an attempt to soothe you.
"like fucking shit." You admit and look at Katsuki in the eye. "this isn't just anyone, y'know? I would really like it if something happened between us, even just for one night. Maybe then I would finally get over this stupid crush. This fucking sucks!" You sigh, and hide your face between your palms. Ochako and Mina stare at each other, knowing better than anyone how long you have felt these feelings towards your ex sensei.
Katsuki sighs. "believe me, I know." He says and you know he means it. Even when the two of you got close only after the events of the war, you trusted him with the secret of your feelings. He was more than understanding, knowing what it feels like to like someone you are not supposed to have.
Ochako sighs when she realizes her predicament. You, with your everlasting crush on your teacher, Mina who is still stuck on her ex, and Katsuki who is basically star stuck on his phone when his boyfriend texts him.
She sighs. "I will go get more alcohol."
-
"Hey, sensei, got a sec?" Izuku Midoriya asks as he walks into the classroom.
Aizawa sighs as he gestures him to come in. "what is it this time, kid?"
"oh, I just needed your signature on a field trip I'm trying to prepare for the kids. Do you mind?" He asks innocently, already sliding the piece of paper his way.
Having just finished the school day, Shota Aizawa is beyond tired. His eye bags are reaching his chin, it feels like, and he is yawning every two seconds. He wants nothing more than to pull out his sleeping bag and collapse on the floor, or better yet, go home where he can lie down in peace, take off his prosthetic and feel comfortable again. The warm summer breeze that engulfs the classroom doesn't help keep away the daydreams of his bed as he reaches for a pen in his drawer. It's times of the day much like this one where time itself seems to have stopped. The school is almost empty by now, all the other teachers having left already- he is surprised Midoriya is still around at this hour.
Didn't he want to spend time with his friends? His boyfriend? His boyfriend's friend?
He shakes the thought out of his mind, something that catches Izuku's attention.
"Um, actually sensei, there is something I wanted to ask you."
"I told you not to call me that anymore." Aizawa says, in an attempt to appear cool and collected when he is anything but. His hand almost freezes on the paper. Midoriya never made a prologue before asking a question, usually the words would fall out of his mouth before his brain could catch up with the fact that he was even speaking to begin with. This is concerning behaviour.
Did Midoriya know?
"I was wondering, with the hero license exam coming up, if you were interested in introducing our students to some bigger challenges? I have some pros in mind that wouldn't mind coming in and helping out with the training simulations-"
'Oh, yeah, That is more than alright." Aizawa states before even registering what the younger teacher was saying. Relief washing over him as Izuku's eyes widened and his smile with.
"Oh, that's amazing! I will let (hero's name) know!" He exclaims and pretty much skips out of the classroom, pulse rising as he holds for dear life the piece of paper he didn't even need Aizawa's signature on. Internally giving himself a pat on the back for accomplishing what he wanted to.
Aizawa's relief is washed away, like a tide coming and taking away the sand castle you had spend hours on as a kid. His pulse picked up and his skin flushed at the mention of your hero name, the simple words being enough to leave him breathless as he remembers the sweet aroma you had when you almost kissed him, the sultry look in your eyes when you told him you wanted him. He gulped as he felt his cock in his pants, and mentally cusses himself out for being so easy.
Jesus fuck Shota. You are way too old for this shit.
He wills his erection away with a couple of deep breaths and memories of All Might to really make sure any kind of arousal leaves his body. He stares at the ceiling, as if god himself will come down on earth to help him out. It's one day, he thinks to himself. Maybe you won't even agree to it. Maybe you will be busy,
perhaps on a date.
Jealousy rushes over his entire body very suddenly at the thought, pooling at his gut and making him feel nausea at the thought of you flirting with another man when you were practically drooling over him. He brings up one hand to rub his face in an attempt to bring some logic in him, but he fails. He feels the ugly emotion cursing through his veins and over his head, replacing his brain's filter with rose colored glasses that make everything seem unreasonable. Pictures of you he had seen on the internet appear in his mind's eye; being touchy with other men, laughing, giggling, staring at them with those eyes of yours.
God, those eyes of yours.
It seemed that now that Shota has had a taste of you, it is simply not enough to quench his thirst. You appear everywhere he doesn't want you to be: his mind, his thoughts, his students mouths, his colleagues mouths,
his dreams.
Numerous times over the past couple of days he was woken up from a dream, sweaty and breathing heavily, cock rock hard and leaking pre-cum, begging for a taste of your sweet pussy.
And it could happen. Realistically speaking, he could find someone to satisfy him. But it wouldn't be you. If he was going to commit the crime, shouldn't it be worth it? Shouldn't he go all the way?
He lets out a deep breath, all might, think of all might, think of all might....
-
On the school's exit Izuku sits and waits for Katsuki to pick him up, something the blonde had insisted was absolutely necessary. Izuku can't shake the excitement off his chest, feeling much too proud of his accomplishment already.
He had known about your crush back in school, but it was nothing compared to catching his ex-teacher reading articles about your love life seven years later. After a simple observation over the course of the weeks that followed he had come to the conclusion: the feeling was mutual.
Well, seven years later, but whatever. He wasn't gonna let this golden opportunity to waste just because the meet-cute wasn't exactly cute, or age appropriate. You were both consenting adults now and nothing weird had happened during your years under his wing, so- win-win.
So when Aizawa had stormed in one day in the teacher's meeting, claiming that he had caught some petty criminal teleporting inside the building, he was certain it was you. Because petty criminals wouldn't get the seasoned pro so worked up. And petty criminals don't have the skill to overcome walls upon walls of quirk limitation that UA had put up to stop this exact kind of this from transpiring. Therefore, he knew he had to get busy. Letting his boyfriend know was job number 1. Firstly there was no way he was going to keep his mouth shut, and secondly there was no way you wouldn't keep your mouth had something happened. And oh boy did something happen.
Once Katsuki arrives, Izuku climbs in the passenger seat, giggling to himself as he waits patiently to announce to his boyfriend that no, he didn't keep his promise of staying out of your business, and yes he already knew that Aizawa had a thing for you when he had caught from the corner of his eye that the elder would read articles about you. After he announces these things, Katsuki almost swerves the car to kill himself, knowing that it would be either him or you who gets the job done after what Izuku did.
"It's been seven years, Kachaan. And the media always talks, no matter what you do." He says, utterly unbothered by the existential crisis Bakugou was going through.
"Her career-"
'Will be fine. My students have been showing me all the thirst edits that people make about Aizawa. Either (name) will become his controversially young girlfriend, or someone else will attempt it." Without luck of course, but that's a detail Izuku keeps to himself. He laughs when he catches Bakugou's expression in the driver's seat. "Besides, she's got us to back her up. And by us I mean our media trained employees. Not you who screamed at a child because he threw his ice cream cone on the ground."
Bakugou shrugs. "Fucking brat. If it wanted chocolate it should have said it."
"He, Kachaan, not it."
"Yeah, yeah, after she finds out what you have done, I will become an it because she will rip out my balls."
"Well let's hope that doesn't happen."
-
"You fucking what? Why the fuck would you even recommend me?" You scream into the phone, thankfully inside your own home, or else you would be tomorrow's front page news with your potty mouth.
Midoriya winces. "Please, this is extremely important for them! They need to be a bit more seasoned to be able to pass- and I don't want them to fail!"
"Izuku, why out of all people, do you want me to be the one to train your students? Can't Katsuki do it?" You sigh, oven mitt in hand as you close the furnace and lay your tray on the stove. Great. You burned your bread.
"All the simulations are similar to his fighting style, but it is important for them to know that not all fight can be done head first- you're the only one who can actually sneak up on them and take them out of the field!"
"Okay, but why?-"
"You owe me."
That makes you pause. The gears in your head turn at a great velocity as you are about to bite back, but you close your mouth instead.
You do owe him.
Back in your school days, where he -like the gentleman he was- took the blame for a broken wall you had accidently caused. Said he was trying out something with his quirk, because you were already three detentions deep to take another hit. Fucking shit, now you have to do it.
"(name)? You still there?"
You sigh. "Yeah, yeah I'm here. And I'll do the fucking thing. Since no one else is able to."
You can hear the smile in his voice. "Great! I will send you an email with the details later on. Bye!"
You curse yourself out, mentally and physically as Izuku hangs up the phone. You let your head fall back, fake crying into the ceiling with your shoulders shaking and all.
Two weeks ago you were thinking of where to vacation on the two weeks you would have off during the autumn. Now you were seriously considering announcing to the media that you will resign from being a pro. How on earth did you end up in this predicament?
None of this shit makes sense, you think to yourself, and you do not mean the burned bread you were staring daggers into. It's like the universe's way of telling you that you're fucked, no matter how you put it.
Fine, if it is to be this way, so be it. You can handle it. You have handled a whole lot worse things than maintaining a stupid crush, like hostage situations, or active gun fire. Almost dying in the middle of the battle field as well.
This is a piece of cake.
-
Well, fuck this.
If this were a piece of cake, it would be those god-awful vegan ones you bite into because you thought were chocolate, only to realise that they are not once you start chewing.
The training part was fine, downright manageable by all aspects. The students were more capable than you would think, only needing a couple of attempts to take you down all together. You didn't even let your pride get in the way once defeated; they had come up with such a good plan that you were honoured to be a part of their training.
It was only after training when a student had suddenly collapsed and had to move to the medical bay. Apparently -like his teacher- he had pushed his limits one too many times, resulting in him fainting from overdrive. Midoriya had been kind enough, escorting him towards medical and offering to keep him company while the rest of the students get cleaned up. All go that resulting in you being left in a dingy old classroom to fill out a report.
Medical reports assessing the situation in which the student was injured during school hours. A bunch of fancy bullcrap that UA had added to avoid being seen as neglecting after the crap your classmates had to put up with all these years ago. What would be deemed 'unnecessary' back then was now considered bare minimum in ensuring student safety. It doesn't help with the hatred you have accumulated over the years for the school; it sits below your ribcage, simmering beneath years of therapy that had helped you understand everything that had transpired, and how it wasn't your fault. To say you were frustrated would be an understanding.
And if that wasn't enough, filling out these reports meant you were stuck in a suffocatingly small room with Aizawa. The one person you had fought tooth and nail to avoid while being here.
You sit on one side of the room, pen in hand as you check off the boxes in front of you. Aizawa sits in the other, already having finished the report and glancing at you every now and then, to make sure you are filling it out properly. He can detect the anger that you're feeling from miles away, imagining what your internal monologue must sound like right now.
What bothers you most is how cool he seems to be by your proximity. Here now in this poor conditioned 'incident report' room (as he had called it), before during your introduction to the students were he had stated how capable you are as a pro, during training where he watched you actively fight. He hadn't made one comment, he hadn't given you one look, not even a glance just to make sure you weren't hallucination the tension the two of you had the previous time you were together.
But; it makes sense.
If there was thing Shota Aizawa was good at, it was maintaining his professionalism no matter the circumstance. You remember it in the sports festival, how he managed to de-escalate a situation without raising his voice once. You notice it in the interviews, how he gives such intriguing answers that the reporter can't even try to rage-bait him. He was a mystery to be solved for sure,
were you so wrong in assuming that you had solved him?
"Seriously? Why is there a box that asks if I did it on purpose?" You mutter to yourself, grunting as you aggressively check 'no'.
"How would we know your motives, (name)?'
You don't miss a beat. "What other motive would I have other than educational enrichment, sensei?"
