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In the last few days, Aizawa brought Eri along to school. He didn't have anyone to watch her, or it could have been the fact that he didn't trust anyone with the small girl. So it was best to have her where she could easily be watched by the people he knew and trusted with his own life.

However, there were moments where Aizawa would leave Eri along with Kayama. He had known her since high school, plus she was a woman. That had to help Eri understand herself better by interacting with another female. The only thing that he questioned about having Eri spend time with Kayama was that the grown female could be somewhat promiscuous. He doubted she would share anything with the small girl, but what if Eri disclosed anything that he didn't want to be known?

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Seated at a table, Eri softly smiled. On the table, she had plain white paper and crayons. Using every color she could, she created a picture with two adults and herself. She was in the middle, holding both of the adults' hands.

Approaching Eri, Nemuri hugged the small girl from behind. "Hey, how are you doing, Eri?" Lowering her head, she noticed the drawing Eri made. "What did you make?"

"I made a picture!" Eri cried, finishing up a few more details.

"Who's that?" She points to a female adult in the picture.

Taking a moment to glance where Nemuri was pointing, Eri chirped, "That's Miss Fukukado. She's my favorite!"

Widening her eyes, Nemuri was stunned at the small girl's words. "What? How do you know her?"

"Mr. Aizawa and I met her at the pet store. Then we went on a date...Mr. Aizawa doesn't like that term, though."

Lips instantly curling, Nemuri pulled a chair out and sat next to Eri. "So...what makes you think they're dating?"

"...I remember Mirio said something about how a woman and man get together or something… I thought...I thought that was it." Eri stumbled, sticking out her lips, deep in thought.

"Oh, he could be with another man, or she could be with a woman." Nemuri specified, assuming that she should determine more.

Confused, Eri tilted her head, not understanding exactly what she meant. "What?"

"Miss Fukukado could date a woman, or Mr. Aizawa could date a man. It's not just women dating men." The thirty-two-year-old explained.

"Oh. That's weird."

From what Nemuri could gather, Aizawa didn't talk about these kinds of things with Eri. Figures. "Why is it weird? If they're happy, then it doesn't matter, right?"

Eri thinks about it for a moment, smiles, and nods. "Oh, okay!"

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Arriving with Eri into the teacher's lounge, Nemuri stopped by Shota's desk and held up the picture that the small girl had created. "Look what Eri made." She smirked.

Lifting his chin, he turned his focus from his desk to the picture. Immediately when Shota saw a seafoam green-haired woman, he was screwed. Looking up at Nemuri, he pressed his lips together and said nothing. Out of everyone, she was the last person he wanted to know about this.

"So, what is this about? You haven't told anyone about this. Why is that, Shota?" Nemuri questioned.

Narrowing his eyes, Shota growled, "I would rather not."

Eri stood beside Nemuri. From her perspective, she didn't understand why Aizawa was hiding anything.

Yamada turned in surprise, Nemuri and Eri were standing next to Aizawa. Instinctively, he approached Shota's desk, expecting to be involved in the conversation.

"What is going on here?" He glances back and forth at Eri and Nemuri. "Did something bad happen?"

Eri bluntly answered, not thinking or realizing that Shota didn't want anyone to know. "Aizawa and Miss Emi are dating." Nemuri chuckled at the girl's response.

"What the...? Is that true, Sho ?!" Yamada questioned with a huge smile. It was what he least expected, but overall, it was humorous. "So you've been hunting a mommy, huh?"

Shota ignored the male, disgusted that he had to deal with any of this. Eri had no clue what was going on. "Hunting a mommy?"

"Oh yeah... Well ... forget it, Eri." He said smiling, possibly Eri did not see Eraser as a father figure, at least he and Nemuri could see it like that.

Toshinori, who heard Mic's words, came up clearing his throat. "Sorry, but we shouldn't interfere with the relationship between young Aizawa and Ms. Joke. It is a lack of respect." Turning to see Aizawa, he smiled strangely. "Don't worry, Aizawa, if you want to be happy with the young lady, you are more than free to be. I am proud that you have made little Eri part of your dates, after all, she needs parental figures."