Instantly, the atmosphere shifted. You lifted your head up to look at him, really look at him, not those half-assed glances you kept throwing his way. He remained still in his seat, his muscular thighs draped one over the other , his arms crossed right above them. He was out of his hero suit which was a surprise, instead wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of tactical pants. Your eyes roam over his figure as his bore into your own. He doesn't speak for a moment, and you think you have gotten away with your little comment as you glance down on the half written report. Most of the boxes were covered in aggressive scribbles, and as you finally turn to the last page, your stomach drops to your ass as it requires at least two paragraphs worth of explanation in writing.
"Need help with that?"
Before you can even answer, he is already walking towards you. Dragging a chair next to you he sits, his broad frame doing little to calm down your heart. You can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with his deodorant from the proximity, and feel your panties growing wetter by the second. His biceps flex as he reaches over to take the report from your hands, his own (way bigger and thicker than your own) fingers grazing the pages as he turned them. His eyebrows furrow as he analyzes the scribbles you have left all over the pages, and you swear you see a small smirk appear.
Dammit, now is not the time to be reminded of how attracted you are to him!
-
Shota can hear the internal dialogue you are currently having in your head as he sits down next to you. He can see the way your eyes flicker to his bicep, how your cheeks fill with color as you take in his appearance. Your eyebrows crinkle because you are so deep in thought, probably arguing with yourself. His own mind is replaying the conversation from before that he had with Midoriya.
"I will go with him. You stay behind and finish the incident reports."
"you sure, kid? I don't mind-"
"Oh, but I do. " Midoriya had said, already having made the decision. He had sent his remaining students to their classroom, and it was just them in the hallway.
"I hear that B5 is available by the way, if you need some privacy to get them done." He adds.
Shota freezes for a minute. B5 was the only classroom in the building that was unused by everyone. It's camera system was down. "why would I need privacy, kid?"
"Oh, y'know. Usually everybody has to fill out a report. Even the involved heroes." Midoriya says with a small smile. He turns and walks away, leaving Aizawa speechless in the hallway.
Now Shota was left here, with you, knowing that Midoriya knows. And if he had known and wasn't against it, doesn't that mean that he is free to go?
No, Shota. Control yourself.
Truth is that ever since that fateful encounter with you, Shota had been trying to come up with some kind of excuse, some kind of reasoning as to why this isn't such a bad idea. He had worked his brain into overdrive, trying to think of any possible solution that would allow him to have you. Nevertheless now, as he gets to look at you, and smell you and almost feel you, it seemed like time was running out for him.
Either he figured something out, or he would be forced to.
-
You are annoyed, and bothered.
Aizawa keeps looking at the fucking report like it will answer some kind of life changing question he seems to have. His eyes keep scanning the pages, over and over and over again.
You finally snap. "are you going to help, or just look at it?"
He looks at you. "You realize we can't use this, right? You need to be truthful in it." He says, gripping the paper.
Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the accusation. Your skin was too hot, your suit suddenly too tight, your mouth too dry, and now you were accused of lying on a official report?
"what the fuck are you talking about?" You yell, getting up from your seat, as if it will make up for how small you feel next to him. You can't be sitting down right now. Your skin is on fire and you need something to extinguish it.
"You checked that it was unavoidable, when it was completely so." He says, utterly unbothered by your theatrics.
"That's because it was! How was I supposed to know that he would collapse because of quirk overdrive?"
"Maybe if you hadn't given a speech about surpassing your limits, he wouldn't have gone into overdrive. He would have stopped when he knew it was all he could handle."
"Or maybe you could do your job, and make sure your students are following correct role models, and not you."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
He has stood up as well now, your chests heaving and your breaths mingling by the proximity. He is close, too close but you don't seem to care. Not when you have a point to prove.
"It means, that all you do is overwork yourself to the fucking bone. You don't eat, you don't sleep, how are they supposed to become better when they are being taught by you? How are you supposed to teach them healthy boundaries and limitations when you yourself don't have them?"
"You think I don't limit myself?" He growls, and all you can see are his eyes. The tension is rising, your heartbeat is reaching you ear drums but you don't care. Arguing with him is like a drug; you can't get enough of the fact that your words are affecting him so much. Right now all that exists are you and him, and you are planning on keeping it that way.
"Well, do you?" Your voice comes out breathless.
He laughs, a low evil laugh that tells you he doesn't find this funny.
"If I didn't limit myself, right now you would be bend over with your panties in your mouth. So nobody could hear us."
You breath hitches in your throat. Your head is dizzy at the thought of it and heat instantly reaches your cheeks.
"or better yet, I would shove my cock in your mouth to keep you quiet, after I fuck the attitude out of you." His hands sit on his hips, like he is discipling you,
You scoff, the fire in your belly evolving into fireworks at your bravery for speaking. "You're all fucking talk."
This is it, you think. He is going to back up at the last minute like last time and leave you dry and hanging. You can taste the disappointment in your mouth as you watch him closely.
But this time, Aizawa doesn't leave. He doesn't back up at the last minute, and doesn't leave you dry and hanging. Instead, his hands grip your hips, his mouth slots against yours, his chest pressing into yours as he kisses you.
You would think you were dreaming, if you didn't feel him actively bite down on your bottom lip, causing you to whine into his mouth. Your own hands tracing everything you can reach; starting from his cheeks downwards on his neck and then his broad shoulders, tracing the same pattern back up as you try to keep up his pace.
The kiss starts off as downright brutal, his lips unforgiving and his tongue seems desperate to make a replica or your mouth, because fucking hell you have never been kissed like this. Like it is the last thing Shota will feel before he dies, like he wants to makes sure to remember every last detail of your mouth against his. You gasp and you moan and he eats it all up, swallowing any sounds you make greedily.
His own hands start to roam too, going down your hips and over your ass, giving it a small squeeze that makes you moan into his mouth. When you finally part, a small string of saliva connects your lips together, and he holds your cheek with his palm to make you look at him.
And god if he isn't a sight to behold. Lips pink and swollen, covered in spit, eyes hungry and pupils so damn big you can barely see red. You are certain you look just as destroyed as he is.
"Tell me you want this." He asks, low and breathless as he holds you close, squeezing your hips as if begging you to actually want him.
"I want you."
"good." He says, and his mouth is on you again. He brings his arms behind your knees and forces your legs to leave the ground as he picks you up, maneuvering you how he wants before setting you down on the teacher's desk, lips not seperating as he does.
You fail in biting down a whine as he let's go only for a moment, but a spark lights up in your gut when you realize it was to unzip your costume. You help him with it and toe it off together with your boots, now being in just your sports bra and panties, which were practically useless considering just how wet you were.
He takes a moment to look at you, breaths uneven and you watch his cock practically jump in his pants. God, if you could see it with his pants on you can't imagine what it's like with them off.
"Hope you are not having a heart attack because you're seeing a girl naked, Shota."
"I'm not that old."
He kisses you, but this time only momentarily because his lips start going south; he sucks at your neck, before biting down on it, leaving marks along the way. He takes a pause over your breasts.
"Aren't you uncomfortable with this thing on? Heard these are a bitch."
"Yeah, but they're helpful. Wouldn't want me walking around with my tits out, would you?" You say, and remove the sports bra in an awkward fashion like everyone does.
Shota doesn't seem to mind. "Definitely not." he says, eyes trained on your perked nipples. He is standing between your legs as he takes off his shirt, the muscle beneath it making you lose your breath. His chest and abs are littered with scars from all these years sacrificing his body to help others. Some scars are bigger than others, some have a rougher texture as you feel them out with your palms. All of them look insanely beautiful you; a reminder of everything he has done, everything he has survived.
Before he gets to say some self-degrading joke like the ones you're used to, you swallow your shyness to speak.
"Jesus fucking christ you are so hot."
Shota's cheeks blush, and even his ears turn pink as he looks at you. To think that you, the most beautiful woman he has even laid eyes upon is admiring him like some greek statue; yeah. That's certainly an ego boost. You look at all of his scars like they are beauty marks, your hands ghosting over his happy trail as you follow one that starts at his right rib.
In an attempt to appear unfazed by your comment and your touches, he kisses you again, his hands gripping your breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers. He relishes in your moans as he does so, and once he feels you grinding down on his clothed erection, he has to bite down his own sounds.
He parts from the kiss, breathing heavily as you continue to grind down, and he swears if you keep this up he will come in his pants. So, in true 'avoidant' fashion he hooks his fingers over your panties, causing you to stop momentarily, and tugs down.
You are so wet, it's practically dripping. The fabric does little to conceal your arousal as it clings unto it when Aizawa tries to remove it. His breath hitches when yours does, the cool air hitting your pussy and making your suck in your stomach for a second.
The sight is one that would make any man fall to his knees. Your pussy is so pretty, Aizawa thinks his heart is going to beat out of his chest, he watches the prettiest hue of pink absolutely gush and gush as you seem to be getting wetter by the second. Your whines pull him out of his trance as his hands are on you once more.
"Sh-shota..." You whine, fingers grazing his pecs. Aizawa grips your wrist, and lowers your hand instead to your pussy.
"Touch yourself. I want to see how you do it."
"huh?" Your eyebrows furrow, confused but you listen to him nonetheless, utterly drunk by his kisses and his touch that your mind seems to have no reason to defy him when he seems to be giving you what you've wanted for the longest time.
You middle finger dips into your entrance, coating it with your juices, and you start to make slow circles on your clit. Your mouth falls open in an 'oh', and Shota watches, completely entranced as you try to make yourself come. You keep a steady pace, knowing what makes you feel good better than anyone else that has ever touched you, better than anyone that got to have you. He lets you work for it for a couple of seconds, but stops you as soon as he notices your thighs shaking. You mumble out a couple of whines, grasping at his hands that were gripping your wrists, before he drops to his knees, leg be dammed, and looks up at you.
and suddenly his tongue dips in your entrance, and he takes a looong lick all the way up to your clit. You moan loudly, fingers gripping his scalp as he works to get you to come on his mouth. His lips close in your clit and suck, before letting go and slurping at your cunt. The room is filled with the noises your cunt makes, and you blush at just how wet you seem to be getting. Your head rolls back, chest heaving as Shota keeps on making the same small circles that you were making not too long ago on your poor clit. The feeling is electrifying, making your breath come out in sharp gasps and your toes curl, and you don't seem to need much more to come.
"Shota- fuck, I'm gonna cum-!" You whisper, more to yourself than him, as if to warn yourself that it's gonna be big.
"mhm" he mutters on your cunt, hands gripping unto your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs. He doesn't change the pace of his tongue, since this seems to be working for you he keeps on at it, determined to taste your cum on his mouth. He is breathing through his nose -if he is even breathing at that pace- , his cock twitching in his pants at your pretty sounds.
seconds later you let out a gasp, and a high oh! as you're cumming all over him. Your thighs trembling as you do so, you have half the mind to bring one hand up to cover your mouth as you moan loudly. You half remember the fact that you're inside UA, in a classroom, with somebody you're not supposed to be here with.
as you come down from your high, you have to whine and tug at Shota's hair for him to release you from his grasp. You instantly kiss him when he comes up, tasting yourself on his tongue when he breaks the kiss.
"why the fuck did you do that?" he asks, voice low and causing your belly to warm up and your already fucked up breath hitch.
"wh-what?" you mumble, voice straining from all the yelling earlier.
Aizawa looks at you for just a moment longer, before gripping your ass and pulling you towards him, making you yelp as your bare ass is dragged against the wooden desk. One of his hands release you to tug on his belt, unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his pants. You are stuck; looking at him and admiring his physique, internally hyping yourself up because your dreams are finally coming true.
and boy, if this wasn't better than any dream you've ever had of him.
"let's get one thing straight before I fuck you through this desk."
He lets his pants fall down, not bothering to separate himself from you to actually remove them. His cock is practically ripping his briefs apart as it struggles to stay contained by the sheer size of it. You can make out the tip, and it's so much fucking pre-cum had leaked through that you can't help but wonder just how much does this guy cum?
and is it bad that you want him to fill you up with it?
your mind is hazy from your orgasm, or at least that's what you tell yourself to seem less desperate in this situation. Truth is you are so drunk by the feeling of him that post-orgasm or not your brain is repeating the same mantra over and over again- please touch him again.
"you are going to scream while I make you come on my cock, and I don't fucking care if anyone hears you. They will deal with me, got it?" He says and all you can do is stare at him, wide eyed with your mouth hanging open as small breaths leave you. He takes your chin in his pointer and thumb, his lips grazing yours.
"say you understand."
you nod, very subtle and the look in his eyes tell you it's not enough, "i understand."
"good girl"
he lets go of your chin, and tugs down at his briefs. His cock springs free, and you gawk at the sight.
he is big, but not only that he is thick. Pretty veins running down the shaft, with a pretty pink tip to make it the most pretty cock you have ever seen. His balls sit heavy bellow and oh boy if your previous wish were to come true you're certain you would be filled to the fucking brim.
taking your silence the wrong way when all it really was was admiration, Shota stops and looks at you, palm cupping your cheek. "we can stop if that's what you want."
If that doesn't just make your heart melt, you don't know what else will. "no! no, I don't want to stop. Please." You have never sounded so desperate to be fucked before but you don't care. You are simply too needy for his touch, too drunk on him to let the moment pass you without getting a taste. It would be like you finally found an oasis in the middle of the desert and not stopping to take a sip, fucking criminal.
"alright." he says, and turns to reach somewhere- probably to grab a condom. You stop him in the motion.
"I'm on birth control. Please, just fuck me, promise I don't have HIV or anything."
He laughs, a genuine laugh and guides the tip to your entrance. Your skin is set alight, and you hold your breath as he starts to ease into you. Slowly, to make sure he doesn't accidentally hurt you in any way. You grip his forearms for support, and gasp as you start to feel him easing his way inside.
God, he is so big. You have no idea if you are able to even fit all of him in, thankfully you are slick from your orgasm, your own cum mixing with your arousal so your ex-sensei can slide his cock easier inside you.
"hold on, pretty." He mumbles, and grabs the back of your knees to bring your legs up, the motion makes your torso lean back, and with one of Shota's hands guiding you , you were now laying down on the desk, with your legs on his shoulders. And fuck, he is so broad that the fact that your legs are on them makes them spread out even more.
"fuck, much better." Shota murmurs, before sliding inside you with one clean motion. The moan you let out is downright pornographic.
You feel so full, like any other dick that has been inside of you could never reach all the spots you have, but somehow Aizawa can. Your eyes are rolled back, and you let out a big sigh because you were holding your breath instinctively, like you were trying to keep the feeling of him filling you up in your memory. When you open your eyes, you see Aizawa's head hung low, his breath uneven and you are aware of the tight grip he seems to have on your thighs. You hear a weird sound when you realise it's coming from him, apparently set on grinding his teeth down to a paste. Your pussy clenches down on him, which makes him wince.
"fuck, don't- don't do that. Just, give me a sec." he says, legs trembling. Your eyes widen as you let out a breathless laugh, the wood beneath your back squeaking as you lift your head up to look at him. One of your hands comes up to graze his pecs, and your teeth glisten as you smile up at him in the realisation of the situation,
"Shota, are you gonna cum from just being inside of me?" You feel his cock twitch at your words, your own voice strange to your ears because you have never heard yourself sound so syropy before. Your nipples perk and taste the soft breeze that comes from somewhere within the classroom,
"sh- ah shit, shut the fuck up. Just need a minute." He says, utterly destroyed by just feeling your pussy clamp down on his cock. Suddenly, there are footsteps outside the classroom. Voices, too. You both freeze, after it takes you a minute to catalog it, and Aizawa's blood runs cold when he realizes just how catastrophic it would be if anyone were to walk in right now. You are both naked to the bone, your legs on his shoulders as he is balls deep inside of you- his ex-student who was supposed to be filling out a report.
The footsteps are getting louder and louder, approaching you two when you hear the voices more clearly.
"They should be done by now. Besides, we need the reports."
"They are lengthy reports. principal! I- I am sure, if you just give them a minute-"
"Nonsense,"
Aizawa's heart has reached the bottom of his ass when he hears the doorknob twist. He is certain that is the end of him, no more meetings, no more teaching. Hell, no more leaving his house. This signals the end of his career. Not only did he have sex with a former student, he had the audacity to do it in school grounds-
Except there is no yelling, and no cussing. And he is pretty sure he is sitting instead of sitting up straight, and when he opens his eyes, he is not in UA. He blinks, cock still inside of you, so warm and perfect he could just cum from the sensation, and realizes you teleported them. To your room.
"you were saying?" You say, way too smug about the save you just caused. You were now on top of him, knees at either side of his hips, your palms sliding from his abs to his chest, and back down to support yourself. The sheets rumple from underneath you, the bed much more comfortable than the desk you were previously on. You roll your hips, once, twice, moaning at the feeling of him, when you lean down to whisper.
"I've waited way too long sensei, to not have an escape plan just in case"
Shota's head drops back on the bed, his breathing uneven and his hands find refugee on your hips, gripping them as you start to pick up your pace. "jesus- how many times, fuck- have you thought about this?"
He groans, the feeling of you wrapped around him being too much for him to handle. Your own breathing is starting to pick up from on top of him, and he has half the mind to open his eyes so he could look at you. You look utterly beautiful, like the gods decided for once to be kind to him and bring you to his life; like this is his repayment for everything he has endured in his entire life. Hair wild and free, your nipples perked and your face scrunched up from pleasure. You keep on rolling your hips, occasionally picking yourself up just to drop back down, just to feel him in and out of you, reminding yourself just how deep inside of you he can reach. The scenery is like no other; your own pretty sounds that keep falling from your lips, together with his panting fills up the entire room. Shota's happy trail get coated in your juices, your cunt so slick from taking him that it's making him dizzy, his own balls suddenly feeling so heavy he could barely breathe.
"shota, fuck!- feels so good.." you moan, now bouncing up and down his cock with s steady rhythm that makes Aizawa's head roll back and his eyes to close.
And that's all it took from him to cum inside of you. His orgasm hit him like a train, unforgiving and without a chance to even attempt to keep himself from cumming just to feel you a little longer.
Not even giving you a warning- hell even he didn't get a warning- he stilled his hips, cum spurting inside of you, filling you up while curses fell out of his mouth. He had to grip your hips with inhumane strength just to get you to stop rolling your hips against him, the pleasure driving him into overstimulation.
"shit, I'm sorry, sorry-didn't mean to come inside-"
You shush him up with a long kiss, tongue included, as you let go of his cock. It plops against your mound before falling beneath you. This doesn't seem to disencourage you in any way as you keep on kissing him, separating from his mouth only to trail your lips south. You leave little bites and hickeys all along his neck and collarbone- marking him up, littering his skin with your own mouth.
"mm- you sound so pretty when you come."
Fuck, you are going to drive him out of his skin, he thinks and feels his cock hardening again in speed record amount of time. Shota groans, his hands traveling from your hips to your waist, using it as leverage to flip you the other way around, softly letting your body go onto the bed. You look up at him, at how he is still trying to catch up his breath from his orgasm, how he leans his head to hide in the crook of your neck, before your gaze falls down to his semi- hard cock.
"do you say stuff like that to all the guys you sleep with?" he asks, and if you didn't know better you wouldn't be able to assume that there is jealousy in his words, but you do know better, and you smile at his words, biting your lip.
"only if they behave" you giggle when Shota shoots you a look, your hands holding his cheeks as you bring him down for a kiss. He obeys immediately, so greedy for your touch and the feel of you that the remark is already pushed down to a distant memory. He thinks he needs another minute of just holding you, kissing you before he is back at the game, but a small glance down to your pussy, at the way it's leaking his own cum from deep inside where he was, makes his blood run hot in his veins. His cock instantly jumps up, eager to feel you again and he doesn't ask this time, just brings one arm to your leg so he could position you the way he wanted, and then he is easing inside suddenly.
"need a minute old man- oh!" you gasp,feeling your leg being lifted up, the tip of his cock being already so thick, it makes your back arch as you are way too impatient for Shota's gentleness. You hum in delight as you start to feel him inside you again, and your fingers reach for his back greedily, denting the soft skin from the pressure you're applying.
"so fucking tight, made just for me, hm?" he asks, and you can't help but nod, his cock nestled deep inside, so deep that you can feel him teasing your g spot, before he takes it out and shoves it back in. You mewl, mouth open as your hands work on marking up his back, your eyes glancing at the red and purple bites he has adoring his neck. The sight and the thought and the fact that you are the one marking him up, that you litter his skin with scars that will take days to get rid of, and the fact that he is just letting you is making you so hot that you squeeze your eyes shut and just let the feeling of his cock push in and out of you consume you whole. The next few moans you let out are his name, the only thought feeling up your mind being him, and only him.
Shota seems to be having none of it, his lip grazing your ear, bringing his tongue out to suck and lick at the spot right behind it, heightening your sense of hearing so much, you might come just from his voice alone.
"keep your eyes on me pretty. Want you to remember what it's like when I'm inside you" he mutters, your eyes opening slightly just because of the command. He is right above you, body caging you whole and abs grazing your tummy anytime he rolls his hips. He is so close you can see the sweat forming at his hairline, his eyes that look more black than red upon seeing you. Your hands scratch at his back hard, but he doesn't seem to mind. "there you go, tell me it feels good princess"
His thrusts slow down, and instead focus on plunging in deeper and harder rather than just hitting against you fast. The new pace sparked something deep inside of you, and the change is instant once you feel him hit even deeper than before, your legs loosening up from around his waist.
"oh, f-fuck, that- feels so good shota-" your mind is in shambles, your mouth blabbering and spitting our nonsense as he drives into you in a devastating pace that makes your whole body flare up, you want to whine, want to tell him to go faster but he hits your insides so deep, it satisfies you on a whole other level. Your back arches, your own ears not even processing the sounds Aizawa seems to be making on his own before his pace stops all together and he pulls out. Your eyes instantly snap open, and a loud whine leaves your mouth because you were so close you could taste it in your mouth. Shota shushes you with a deep kiss, before lifting you up and rearranging you both so your back is against his chest, and he is sitting upright against the head board. His legs are spread out to fit you in between them, his knees bend for leverage as his hands are found underneath your kneecaps, bringing your legs up. You whine, head leaning back against his shoulder as you wait for your reward for being good.
"sh-shota-"
"shhh baby don't worry, I'm gonna make you come on my cock, alright?" He whispers in your ear, and you feel yourself pouring over his words. His cock nudges at your entrance, your own fingers reaching down to make yourself line up your entrance with his cock, frustrated when you can't get it first try because of how soaked you are.
Finally, Aizawa's cock settles inside of you, hitting all those delicious spots it was hitting before and you allow your head to fall freely back unto his shoulder. You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of being full again, before he starts moving from behind you, gripping at your legs he easily bounces you up and down from his thrusts, as if your weight is nothing for him. You move up and down, utterly cock drunk as you allow him to take control.