Still not amused, Shota pressed his lips together and glared at all of them. He was annoyed at all of them. It wasn't a date. Or that's what he claimed. "It wasn't a date. It was us hanging out with Ms. Joke." He huffed, flaring his nostrils as he revolved his chair some.

"Hm, Eri told me it was a date. I trust her more than I do you, Eraser." Nemuri smirked, fond of how easily irritable Shota was.

"You said something about a date..." Eri muttered, starting to believe she was doing something wrong.

"Come on, Mic, Midnight, you're making it sound like the girl has done something wrong. Perhaps, the young Aizawa wanted to keep this relationship a secret, you know how reserved he is." Yagi replied, uncomfortable by the accusations they were making as they used Eri as a shield against Aizawa.

"All Might is right," Hizashi replied before Toshinori was relieved that they started being reasonable, Mic continued. "Eri needs parental figures. Now Eraser has to reconsider Joke's proposals and go out with her."

Furrowing his brows, he never considered her proposals to be legitimate. "Reconsider? Were they not a joke? What are you talking about?" He questioned, not understanding why they had to continue harping him on this.

Nemuri shrugged, not caring what anyone thought. "You and Emi should go out tonight. It's Friday. Seriously. Go, we'll watch Eri! You need someone, and Eri needs a mother figure so much. I know that you don't want it to be me either." He chuckled.

"It's true, you can go out with Emi. Eri can stay with us." Hizashi smirked as he placed his hand on Eri's head. "I'm sure Emi wouldn't mind."

"I like Miss Emi. She's nice." Eri chirped.

"Why do you all care. It's not your decision." Shota grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"So Nemuri and I will take care of Eri, and you can go out with that pretty lady." Mic pointed a thumb up at Nemuri. "Don't worry about us. We're more than qualified to watch Eri."

Questioning everything, Aizawa squinted at both of them. "Why should I trust you? You're forcing me to do something I don't want to. I don't want to go out with Joke. Leave me be."

"GO ON A DATE!" Eri whined, wanting whatever that meant to happen. It sounded like a good idea, so she went with it.

Hizashi looked surprised at little Eri, whistled in surprise, and shifted his eyes to Aizawa. Not knowing what to say, he just smiled nervously.

Toshinori crossed his arms and broke that awkward silence. "Since Eri has proposed it, what is your response, Young Aizawa?"

Blinking, he glared at all of them. "I hate all of you at the moment." Getting up from his chair, he went out the door, without pushing it in or grabbing his items.

"Where is he going?" Eri asked.

"Who knows." Nemuri retorted, watching as Aizawa left the conversation.

"Don't worry, little Eri, he doesn't hate you, he's just a bitter tsundere." Mic winked at the little girl. "Tonight we will see movies like 'My neighbor Totoro.' This way, we will remember Aizawa vs. his animated version."

"What's a tsundere?" Eri turned around, wondering what that word meant. "What's My Neighbor Totoro?"

Aizawa went off, not wanting to do anything than what his supposed friends wanted him to do.

Nemuri had a different idea for him. "I'm going to message Emi and tell her to come to Aizawa's. He has something he wants to talk to her about...Do you think that will work?"

Hizashi thought for a moment and nodded. "Possibly, but you must make your writing similar to Aizawa's. It must be convincing."

"You do it. You're attached to him practically!" Nemuri huffed. She handed him her phone. "Here...could we do it with my phone...?"

"I think. If this doesn't work, we can say goodbye to our retirement." The blonde took the phone and started typing a message to the green-haired woman. He had her number stored for a situation like this.

'Hello, Joke. I'm sorry to send this message so suddenly, but before you read it, I must warn you not to make the wrong ideas. I'm inviting you to see Eri again. I don't understand how, but she seems to appreciate you and has not stopped requesting your presence. Anyway, if you don't want to come, I can understand it, don't feel obliged to visit us.'

Before sending it, the blonde showed the phone to Nemuri. "Do you find it convincing?"

Taking the phone, she quickly looked it over and nodded, "Yeah...send that. Eri won't be there, though." She dictated, not knowing whether or not if this would make everything more complicated.

Eri cocked her head, unsure if she was actually going to spend time with Emi. "Am I seeing Miss Emi?"