Moans and cusses keep falling from your lips, your mind turned to a mush by his thrusts as he continues to use that same goddamn rhythm from before. Your toes curl, your hands grip at his forearms that are used to keep your legs spread out, and you only praise him as he fucks you so so sensually you think your mind is going to combust from the pressure.
"yeah? Just like that? You like it when I'm deep?" He asks, mockingly, a groan falling from his lips when he feels your pussy clenching around him at his words. He doesn't even need the confirmation; your moans have turned from loud and surprised to low and deep, and he recognized the change in tone is because you're nearing your orgasm. The room is filled with the scent of sex; the soft clapping and the noises your juices make make him glad you had the mind to teleport the two of you out of UA. You two would have been so loud, so nasty, that no matter what you would have been caught. Thank god you have thought about this so many times already that you had found an escape route way before.
The reminder makes his breath leave his body. The reminder of how many months it's been since you've both been wanting this, wanting to feel and to taste each other on your mouths. How many nights he stayed up drunk and lost on the though of you
and now, he had you bend, legs close to your head as he fucked you from behind, his mouth near your neck column and your ear, not even trying to cover his own sounds, your moans concealing them either way. Your head has fallen back to his shoulder, your fingers pressing into his forearms to try and anchor yourself from anywhere possible.
"oh, oh!"
"that's right. You gonna cum on my cock beautiful? Wanna feel you come all over me, pretty." he says, his own voice cracking as he is trying to maintain his composure. He keeps the same brutal pace, slow enough to make you want to beg but deep and hard enough to make you forget you even had any complaints to begin with. You let out a sharp gasp, you face scrunching up in pleasure as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you.
"shit, im gonna- im gonna come all over your cock-"
"that's it, wanna feel it. Wanna feel you come all over me, come on then, cum"
And that's all you need to hear before you're cumming, your mouth falling open in an 'oh' as your orgasm takes over your entire body. You're shaking as you do, your vision turning white for a second as you yell out from the pleasure. Litteral sparks are happening in your back as you keep on panting and moaning, and Aizawa groans as he feels you clamp down on his cock.
"fuck, you're so fucking perfect" he says, teeth biting down on your shoulder, and with a few sharp thrusts he spills inside of you for the second time this evening.
it takes both of you an entire minute of panting and shaking through your highs, trying to calm down before you move. Finally you get up, freeing yourself from Shota as he lies down with his hand over his eyes.
This is it, he thinks. Now you are just going to kick him out and say thank you for the sex. He listens to you as you go over to the connected bathroom, and waits for the faucet to stop running. It takes a minute or two and he frowns, opening his eyes when he sees you walk in wearing a huge t shirt you must have had laying around.
"you alright old man?" you say, voice soft despite your teasing. You notice him eyeing your shirt and glance down on yourself. "got a bit cold." You say, before sliding down unto the bed and climb on top of him again. You kiss him sweetly on the lips, taking your time savouring him before letting him go and getting up from the bed all together.
"come on. Water's gonna get cold as well." You giggle at your joke, and frown when you watch his confused expression. Aizawa licks his lips, sitting up to look at you.
"uh, I guess this is young people lingo to tell me to get out? Or-"
"what? Why would you leave?" You ask, bringing yourself down unto his level to look at him in the eyes. He looks at you and admits he made a mistake the moment he locked eyes with you. Your lips are puffy and red, your eyes watery from your orgasm earlier and your cheeks adorn the same pinkish hue that the rest of your body seems to have. "do you want to leave?" you ask him innocently, as if you are not causing him heart palpitations by just looking at his direction.
"no, I- assumed that we would have sex and then you would kind of kick me out." there is a beat of silence, "isn't this what you wanted? Fuck me once and then... 'ghost' me, or whatever?"
"I'm not even gonna comment on the fact that you know what ghosting means. " You start, laughing when he presses his lips into a thin line. "I mean the sex was great but I kinda was hoping for.. more? I don't know, I mean we would have to talk about it, and make decisions about the media and the hero society, and rules and regulations in UA -i don't even know if this kind of relationship is allowed- but I kind of- whoah!"
In the middle of your small rant, Shota had gotten up, scooped you in his arms and was already heading for the bathroom. He set you down on the sink, and gripped you shirt to remove it once he noticed the bathtub was full of water.
You stay stunned for a moment, letting his hands guide you as you remove your shirt, let him remove his prosthetic and soon enough you are both inside the bubbles the water has already formed, once again with your back against his chest. You lean into him, and wonder how you have survived all these years without his touch, because now you can't get enough of it. He seems to be going through the same revelation.
"so, this means you're staying for dinner as well?" you ask, grabbing the soap, while Shota is occupied with leaving soft kisses on your shoulders, his strong arms wrapped around your waist.
"and who said I'm leaving?" he says, much too confident for a man who was sure you would kick him out as soon as you milked him dry.
"oh? Don't you have class tomorrow? The day is almost over y'know." You ask with a giggle as you drag the soap over his leg.
"as far as I'm concerned, this isn't over. "
you giggle and turn around to kiss him. "and it will never will be."
ps. I do not condone to my work been fed to ai, or being used by or for ai in any form or way.
Warnings: mentions of masturbation, fem!reader, post war, pro hero!reader, broken hero!aizawa, insecure!aizawa, mentions of prosthetic limbs, age difference, ex student! reader x ex teacher!aizawa
You walk back into your old classroom with more confidence than you ever had in the three years you spent in it.
Writing down notes, trying to pay attention on the material being taught rather than who was teaching it. Blushing everytime you were called to answer a question or even worse- to stand up on the board to solve something. With shaky hands you would welcome the chalk, the slight graze of your teacher's fingers as they handed it to you doing little to ease your nerves. Bushing even harder that when you had gotten up, you would give the chalk back to your sensei, knowing that he was being polite when he didn't mention the sweat it had on it from your clammy palms.
You sigh. God you were pathetic.
Still, after a horrible evening with a guy that didn't even bother to hide the fact that he only asked you out because you were both pros and would "make great babies", you find yourself here.
A part of you causes your heart to race as you walked into the classroom, smile tight as you remember all the good memories you spend in it. Your classmates laughter and jokes, the little paper planes Ochako would float your way when she wanted to make you laugh- god you missed these days. All of that was in the long past now, though.
You make your way to your desk, short skirt swishing against your thighs as you moved, the summer breeze entering the classroom through the open window. You smile softly as you place your hand underneath a specific desk, your desk, feeling it up to see if it's the same one you had when you were a student here. You smile and giggle when you feel a small dent, one you had caused with your quirk when Todoroki almost burned your hair in a crisp.
You are slightly bent over, giggling to yourself as nostalgia fills your heart and soul, consuming you whole. What you wouldn't give to be with them again, sharing snacks and jokes.
"Missed school that much (name)?"
You freeze. Your body reacts before you do, goosebumps raising all over your hands and legs, even the nape of your neck. The nostalgia that filled your heart gets replaced by something else entirely- something a lot more intense that fills your lungs as well. A chill rushes down your spine- dread, maybe at being caught when you normally weren't even allowed in the building. Your stomach pools with a familiar warm feeling, and your cheeks become rosy as you stand tall and turn around to face the intruder that disrupted your moment.
"Ah, sensei. They keeping you for overtime now?" You laugh, breathlessly as your eyes scan him up and down. He maintained the same physic you remembered throughout all those years, toned with bulky arms and heavy thighs. Sure he had lost a couple of pounds, and you could figure out pretty easily that he was wearing a prosthetic due to your trained eye, but you doubt anyone else could see it. His long hair was tied back and he was wearing his hero costume, rugged on the edges and dirty in some places, meaning he was in the middle of training, or just having left it.
Maybe he was staying late to help out a student, you think to yourself. Mentally biting your lip at how sweet he could be if he wanted to.
You leaned on your desk, hands crossed over your chest, and you were suddenly very aware of the outfit you had on. A nice top with a deep neckline that punctuated every curve you had to offer, stopping just above your belly button. Your mini skirt suddenly seemed too mini- even though you had convinced yourself it was the most appropriate one to wear before heading out tonight.
To be fair the rest of your closet was way too inappropriate for a first date.
God, you need to stop going shopping with Mina.
You watch him as he takes a moment to maintain eye contact with you. His red eyes doing little to ease your nerves that were building up every second longer that he looked at you. You struggle to keep up with his intense gaze, when he opens up his mouth to speak.
"Are you even allowed in here? Who let you in?"
"Uh..." You smack your lips and raise a hand to scratch the side of your head. God you had spent so many years becoming cool, the cool new hero that saved lives with her quirk and broke guys hearts in her spare time. Here, with him, you are reduced to the shy teenage girl you used to be. It makes you sick, how easy your hard exterior melts when he is in the vicinity.
"I didn't really ask for permission." You say after a moment too long, and Aizawa has already taken a few steps towards his desk. He opens up a drawer from the side and places something that he had in his pocket- a piece of paper, and shuts it again. He leans on his fists to stare at you from where he was standing.
"Of course you didn't". He says, his eyes never leaving yours. You frown lightly at the fact that he had to put distance between the two of you, like he couldn't bear the free space that existed just moments ago.
Wow you really need to stop reading so much Ao3.
"You like it when I don't". You say, voice an octave lower than what you intended, and internally freak out the moment those words left your lips.
What on earth are you doing? Sitting here, with your bare legs and arms out, after a perfectly (not) normal date with a perfectly (not) fine guy, dropping hints at your teacher?
ex- teacher.
Aizawa's eyebrows shoot up at your comment, and a something dangerously close to a smirk almost breaks through his expression. He stands tall and crossed his arms over his chest, mirroring you.
"I should kick you out. You may have been a student once here, but you're unauthorized and shouldn't be here." He threatens you, trying to breeze pass your comment.
You tsk in response and drop your arms, "yeah, as if". You make a few steps up towards him, stopping at the second row of desks and leaning there. Aizawa's eyes follow the sound of your heels as they hit the flooring, completely enamoured by the sight of your bare legs.
Or least that's what you hope.
"what makes you think I won't do it, (name)?" He asks, and you lick your lips in response, completely forgetting the bright lipstick that adorned your lips.
"well for one, if you were to do it, you would have done it already."
Aizawa doesn't react, instead he reaches down between his legs and tugs at something- and that's when it clicks for you.
is he hard?
-
Shota is dying inside.
Out of all the things that he expected to happen today, finding his old student in his classroom, looking like she had just stepped out of one of his dreams, was not of them.
He had seen footage of you with clothing similar to what you were currently wearing. Photos and videos that the paparazzi had took when they found you outside on a date with someone.
Someone, never somebody.
It was never the same guy, or girl. Anytime you were out it was somebody different, someone new. The only consistent people in your life seemed to be your friends.
He had noticed that. Had noticed the articles that read how you didn't want a relationship, how flirting suddenly became second nature to you, whether it was in an interview or a date.
He had also noticed the crush you seemed to have on him during your school years. He was not dumb after all.
You would blush any time he would lecture you. You would avert your gaze when he was near you, your skin would be on fire anytime he checked if you were injured or hurt.
So, like the responsible adult he was, he maintained his distance. Kept one eye at you to make sure you were alright anytime some kind of accident would happen, but besides that he tried to have as little back and forth with you as he could. You were just a kid after all, what did you know about crushes and emotions? He doesn't blame you for having them, after all it was his responsibility to make sure you felt safe and secure in the comfort of your classroom and in your dorms, without crossing any line.
But now, you're grown.
Years have been more than kind to you, your face now mature and utterly beautiful, your body a product of all the hard training you endure as a pro hero, your mindset advanced beyond anyone you've ever met considering what you've been through.
You are a beautiful, mature woman. And you know it. You can get away with a lot of things, like teleporting inside of one of the most secure buildings in Japan, and even flirt with your old teacher.
Will you get away with it though? The teacher part? Or even worse, will he be able to get away from this, unscathed?
"what's the matter, sensei? Cat got your tongue? Or did you just realize that I am right?" You giggle, teeth showing and all and Shota can feel himself growing harder by the second. He had tried to keep some distance between the two of you, placing his desk as an obstacle between you.
You always knew how to get past obstacles though.
"is that the proper way to address your sensei, (name)?" He says, voice lower than before. You don't seem to be intimidated by him, and you almost laugh at the fact that you're getting a reaction out of him.
"ex sensei, Shota."
-
You almost purr, when you see his jaw clench.
reaction= you get what you want, after all.
You move again, lifting yourself up from the desk in the second row and move slowly fo reach the front row. You pull out a chair and push in until it's right in front of the teacher's desk. You sit down on it and cross your bare legs, back straight and hands in your lap. You school your expression and bat your eyelashes slightly.
"will I be reprimanded for speaking to a higher up with their first name?"
You ask like it's a genuine question, and giggle to yourself because you already know the answer.
The air is thick and heavy with tension as Aizawa stares down at you, jaw clenched as he tries to appear composed.
Aizawa doesn't speak, instead he lets you take the lead in the conversation as he tried to figure out a way to speak without using his bedroom voice. God, it has been so long since the last time a woman flirted with him so oppenly, so casually. So long since someone spoke to him like they didn't feel sorry for him- so long since he was looked at with anything else besides pity. Pity for losing his leg, pity for being overlooked by the media and being disregarded by the hero society for wanting the kids names to be included in the files of the war that took place. The way you're looking at him is pure admiration. He remembers the day of your graduation, where you had come up to him and had thanked him for everything he was able to provide for you and your classmates. The look on your face was anything but pity back then too.
He looks down on you and sees a beautiful younger woman, if he glances down he will see his prosthetic leg. The age difference is gnawing on his mind as he tries to put some logic in his brain, closing his eyes momentarily to not be tempted by you.
"You seem frustrated, I could help with that".
When he opens his eyes, you are standing again, eyes heavy with want and lips so pink and kissable he could melt. You have inched your way closer and closer until you are but a breath apart. You are looking him in his eyes, like the entire thought process that plagues his mind is utterly unimportant to you.
He knows you are a smart girl. He knows that you have probably thought about this longer and harder than he has.
(debatable, considering he has been fisting his cock to the thought of you these past couple of months)
Still, he can't shake the feeling that he isn't deserving of this, of you in that way. Even for just one night.
"what are you doing, (name)?" he sighs
You are not taken aback in the slightest. Tilting your head to the side, you examine him, trying to read into his mind.
"what we both want, Shota."
His breath catches as you dip your head down and lean in to kiss him. He can almost taste your lipstick and the champagne that you drank. The smell of your perfume still lingering to your skin mingled in with the light sheen of sweat that decorates it, makes him dizzy. Your lips barely manage to graze his when he pulls away.
"I apologize if you misunderstood my intentions." He says and stands up straight. Doing so, his bulge is completely visible to you. You drop your gaze to it, frame still leaned in over the desk.
You scoff "Misunderstood? What, are you hiding something in there?" You gesture towards his bulge with your eyes.
"You should leave. I gave you a little room over the felony you have committed due to your status but you have overstayed your visit." He says, using his teacher voice that usually makes your knees weak. Now it just pissed you off.
"A minute ago you were undressing me with your eyes and now you I have overstayed my visit?"
Shit. You're mad.
Now standing tall, your arms raise as your voice does. Aizawa maintains an even expression throughout all of it. His cheeks don't even color at the vulgar way you describe the situation, his gaze unwavering as he has made his decision.
You are a good hero. You're climbing the ranks faster than anyone expected and show up for people in need. You are one of the few people that have become heroes simply because you want to help people. Not that he doesn't understand the rest that want it for the fame or the money, but you have always been special in that sense.
If word got out that you two have been, intimate with one another, or even worse- an item, your reputation would plummet. No more rising in the ranks, no more of that good popularity you have managed to keep all these years. You will go down the same rabbit hole that anyone else that has involved themselves with Shota Aizawa has been through.
Besides your own good, what of him? If the media finds out about this, his already ruined image will be destroyed. He already imagine the headlines depicting him a pedophile, a creep. A once respected hero will be crumbled to a creepy guy in his forties that couldn't keep it in his pants for his ex -student.
He can't let that happen. He made up his mind.
"You should go."
You seem to be weighing your options in your mind. Deep down maybe you are thinking the exact same thing that he is, and feel like it's unfair. How you both can't have one another due to the circumstances.
You sigh and turn on your heel to leave, the sticky residue that your arousal made in your panties not helping with your anger t the moment. Before you leave you look at him again.
"Just so you know, this isn't over."
As soon as you're gone, Shota plops down to his chair and ruffles his hair, bringing his elbows to his knees. His mind's eye keeps replaying you, over and over again, which does little to help his erection.
The worst part? He knows you're right. This isn't over.
short imagine for post endgame! Steve Rogers x nurse reader. English is not my first language, so feel free to correct me on anything!
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imagine Steve Rogers, former Captain america, deciding to move on with his life post-endgame events.
He gets a small apartment in Brooklyn, in a relatively new building (for him) and gets a move on. He still goes on some missions from time to time, when the instance and the new captain america calls for him, but overall his life is pretty calm. He spends his time in Stark Industries, filing reports and meeting with the new members and agents of shield, making sure that his input is there when needed.
When he first moved in his flat, he had jokingly asked the elderly lady if any trouble was in the building that he should look out for. She had smiled and giggled, and told him that the only troublesome lady in the building was the one across from him.
"Yes, well, there is one person in this building that causes some ruckus from time to time son. Only if you actually see her, that is." She chuckled to him and shook her head. "sweet girl. Tired all the time from her job though."
Steve had raised an eyebrow at the time, the apartment contract at hand. "really, what kind?"
"oh, she's a nurse at the hospital downtown. Came to Brooklyn just to help people she says. Boy, do I bet she regrets it now."
Steve had smiled, all pearly whites in display at the lady. "Seems noble to me."
-
Well now it definitely didn't seem noble to him. Not with the way you're behaving.
You are in the middle of the hospital floor, screaming your heart out on the intern doctor that demanded some vitals from you. Steve winced as soon as he heard the intern talk to you rudely.
"Look. Nurse, I get that you're busy but you cannot make decisions about my patients-"
"You should learn how to talk to your nurses, doctor." You mockingly added at the end, turning around to leave.
The intern, clearly fed up with your attitude, clenched his jaw as you turned to walk away from him.
"You're just a nurse! What do you know about patient stability when it comes to-"
"fucking, what?!"
And all that ends up here, with you still screaming at him, the 2 meter tall intern cowering away from you, and Steve in disbelief.
"oh! Um, hello... "
Steve turned his head to look at the nurse that was holding some papers- presumably vitals and patient info.
"Um, we wanted to um... thank you for bringing in the patient in time. Had you not been there, my god. I don't even know..." The girl whispered, clearly in awe from Steve's heroism for bringing a man that he had seen on the sidewalk having a heart attack.
He smiled and nodded at her with his hands in his pockets. "Not a problem ma'am. Just looking out. You are the real heroes of the story here."
The nurse blushed, and shook her head as a small smile pulled at her lips. "Well, the family actually wanted to thank you.. if you would just follow me.."
Steve raised his hands up to stop her and backed away, "oh uh, no that's not"
"HEY! "
The nurse paused as the color drained from her face, as you were marching down to them.
"has the patient in room 305 gotten his medication yet? He has been awake from almost an hour. " You say, not necessarily mean but intimidating none the less as you speak to the nurse.
"Oh! I was just ab-about to get it.."
"Just about to get it? What the fuck- are you not paying attention? He should have already gotten it!" You bark, your tone raising.
"yes. You are right, I-"
"And what the fuck is Captain America doing here? "
Steve opens his mouth as to speak in the moment, as you have not taken your eyes off of the nurse, who is now cowering in fear at your tone. He almosts speaks for the young girl, clearly feeling bad when you beat him to it.
"Get him out, now. " You say as you storm out. Cussing along the way, while mumbling something about this being the 'last thing you need' right now.
The girl gulps down her fear as she made eye contact with Steve, who gives her a pressed smile and reassures her that it's no big deal, and that he needs to get going either way.
Now, being a day later, he sighs as he slings his duffel bag over his shoulder. The digital clock that Sam claimed he had to get was showing 5:04 with bright red letters as he exited his apartment.
"shit! fucking- fuck, shit!"
Steve turned around as he locks the door behind him, to see you in the entryway of your flat. You are fumbling with the keys, clearly struggling to open your door. He takes a minute to assess you.
You are hunched over the lock, blinking repeatedly to help clear out your vision so you can glance at your keys more clearly. Your bun is in horrible condition, your hair frizzy and untamed for hours it seems. Your uniform is clean; meaning you probably had to change to a new set before leaving, as it is not allowed to walk around with blood (or worse) all over you. On your feet is your bag, which you have thrown to the floor in exasperation to get your keys out. You groan and bang your head against the hard wood, gripping the doorknob as you fake sob to the door.
Steve walks over to you, and gets your keys out of your hands.
"here. Let me. "
You stay still for a second, blinking up at him as if trying to realize that another human being is speaking to you, before you move out the way groggily. You straighten up your glasses and fall against the stairwell.
"what time is it anyways?"
"a little past 5." He says calmly, as he opens your door. He moves around to let you in, and grabs your hand when you go to get up only to fall down.
"shit, sorry. I'm okay, you don't need to-"
You say as you shoo him away, and Steve stands there with you hand in his grasp as he blinks at you.
"Are you... just getting back? From yesterday?"
You bend down to get your bag before Steve beats you to it and hands it to you. You sigh again and grab it from him.
"Don't know. What day is it?"
"You really should take breaks you know- it's been more than, what, 30 hours? "
"Thank you! Captain America! I think I know what I'm doing." You say with the little energy you have left as you maneuver around him to enter your apartment. Steve presses his lips together as he grabs his duffel bag from the floor and goes to leave.
"Oh, and uh, Cap? Please stop pausing the traffic at the hospital everytime you come in. Don't know if you've realized, but every nurse on the floor has a crush on anything male that doesn't vomit on them." You say while waving your hand to him.
"If you could just, do that. That 'd be great." You say with a pressed smile as you close the door on his face.
Steve stands there for a second longer than he has to, and an amused breath flows out of him. The rest of the day he thinks about you.
~》 working the night/ early shift at your local bakery seemed like a dream that came true. You didn't assume that another dream of yours, meeting a cute pro hero, would also come true.
The streets are quiet, the sky is still dark, and the piles upon piles of bread in the wooden ovens are baking in the back of the bakery. You wipe some of the remaining flour on your apron off of you, sighing as you start to organize the clutter in the kitchen. The aroma of the bread together with the cookies you made earlier makes the atmosphere serene, and you hum to a song that has been stuck to your head as you make your way to the front of the shop.