"No, you'll be staying with us." Nemuri retorted.

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Shota made his way to his apartment. Throughout his walk, he tried to meditate all the about the conversation that all started over a drawing. It wasn't fair to blame Eri for misinterpreting things. Still, he didn't know why it was necessary to explain his relationship with the green-haired heroine.

He grunted, annoyed at the thought of Hizashi's words. Reconsider? Fukukado was just joking about dating him, wasn’t she? He didn't know the reasons why a woman like Fukukado Emi wanted to date someone like him.

Busy packing things, he heard a knock on the door, realizing that someone was visiting him pretty late. "I'm not expecting anyone...and it's late. What the hell." He groaned as he made his way to the door. Opening the door, he frowned, confused, yet stunned. "J-Joke?"

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Receiving the message from Nemuri, she was immensely confused about how it was from Eraser, but it was okay. She put on a floral dress, white flats, and her hair into a bun, hoping she would look alright for him. It felt nice getting dressed up. She still didn't know what Shota would wear, but that was alright.

Going to his home, it took thirty minutes along with public transportation to help. Arriving at his door, she knocked and waited for him to answer. It wasn't until she saw his reaction that she was confused. Why was he so stunned to see her? Did he not plan this?

"Um, yes? We're going on a date...right?"

"Huh? A date?" He asked, confused about the fact she was here. Shota scratched his cheek and growled. Nemuri and Hizashi may have gotten away with it now, but he needed to tell her. He looks her up and down, she was beautiful. Even thinking about it seemed awkward. "Can we talk about this date?"

Nodding, Emi wasn't sure what to do. She was hoping that he wouldn't just drop their date. Heck, maybe that wasn't what he expected at all. So many thoughts were going through her head, she didn't know what to do about them.

He walked to the living room, waiting for the woman to take a seat. He felt quite uncomfortable sitting next to her. He was ashamed to cancel Emi's plans. Wait. He really hadn't planned any of this, why does he care about everything? He folded his arms and sighed.

"I'm sorry you came all the way here...I guess Nemuri and Hizashi set this all up. Lately, they don't stop bothering with the matter after Eri made a drawing of the three of us."

Slipping off her shoes, she wandered over to the couch, sitting next to him. It was strange, but she dealt with it. What were they doing? Was he trying to hint at something?

Listening to him explain what happened, she frowned. "Oh...I should have known...I don't know why I got dressed for nothing." Getting up, she battled the tears forming in her eyes.

"Wait, Joke. " He violently clasped her arm. Realizing this, Shota released her immediately. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it that way." He cleared his throat and continued. "I'm sorry they fooled you... I feel guilty that you bothered to come all the way here ... and dressed like this. I'm not saying you look bad...you look beautiful...I-I mean...you look good." He confessed, scratching the back of his neck.

Emi widened her eyes. Turning around, she locked her eyes on Aizawa's grasp. "What..W-What are you doing...?" She blushed, startled about everything that had just happened. "Um...thanks."

"Whatever, Joke. I know I'm not dressed as formally as you are, but if you like I can reward you...Would you like to date me? You know, as ’friends,’ not as ... lovers or something like that." He scratched his cheek and shifted his gaze to the living room wall. "And what do you say? Do you want to go out or not?"

Cocking her head, she struggled to understand what he wanted. "Hm? What...what do you, mean...as friends? There is no dating as friends...so I don't know what you're talking about." His words about rewarding her bothered her, too, but she wouldn't think about it too much. "We...can go out, but I don't want it as friends, Shota. I'm sorry." she sighed.

"So ... how would you like to go out with me?" He asked, creasing his forehead. He felt that Joke would ask for a date as lovers. Maybe he could ask her the truth and resolve his doubts once and for all? Does she really have feelings for him?

Then again, he wasn't ready to feel like a complete moron. Having rejected his feelings for so long could make him want to hide his head in the ground after knowing that she was telling the truth. Perhaps after knowing the truth, he could be named the most naive of the year.

"Well, boyfriend, girlfriend. That's what it would be. It wouldn't have to be sexual, but it would get there; eventually, I suppose...that is if you want it." She sighed. Swiveling around, she bowed her head. "I'm pushing you into too much... I'm sorry...I didn't mean for any of this... it's probably too much... I'll just go back home."