The clock beside you ticks as the bird the inside emerges at the 12 o clock mark. You're startled and let out a yelp as you check your watch for the actual time, 5:03. You really ought to fix that damn clock. You are then awfully reminded of your bladder and how full it is, and you clench your legs to relieve some of the pressure. Why did you drink so much water to begin with?
You move instead to neatly arrange the cookies and pastries in the showcase, moving with grace (almost dropping a dozen cookies on the flour covered floor and grabbing the tray at the last second).
You check your watch again and groan at the fact that you still have 50 minutes until your coworker arrives, meaning your bathroom break has to be pushed back by a lot. You spend your time double and triple checking all the baked goods from the showcase, sweeping some flour from the floor and from the counter, and sitting and enjoying the brown paints of the shop. The hardwood floors are by far your favorite feature you decide, and the vintage lambs that emit yellow light at each side of the small couch on the far left of the bakery. You observe these things to pass your time more easily; trying not to be on your phone this early in the morning. You move to reach a blueberry cupcake to chew on while you wait; the blue jello from its top making your mouth water as you bring it in closer to your awaiting mouth.
Suddenly, the bell from the door rings.
You are surprised to see someone up at this hour. You are even more surprised when a familiar but unknown stranger walks in your bakery, with stained clothes from battle and faint scratches on his body. His white and red hair mixed as the strands are in disarray from fighting some villain you presume; as handsome as he looks on the cover of the magazine you have laying somewhere in your apartment.
Having just finished patrol, Shoto couldn't help but be overwhelmed at the captivating aroma of baked goods when walking down the street. He looked a mess; uniform raggedy and tragic, hair tousled and fingertips covered in dirt. The tiredness in his bones made it easy to forget his physical appearance for a second, deciding on fulfilling his empty stomach instead, until he spots you.
Holding a blueberry pastry upside down, (probably to keep it from falling) the blue paste smothering your hands and staining them with jello. Streaks of flour on your cheek and forehead, your hair neatly out of your face save from a few strands that managed to escape. Your apron screamed messy, multiple strains of blue, red and white fillings, together with flour and what he presumed to be cocoa. He couldn't decide which one of you was more disastrous looking right now.
He could decide which one was prettier than any other woman he had seen, though.
"Um, hi" you mumble, a sweet smile on your face as he makes his way to you. You gulp nervously when the pro hero doesn't take his eyes off of you for a second, analyzing you as if you were some villain he had to capture. You try your best to discreetly clench your legs together, your bladder screaming at you in protest. You put on your best smile to pretend that nothing is bothering you, and wipe your hands on a napkin to remove the blue jello from them from the cupcake that fell right out of your hands from the ringing of the bell.
"Hello. what's that?" He says in a timid fashion, his eyes boring into the red velvet pastry on the very back of the showcase. You giggle a little, mostly from anxiety and point to the pastry while explaining its filling. You do the same for every other pastry, even though he didn't ask you to.
"And that's carrot cake, but with a twist! The cinnamon on in- oh" you stop abruptly from his intense stare on you, a small smile on his face as if wanting to laugh at your antics. You realize how you look right now; messy from the hours of preparation, gesturing with your hands at every little thing and clenching your legs together to not pee yourself right on the spot. Great. Amazing first impression.
"I think I'll go with the red velvet one." He says in a monotonous voice, his words dripping with honey from the rich timber of his voice. You think you could just melt from that alone. Instead, you purse your lips in an attempt to save face as your cheeks flare up, and bag up the pastry. After he pays he stops momentarily as you close the register and wipe off some sweat from your forehead.
"Are you alright?" He asks, and you almost lose your balance right then and there. You huff and puff, eyes shut as you lean against the counter.
"I uh, I just.. really need to go to the bathroom right now." You wheez out, as an attempt to laugh to humor your demise.
"Why don't you... go?" Shoto seems uncertain on his choice of words, not wanting to offend you with them.
"Uh, I would, but I'm alone. The bathroom is all the way in the back, if uh, if someone came in they could, y'know..."
You ramble on, your cheeks flaring up even more as his heterochromatic eyes settle on you and his mouth shapes into an 'o'.
"Okay." He says and stands still. His arms resting at his pockets as he turns his back on you and leans against the counter, his stare up ahead at the door.
You blink, not knowing how to respond at his sudden change. Your eyebrows furrow as he checks you over his shoulder. "I'll stay until you go." And looks at the front again.
You blink back your surprise, your hand reaching out in a stopping motion. "No- uh it's fine, I don't want to keep you waiting-"
He looks at you again then, and you gulp. His expression is calm and collected, and he nods at you. "I don't mind."
You bite back your tongue at that, wanting to refuse to save some of your pride, but instead you yell out a thank you! From the hall as you speed walk your way to the bathroom. You try to be as quick as possible, not wanting to keep him waiting for long.
Shoto has no problem waiting, his eyes scanning and observing every small crevice of the shop. The colors are warm and inviting; a pallet of warm and brown pastels mixing with each other under the yellow lighting. The bakery is decorated with vintage lamps and an awfully old couch that gives a nice homey feeling about the entire situation. Not that the lumpy couch or the warm lighting was the thing that would invite him inside every single time. That would be you.
He keeps his promise and waits for you to come back, his stare on you as he hears your footsteps coming in close. You're wiping your hands on a towel, cheek and forehead free of flour and hair a little less messier; you fixed yourself in the mirror. You sigh as you lean against the counter, gratitude coming to you is waves as he removes himself from where he was leaning and turning to face you.
"Thank you. God that is embarrassing." You mumble with a chuckle as you smile widely at the floor, your hand cradling your cheeks. Shoto nods and grabs his pastry before heading out the door. You stare dumbfounded at it, daydreaming about the handsome stranger -was he even a stranger now- that helped you in the most stupid way imaginable. You laugh genuinely at the absurdity of it, a pro hero saving your ass from- your bladder exploding?
Your eyes snap open when the clock ticks loudly again, breaking you out of your daze. The sun has started to come up, and after some time, so does your coworker.
"Goodmorning! Alright, I am here! You can go to the bathroom now!" Asuka yells the minute she opens the door, expecting you to dash towards the hallway the minute she does so like you usually do.
"Already been," you reply, a small smile on your face as you move the red velvet pasties to the front of the showcase.
The next day, your morning starts like any other. Open up the bakery, start on the baked goods, and set up the showcase. You tend to make quite the mess when you bake (something Asuka finds deeply endearing. You find it annoying because you have to clean up after), so you've added sweeping to the list of things to do when you're opening.
You hum along to the crack of the radio, a soft jazz song playing on the old speakers, making the music brass, and almost nostalgic like. Just the way you like it. Your apron is sitting prettily on your waist and your hair swaying back and forth from the French braids you've done this morning, somehow having woken up with rather excited. Oh, well. The bags of corn flour are to be delivered today, that's probably why. Not the 2 meter tall, handsome guy hero that helped you yesterday.
Nope. Definitely not him.
Your heart jumps at your throat from the coo cooing of the stupid bird emerging from the broken clock, and your broom almost hits the floor, your hand reaching out to grasp unto it. You are a second too late, and you close your eyes as if to wipe out the loud plop! That will sound all over the bakery when a hand interrupts you. Shoto grabs the broom and sets it down as soon as you open your eyes, your irises widening and your mouth forming a small greeting as you take him in.
The entire night went horribly. His patrol had taken on the entire city, it seemed like, with him only being able to be at one place at a time. Multiple robberies and petty thieves emerging from nowhere, stupid calls about cats being stuck on trees and yo-yo's being stuck underneath cars. The disaster of the night had weighted heavy on Shoto's shoulders. Every step he took was another added burden; hs hair was filled with leaves, his cheek and arm stained with dirt, and you spotted numerous scratches on his forearms (probably the resistance of said cats).
And now, under the yellow lights, being close to you, with your hair neatly swaying and your eyed wide from embarrassment, he thinks he looks hideous.
You think he looks gorgeous, even like this. And quite cute. You could eat him up right out of a spoon if it were given to you.
"Hello. Are you well?" He asks, his voice rich of timbers as it shakes something well nested inside of you. Shoto himself winces at his choice of words, knowing that whenever he felt flushed he started to sound like a robot.
You smile sweetly at him, reassuring him you're okay before moving to grab the broom out of his hands with a polite bow to make your way behind the counter. You gulp down nervously some sips from the water bottle you have on stand by, and look at him with a bright (but very pink) face.
"I assume you liked the pastry from yesterday, y'know- because you're here...today?" You stumble out, your hands raising in an expressive manner as you try to figure out what exactly you want to say. You think this encounter is awful, just as awkward as the other day, but the easy grin that Shoto has on his face melts any doubts.
"Um- figured I'd try that carrot cake twist you were telling me about? With the cinnamon?"
Your eyes almost budge out of their sockets as you recall the memories from yesterday, remembering the vocal diarrhea that had spurred out of your mouth. Your heart hammers a little in your chest though, at the fact that he was listening to you.
"Sure thing!" You yelp out as you move carefully to bag the pastry and serve it to him. He reaches for something to pay, but is stopped by you.
"No, it's fine. You helped with the- uh- broom." You nod, more to reassure yourself than him as he blinks at you with surprise.
"By...grabbing it?" He questions you, and you think you could just eradicate yourself from existence from his gaze.
"Well, yeah." You mutter, as monotone as him. You both stay silent for a beat longer than you have to, and you see him hesitate as he eye's the pastry. You sigh as you reach over the counter and slide it to him.
"It's rude not to accept a kind gesture." You say with a teasing tone, but Shoto seems to be taking you seriously. He grabs the pastry, and you turn around to continue sweeping. You notice him standing right where he was though.
"Uhhh"
"What's your name?" He asks, as if it's the most casual question ever. Well, it is.
"I'm Shoto Todoroki." He adds after you introduce yourself, and you giggle.
"Yeah, I know." You say with a smile, but the immediate frown on his face makes you stop.
"Not that I uh- I mean I've heard about you. Handsome hero swinging around, saving everyone. " you bite back your tongue, slap yourself on your knee as you stare into your right to distract yourself from him. You feel your cheeks burning up from your silent (rather loud) confession and let out a low whistle.
"I don't...swing." He mumbles, mostly to himself.
You blink, looking at him with a silly expression while your body was still turned against him. You turn quickly and face him completely, matching his tone as you explain.
"It's a figure of speech. I- I didn't mean it like that, " you say with a small grin on your face. This entire interaction is downright adorable in your eyes.
He mumbles an oh, his eyebrows shooting slightly up as he glances at the counter. You cover your mouth with your hand to hide your giggles, not wanting to embarrass him.
At that moment, with the yellow lighting casting an ethereal glow on your tied back hair, the sparkle in your eyes, together with the sound of your laughter convinced Shoto that if he had to relive this entire day for the rest of his life, only to be able to hear and see you laugh like this, he would do it in a heartbeat.
He cleared his throat as he watched your eyes slightly widen, probably from the red in his cheeks-
"You're um- you're burning!"
At that moment, the faint smell of burned hair reached Shoto, and he instinctivaly reached for his left side to try to pat out the fire.
You were panicking, almost reaching for your cup to dump water on him as he put the fire out in his hair. One moment, he was looking at you; the next, he was on fire. Literally
"Thank you," shoto says hurriedly, bowing at a near 90° angle before making his exit from the shop. You stand there frozen, cup in hand with the motion of throwing it at someone rather than attempting to help somebody.
The loud clock ticks and startles you, making you actually drop your cup filled with water on your apron and on the floor. You yelp and a few cuss words ring out of you from the sudden action. Not being able to believe what has happened in the span of a couple of minutes. You sigh loudly, biting your lip as you scan the shop.