"Wait, Joke. I have something important to ask...I hope this doesn't bother you, but I was never immersed in this type of relationship. I don't know exactly how to go about this, but I will try." He sighed, "I think I assumed for too long that this was all a joke... I apologize...Joke, I ... I have known you for years, I consider you an annoying and noisy person, but in the same way, I think you are someone .. special. You are positive, reliable, and have an admirable attitude. And... your physical qualities." He clears his throat, and his cheeks blush slightly. "You are ... you have a beautiful hair color ... your eyes ... are ... they have a very nice color .... tch, in a few words ... I find you attractive, that's why...I want to know what it is you feel for me? What do you see in me?"

Fluttering her lashes, she was stunned by his words. It was absurd to think that he actually wanted her. Found her attractive. What? It perplexed her mind. "I...I find you attractive too. You're very caring, sensitive...in your own way, you speak your mind, you have a reason for everything. I know that you will always do things no matter the situation out of your heart's goodness.

"So ... it was true." He covers his face. He takes a seat on the couch. "Sorry, I didn't know how to recognize it, I feel like a complete asshole, Joke. To think that all this time, I believed that you were joking with me about these feelings makes me feel ashamed..."

Fluttering her lashes, her face flushed. "It's alright. You didn't know...I didn't say I was serious either...I played it off as a joke. So it's fair." She dictated.

"I... don't know what to say... Never ... huh ...n-never has anyone noticed me, not like that. It's the first time a girl liked me." He verbalized with his face hidden. He avoided making eye contact with her at all costs that she saw his blushing face. He pressed his lips together and pouts repeatedly.

Giggling, Emi argued, "I always thought you had admirers. People seem to like you from what I can tell from the media. They think you're cute, especially with the UA scandal. I'm...I think they ship you with Hizashi too if you know what that means." She covers her mouth, knowing he wouldn't appreciate her making a joke of it somewhat. "But seriously, you need more confidence in yourself, Shota."

"Huh? Hizashi? That idiot is just a friend, maybe just a coworker... I think ... I'm just avoiding the subject. As for combat, I have confidence in my abilities. However, when we talk about things about love relationships, I am a disaster... I don't have the slightest idea of how to talk to girls, not that way...I shouldn't have said that..." He lays his head on the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling. "Anyway... Joke ... do you really find something as pathetic as this... attractive? " He asked.

Rolling her eyes, she sits on him. "You're not unattractive. Not pathetic, not uncaring or anything that would break a woman's heart." She smiled, caressing his face. "Thank you for this...admitting it or whatever you want to call this moment."

He carefully watched the woman sitting on his lap.

"It's... admirable that you have enough confidence to do something like this." Carefully, he placed his hand on Emi's waist.

Blushing, she gazed into his eyes. "Yeah...should we go out and do something, or are you going to sit there and not want to do anything with this woman?" She chuckled.

"Ah, well ...I think....we can go out together... But I would need you to get off my lap." He replied, embarrassed. His hand gripped the woman's waist tightly. He could feel something soft as his hand lowered a little, gently squeezing.

Blushing, she wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but she got up. She complied with what he wanted and took his hand, helping him up. "I'll let you pick where we go!"

He began to follow the woman. He did not find himself looking like going to a fancy restaurant, nor did he like it, the food was unpleasant and at the same time very expensive. "I usually eat fast food, I suppose it is not ... romantic." He scratched his scruff and lowered his gaze to the floor.

Laughing, she smiled, "Fast food? What about a bar...or a nice family-owned restaurant. It can't be hard." Fukukado assured him, thinking that it wouldn't be hard to find something they would both agree on.

When leaving the house, he looked askance at the woman. What should he do? Take her by the hand? Surround her with your arm? He had no experience, trying to remember how little he knew and how little he witnessed of the relationships he was surrounded by at the academy.. The girls walked, taking the hand of their boyfriend. Then, he saw it as something uncomfortable, this time, he felt a strange desire to take Emi's hand and intertwined his fingers. She watched Emi's hand brush the fabric of her dress, they were small and seemed soft compared to his enormous, rough hands.

Grabbing her shoes as they went out the door, she followed beside him as they went out. It was nice. She enjoyed all of it. Walking beside him compared to having him stare straight compared to now. She had caught him glancing at her or what it seemed to be, overthinking. It was cute. She enjoyed all of it; Yet, she wasn't sure if he did.

He looked away and moved his hand in search of interlacing his hand or fingers with the woman. He felt nervous, why? He had known Emi for a long time, why did he feel different now? "Can I hold your hand?" He asked permission before taking Emi's hand; Shota felt that if he didn't do it this way, he would be disrespectful.

Feeling his fingers, she didn't know what he wanted initially, and then he asked, making her turn red. Turning to face him, she nodded. "Yeah." Holding her hand out, she waited for him to take it as she reached out for his.

Shota turned to see Emi, looked at her hand, and then sighed. He took Emi's hand abruptly, being awkward about the whole thing. "So ... what would we be starting from now?"

"What do you mean?" She asked, not understanding what he meant. "Restaurant, us? I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about us, Joke. What are we? I'm not sure what I should call you, should I keep calling you Joke? We have long called each other by our hero name, will it be different now? I ask again, what is it that we are? I'm curious."

"Boyfriend, girlfriend, if you want...so we call each other that." Covering her mouth, she waited for him to question everything. Unable to hide it, she broke out in laughter. "No. But I'm thinking Emi. Shota. Our first names. Nothing special." She grinned.

"Hmmm ... I'm embarrassed to call you by your name, but I can try."

Upon arriving at the restaurant, he sat in front of the woman. He felt ashamed to sit so close to her. Reading the menu, he turned to see Emi. He was trying to be stealthy, yet he was far from being so. Obviously, he was staring at the green-haired girl.

"Try..." She smiled, trying to be assuring. Entering the restaurant, she sat across from him. It was nice. She was really hoping that they would be able to have an enjoyable time here. As far as she was concerned, they would unless if he told her that he didn't want to do this anymore.

"What would you like to eat, Eh ... Emi?" He responded by trying to have a polite tone in his voice, however, from the effort of pronouncing Emi's name, he made a remarkable emphasis in pronouncing her name.

Giggling, she pointed to the menu. "I was thinking of the sashimi. What about you?" She hummed, putting down her menu. "I really like it. Have you been here before?"

"I appreciate you doing this. I was a little nervous that nothing was going to happen when you talked about Nemuri and Mic...and how you said you didn't know about me liking you..."

"Well, this ... I think your company is nice... Mic and Nemuri suggested I invite you out. All thanks to Eri's drawing, she drew herself, you and me." He blushed, "They think I'm looking for a mom for Eri."

Flushed, she coos, "Are you looking for a mother for Eri?" Amused by Mic and Nemuri's behavior, she did have to say she was thankful that they did go ahead and do something like this.

"Yes. They believe that I would be the father figure. I only take care of Eri because I'm the only one who can nullify her power. I doubt she sees me that way, you know, like a father. I don't think I'm a good father either, I didn't have the best example, being honest." He admits, bowing his head in shame.

Frowning, she sighed, "Why do you feel that way? I bet you're super caring and give her everything she needs. Why don't you think you're better than that? Unless someone has said something or you noticed something about her behavior, I don't think you have to worry otherwise." She assured him.

"No matter what I say, she apparently doesn't feel comfortable with me. She prefers the company of Hizashi or Nemuri. Perhaps because they are more pleasant in appearance and attitude..." He rests the beer mug on his lips and begins to drink. Setting it down, he huffs. "I can't find a way to approach Eri the way others do. She only saw you for a moment, and now she doesn't stop thinking about you. Being honest, I understand her admiration for you. You're a cute and charismatic girl with a beautiful smile; You have a very special charm to inspire confidence and security. Your smile is part of that charm.

Cocking her head, she brought up the picture. "Did...Did you say that she drew a picture of us...if she did that...she thinks of you as more, Shota. There as to be a reason for all of this. I promise you." Placing a hand on top of his, she was really hoping he would understand what she was was talking about. "Seriously, I think she just knows you are different than Mic and