Had he been...flustered?
"Girl you won't believe who just walked out of our shop and- whoa." Asuka stops in her tracks as she makes her way behind the counter, witnessing you drenched with water from the waist down. She lets out a low whistle while grinning.
"Guessing he didn't stick around for you to pee this time, huh?"
The first time shoto Todoroki sees you, you are a shy six year old girl. Trailing after your mother with every step she takes, clinging unto her long skirt to feel secure in the presence of the number two and his youngest son.
Shoto takes his time looking at you, how you seemed so much more frail and fragile than him. It was the first time he felt bigger than someone else, it was also the first time he was sure he could protect someone.
So with trembling hands, he lets go of his mother's hand and gestures at you to do the same. He tries to be sneaky so as not to alert his elders, but he doesn't miss his mothers smile as he takes your hand in his.
The second time Shoto Todoroki sees you, you are quite grown. Now nearing the age of ten, his mother's calming presence is nowhere around. He sulks next to his father as he sits on the fancy couch in the middle of your living room. He ignores the conversation that is happening about his future quirk marriage with you and rather focuses on the pattern of the fancy carpet that is laid on the floor. From the corner of his eye, he catches a figure peaking from behind the bookshelf on his far right. Then, he sees a small hand gesturing for him to come near. His heart decides before his mind gets a say, and with careful footsteps comes near you. You grab your hand in his and usher him to hide away from your parents' gaze. Shoto blushes madly when you carefully remove his eyebandage to apply some nurturing cream on his burn, with you shyly mumbling that you had been searching for it all morning. Huh. Maybe ending up with you wasn't so bad after all.
The third time Shoto Todoroki sees you, he is certain it is the last. At the prime age of fifteen, he is now more rebellious than ever. Finally sick of his father's antics to try and persuade him into following his footsteps. So with a heavy heart, and an even heavier tone, he is forced to look at you dead in the eye and proclaim that he would rather die than marry you.
He watches as you blink, clearly taken aback. The grip you had on the basket with baked goods (courtesy of your maid to offer to the Todoroki household) loosening. Your eyes glisten with tears that are threading to spill any second now. Shoto's face is as cold as his heart now as he decides to look away. He turns on his heel and walks away from you, satisfied that he hurt his father and his relationship with your family by refusing your hand in marriage. He tries to ignore the faint voice in his head that is telling him that he hurt you in the process as well.
But he figures that you would be better off without him as well, and hopes you end up marrying someone you are truly in love with.
It comes as a surprise to him that he sees you a fourth time as well. Now, being twenty-three years old, adult Shoto Todoroki is quickly rising in the hero ranks. He is surrounded by people he loves, both friends and family. His relationship with his father is strained, but the effort is there. His life since the beginning of UA has turned around for the better.
Still, poor Shoto can't help but think about you. Your older sister had kept in touch with Fyumi, and from what he is hearing, you have also been bettering your life. Not only did you defy your parents and end up living with your sister from the moment you turned eighteen, you managed to get into one of the top colleges in Japan, studying what you love. You are officially the first woman in your family with a higher education, and your parents hate that. Shoto admires it, though. He always knew you would end up doing great things indeed.
His thoughts had been racing, memories of you engulfing his mind, making it too hard for him to think. He wonders what would have happened if the two of you had met in different circumstances. Like bumping into each other at a convenience store.
He sighs as he walks into the local store his neighborhood offers him and greets the nice old lady (that almost passes out every time Shoto makes an appearance). The shop is not too big but not too small either; he smiles at the people that recognize him and waves at the kids that stare in awe at their favorite hero that is in their local convenience store.He makes a bee-line for the candy aisle, having memorized the shop by now, and crouches to get a candy bar from the bottom shelf. He is taken aback when a shopping cart bumps into him, and he turns his head to look at the person responsible.
"O-oh! Gosh, I am sorry. I-i didn't see you.."
Well, being on your phone while you're shopping certainly distracted you. Not only did you miss your favorite candy bar by being too slow, but you also happened to bump into your ex fiance with your shopping cart.
It is almost funny the way Shoto instantly rises and straightens his back, his tall build towering over you as you blink back your surprise. Gosh, he was even more handsome than when you remember him.
"I-im sorry." Hoping he hadn't recognized you, you bow (and keep your head down) as you attempt to flee from whatever k-drama this scene emerged from. Shoto grabs your shopping cart to stop you.
"I have been thinking about you"
My GOD, if Bakugou were here, he would burst out laughing by this God awful confession. But Todoroki is awkward, and he tries to ease some of the tension in your shoulders. Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets.
"You- what?"
"I'm- I'm sorry. I simply meant- how are you?"
Your grip on the cart relaxes a little bit. You raise your head to look him in the eye. A small sigh escapes your lips. It has been a long time since Shoto Todoroki managed to break your heart, and you swear you were over him by now. But his eyes brighten upon seeing you, and his cheeks have an innocent pink hue in them. It makes you giggle how, after all this time, he is still clueless about conversations.
"I'm good. How are you?"
"Good. I'm really good. By, many aspects "
Okay, mister millionaire at the ripe age of 20. You don't need to rub it in our faces. Defining your family had its perks, of course, but money definitely wasn't one of them (you assume that you've made that perfectly clear to Shoto, who is eyeing your off brand dish soap and fabric softener).
You smack your lips. You think this is awkward. Shoto thinks his heart might beat out of his chest by how pretty you are. Your features are now grown, your hair is longer, and you seem, relaxed. For the first time in a long time you truly are happy.
"Well, this has been -"
"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
Your shoulder abruptly slips from the aisle that you were leaning on. You smack your elbow on the shelf bellow and curse. You realize that Shoto pushed your shopping cart out of the way once you feel his warm hands on you. He is touching you with care; and just when you were sure that you had gotten over him, your heart melts at his thoughtfulness.
"You can say no if you don't want."
His tone is so genuine that it crushes you. If you were to look around, you would see the three older ladies gawking at the sight of Shoto holding you close, and you being putty in his hands.
"Wouldn't you rather like - die?"
"Oh." Your stomach is filled with butterflies at the frown on Shoto's face. He seems so utterly sad that you remember his last words to you; regret evident on his tone as he speaks.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I hope you can forgive me for my actions."
You sigh. Maybe it's the look he is giving you, maybe it's the months you haven't gotten laid, maybe it's the reminder of your shitty ex boyfriends on your mind, or maybe it's the fact that no matter how you put it, Shoto Todoroki was your first love.
So, with a purse of your lips and a small giggle at how easily persuaded you are, you smile.
"I would love to go on a date with you."
Shoto thinks he might explode at your laughter. He straightens up and clears his throat, his cheeks and ears a painfully obvious shade of red as he lets go of you.
"Great. I'll uh- I'll call you."
"Don't you need my number for that?"
"Well, it's on the information list of your citizenship."
"... you looked me up?!"
Shoto grabs your cart and starts pushing in towards the cashier while you're shrieking from laughter at his confession. He laughs too when you open up your phone to pay, and an image of him pops up from Google. Your laughter is cut short when you're trying to explain that it was for research purposes. Your cheeks are red, and your eyes are wide from embarrassment. Shoto thinks he could just eat you up.
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a/n: trying something new!! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and I decided to finally upload it!! Hope it's an enjoyable read!!
Albino Gojo! Who is known for his unique style, his white hair and captivating eyes. Whose pale skin attracts all the girls in campus to fill his pearly skin with hickies and scratches. Who feels used.
Albino Gojo! Who is used to all the girls flaunting about how pretty he is and how good he looks and how mesmerized they are with his eyes.
Albino Gojo! Who is surprised when you look shocked to see him, who is even more shocked than you when you claim that it is rare to see someone with his condition with color in their eyes, especially such a vibrant one.
Albino Gojo! Who just laughs it off and says he was born lucky, then stops laughing when you shrug and continue sipping your drink in the very crowded party.
Albino Gojo! Whose heart is beating to his chest when he meets you for the second time, scared to look at you in case you reveal his secret.
But you just smile and nod, letting him know that you saw him in the hallway and telling him that you have to race to your biology lesson, but you should pick up a coffee sometime.
Albino Gojo! Who starts dating you and notices how careful you are with him. How you make sure not to leave any hickies on his skin, or scratches, or even mark him with your pen.
Albino Gojo! Who finds out sooner than later that you also draw, and is shocked to find out that you are careful with him because, in your words, you don't want to mess up a perfect canvas.
Albino Gojo! Who becomes obsessed with you, falls in love and is unable to keep away from you. Ignoring the girls glaring at you two, he keeps holding your hand and peckering it with kisses.
Albino Gojo! Who finally reveals his secret when you find his contact solution, and figure out that he is fact, was not born lucky.
Albino Gojo! Who thinks he is even more in love with you when you smile when you see his red eyes, and say that you were right after all, and that he looks better this way.
Albino Gojo! Who finally loves to be marked up, because you are marking him and it makes him feel loved.
not proof read, english is not my first language,no warnings, leon being emo ig?
Your eyes were locked with his, your gun drawn and pointing straight to him. He was mimicking you as his gun was also drawn, a fierce look on his eyes- or at least an attempt of one.
"Identify yourself. Now." He said, his grip in his gun tightening as he moved just about an inch closer.
"Well that's no way to talk to a lady.." You reply with a sigh as you put your gun back to it's holster. Raising your hands at an attempt to not look threatening, you peak behind him to make sure you two are alone.
"jesus fuck Leon you don't even remember me?" you state with a bit of sass, your patience running thin as you are not currently in the safest place possible. You glance around and thankfully see no one close.
Leon drops his gun low, but is still holding it as he glares at you.
"Unfortunately." He sighs as he puts his gun back in his holster. "what do you want (name)?"
You drop your hands, scoffing at the attitude. "Was wondering if you wanted to grab a cup of coffee. Why do you think I'm here Leon? They send me here as your back-up." you state as you glance at your watch.
"I don't need back-up." He says, looking at you as if you killed his favourite pet fish. You scowl at that, glancing at the dead bodies at your right, before glancing back at him.
"If you hadn't gone AFR for 3 hours, maybe the chief would think so as well." You say as you rest your hands on your hips.
"C'mon, it can't be that bad working with me! Besides, with your face, the poor girl will probably get terrified by you. Not that I mind the resting bitch face, I kinda dig it". You say with a chuckle. Leon is not amused with this, and you bite your lip to not laugh.
"At least try to be tolerable (name). We have a mission. " He scolded, pulling out his map and glancing up at the direction of where you guess the church is supposed to be.
"Aww, you called it our mission." you say with a gushy smile on your face, causing Leon to rub his temple and walk ahead of you.
"Try not to get yourself killed. And do not become a burden. " He says without even looking at you, but instead reloading his gun. You only smile, knowing that he cares for your well-being more than he makes apparent.
"Will do Condor One!" You say with a smile, grabbing your gun before starting to follow him through the village. "Now let's go find that poor girl. Do you think they are going to use her in some kind of spiritual sacrifice? *gasp* Maybe they are planning to lure us in so they can ask for money! God knows they could use it for this god-awful village... Just look at the roofs for fucks sake!"
Leon sighs at your rambling. Deep down, he's glad he can focus on your voice rather than the awful grunts of the people here. He tries not to show it.
I grap the first shirt from the pile, it's my brother's. I pay more attention to it and make sure it is as perfect as it can get.
I grap the next thing on top of the pile. My dad's shirt. I don't pay attention to it. He doesn't care if I don't pay attention to it. He is grateful somebody is ironing his clothes.
I turb a blind eye to my mothers shirt. Once, twice, three times. She looks over.
I don't raise my head. I don't want to. She comes over. I grab the next thing on the pile. My brother's pants.
I turn them inside out and continue to iron. Gently, I turn it over. She sighs.
You're doing it wrong. She tells me. She awaits for me to pass her the iron. I give it to her without looking.
She does a trick that she has shown me before but I never quite got it. She looks at me to confirm that I've got it this time. I can only notice that she presses really hard on the fabric, and the amount of smoke coming out of the machine. It makes a disgusting noise as the air pours out of it, and once it does she seems satisfied with her work.
Hard, not gentle. Until it makes a horrific sound.
And then I remember that she is just a woman, that happens to be my mother.
Having a favorite season never worked for me and I think I know why now. It's because I love something specific from all the seasons. I love the autumn and watching as the ladies that pick up after the leaves have chats and coffee and enjoy being out. I love growing older and starting school and being excited for the holidays. I love the winter; the cold air that somehow tastes fresher than any other kind. The warm clothing, the winter shopping, the hot tea I drink while reading a silly book. I love that it's so cold nobody wants to go outside and instead we gather at a home and watch movies that we hate. I love the spring. I love the flowers and the sun and my classmates complaining about how it's too hot while it's still cold. I love that nobody wants to come so when when there are alot of people in class it is special, I love playing while it's still windy and you can smell the food the neighbors are cooking and see the flowers they are planting. I love the summer. I love how it's too hot and water fights are all we have. I love that a bunch of people gather so we can go to the beach. I love my friends whining about mosquito bites. I love that I'm not on my phone much because of the sun. I love going out in silly summer dresses and returning home sweaty. I just love it all.
It's not necessarily a man's issue, and neither will it hurt his pride or masculinity if things don't go his way. But he is a man that isn't fond of surprises, and likes to know ahead. This way he can prepare himself for any situation ahead, and the people close to him are all aware of that.
What they aren't aware of however, was that this was all just a facade to hide how vulnerable he was to sudden things and how taken aback he can look. And in a relationship, it's a great way to make sure that he can be as romantic as he wants to be with surprises.
And no, he will never admit this out aloud.
It's not his fault, it really isn't. But he has been like this ever since he was a child. He doesn't go as far as to do way-too-over the top things and proposals- like fireworks in the sky, or spending a fortune on just one ring. But he does use to his advantage his good memory. He remembers all the little things about you- what food you like and what flavor ice cream is your favorite, a piece of jewelry that you saw a couple years back, what part of your body you are most insecure of, and to remind you that you're beautiful.
So when five years ago you casually asked him if he wanted to be in a relationship with you while casually watching tv and eating shitty pizza in the middle of the night, he was pissed.
He had known you since Egypt, that being 2 years of developing a crush on you that had turned to love. You didn't piss him off like the rest and understood his boundaries. You were understanding and passionate about what you liked- he was absolutely whipped from the moment he saw you fight.
He had planned out everything- flowers, a necklace, your favorite restaurant, and ice cream afterwards; the dream proposal for his for his dream person.
So he absolutely lost it when you were faster at confessing for a week. Just one week and everything would've gone the way he wanted to. And not only that, you were pretty okay with the way you confessed. Like it wasn't a big deal at all.
At first he thought to say no, just so he could get it his way, but when he saw the way you were looking at him with heart eyes he couldn't help but agree. Sure he was sulky, but hey, he got what he wanted, right?
When you found out about what you had accidently done through Noriaki, you almost pissed yourself laughing. Jotaro was also there, a scowl on his face as he tried to cover his blush with his hat. You kept trying to hold his hand and kiss him as a way to apologize but he kept shooing you away, embarrassed.
When you two got home you were still laughing, and he was still embarrassed as shit. You weren't supposed to find out about his failed attempt, but you just had to ask why he had been sulky for the past couple of weeks.
Eventually he forgave you and said that it didn't cost that much anyway (it did). You still got to go to all these places, but it wasn't that special anymore.
Now it has been 5 years since you two got together, and things are looking your way. You have managed to put some ground rules about certain things, and boundaries about certain others. You communicate with him, and he communicates with you. Overall it's going perfect and neither of you could ask for anything better. So naturally, marriage was on his mind.
It was on your mind too, but you were too scared to say anything in case you ruin his attempt at a proposal like you did back then. Jotaro still mentions it from time to time, clearly buthurt about the situation still. So, you avoided the subject.
But when one day you go to visit his mother and to drop some tapewear off, she seemed to bring up a very valid point.
'Why aren't you two married yet? Does Jotaro not want marriage? Shouldn't you two talk about it?'
Honestly it was a good question. Because like the morons that you two are, you and Jotaro never actually had this conversation yet.
And then it hits you. What if he doesn't want marriage? Have the past 5 years of your life been wasted on someone that doesn't want the same things that you do? What about kids? Oh my God what if he doesn't want kids?
Holly -being the angel that she is- took notice in the way you stopped mid way of what you were doing just to stare wide eyed at the counter, and tried to dismiss the thought. 'I mean that's just a thought, why wouldn't he want to marry you?'
And then, the insecurities came in. What if you were the problem? Does he not like something about you? Is he not satisfied? Should you change? Your clothes, your make up? Or is it the sex? What if instead of a proposal he wanted to break up? After all, even the beginning of your relationship didn't go as he planned. Maybe he wants to break up.
So, you decided to do the same thing you have been doing for the past 5 years. Communicate with Jotaro. It was a serious subject to you, so you wanted to know where he stands. Taking a deep breath in, you unlocked the door of your shared apartment and entered it with fake confidence, determined to find out about your future.
And there he was, sitting on a stool on the counter peacefully, having just come home judging from his attire, with two pizza boxes in hand.
"Oh hey, how was your day?" He asks casually while setting the pizza down as he takes a look at you.
"Just peachy". You take off your shoes and slip on your slippers as you leave your purse at the entrance. You wash your hands at the kitchen sink and sit down beside him to eat. Food is more important, the future can wait.
"I got pizza since there was no food". He stated. He knew that if you wanted to talk about your day, you would. So he let you on your own for now.
You hum as you open up the pizza box as he started eating. You noticed that one of the pizzas had peppers on it and one didn't. You look at him.
"You don't like peppers, so I got you a separate one. You don't have to finish it if you don't want to". He talks calmly while munching on a piece.
Your eyes water at his thoughtfulness. Maybe it's the fact that you haven't eaten all day, or maybe it was the stress, but you can't help but let out a small sniff as you look at your pepperless pizza.
He instantly takes notice in this, and wipes his hands before grabbing your free hand. "Are you okay?" He gently rubs your knuckles and you glance at him with wide glassy eyes.
"Why won't you marry me?" You sob out and he pauses for a moment before clenching his jaw and taking his hand back.
"If you don't want to that's fine-"
"Fucking hell woman". He looks annoyed. He reaches for something from his breastpocket while avoiding eye contact.
And he pulls out a small box, small enough to fit one thing. A ring.
You clam your mouth shut and the tears in your eyes stop, but your eyes remain glassy. You feel so stupid.
He opens up the box and inside is a beautiful ring, simple and elegant, and you recognize it from four years ago where you pointed out (as a joke) that that's the ring you wanted when you two would get married.
"If you for fucking once would just let me do my thing." He sighs as he opens up his palm and you give him your hand, and he slips the ring in your ring finger, and it fits perfectly. Your other hand reaches for your mouth to try and conceal your smile.
He sighs as he turns away from you but this time he doesn't try to conceal his blush. He is bright red and he munches on a piece of pizza to distract himself.
You on the other hand, are over the moon, and you start giggling like a maniac before starting to laugh like one. You glance at the ring once more and you can't help but look at him with heart eyes. You reach up for his face and start peppering it with kisses while mumbling apologies.
Jotaro just sighs and pretends to ignore you but he has stopped eating and has wiped his hands, and now he is just sitting there accepting your kisses.
He grabs you but the waist and you continue to pepper his face with pecks and kisses while laughing. You are so stupid.
He looks less annoyed but you could tell he isn't completely calm. His blush has reached his ears when he asks you how you could think that he wouldn't want to marry you.He finally laughs when you duck your head into his neck embarrassed as you mumble what happened earlier.
And in the same way your relationship started, the same way it develops into a beautiful bond with the love your life, a bond that continues for years and years until you're both separated by death. And you swear this at the altar, and you swear this at each other, and you continue swearing this through good and through bad, through sicknesses and through health, you vow to love this man with your entire being and he vows to continue to love you the same way he has loved you since so many years ago.
And for the first time in his life, Jotaro can't say that he made the first move, because he didn't, and he didn't make the first move to the most important thing in his entire life. But as he watches you cradling your new born daughter, he thinks that maybe just this once, he can accept not making the first move.
Looks at you puzzled thinking he might have imagined things.
Did you just wipe his kiss away?
"Something wrong 'zuku?"
You're pretending nothing happened as you continue to look through the homework.
Eyes wide, blinking a couple of times before going in for another kiss, he is about to shit himself when you wipe again.
"Is something wrong with my lips? You usually like my kisses..." He mumbles the last part and you almost missed it, but he looked like a kicked puppy as he drew his attention back on the sheet of paper before him.
Eyebrows furrowed, he pretends to be focused as he tries to think of why you didn't want the feeling of his lips lingering on yours to last. He turns the next page loudly without realizing it as he misses your giggling.
"Come here" He sighs as you kiss him and tell him that it's a prank but he can't ignore his anxious heart beat.
"Don't scare me like that.."
Will kiss you again and again to 'forgive you'
You will definitely do this again.
Shoto Todoroki
Lifts an eyebrow slightly as you wipe your lips before him.
He was just in the kitchen getting a glass of water but all he seems to get back is, disrespect.
He doesn't know alot about relationships therefore sees kissing as something very intimate and necessary in one. So when you act like you don't want them...
"Are you mad at me?"
"Huh? No, why would you assume that?"
Now he is confused as he sets his glass on the counter.
"Is something wrong? Do you want to talk about it?"
Your heart melts at his concern as he fixes a piece of your hair behind your ear.
You almost aw as you peck him on the lips.
"Sho it was just a prank. I'm sorry" You were giggling.
Blinks and smiles. To him this means that everything is okay between you.
"Oh Okay. Just be careful with those." He kisses the crown of your head and leaves the kitchen happily.
Bakugou Katsuki
Furrows his eyebrows and has a scowl.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Hm?" You look unbothered and you don't look at him. Eyes focused on the show on your laptop.
"You fucking wiped your lips after I kissed you." He stands over you with his arms crossed, like a mother scolding her child. How dare you not appreciate his kisses?
"I don't know what you're talking about". You press play on the previously paused show and you hear him huff and puff as he leans down again.
Taking your chin in his pointer and thump, he kisses you again for a few seconds and then witnesses you wiping your lips with the back of your hand, unphased as you watch your favorite character take off their shirt.
His eyes are wide as he stands up again and pauses your show.
"Hey! I was watching that you-"
You're cut off because he turns your chair around so fast it almost makes you dizzy, but seeing just how pissed your boyfriend was, just inches away from you made your eyes widen.
"You wanna keep up your shitty prank and not get any kisses for the next month?"
You can't help but giggle at how buthurt he was about the whole situation. You reach up to his face and kiss him back giggling and when you let him go you see him blushing.
"Hm." He stands up and as you're about to put on your show, you can clearly see him wipe his lips.
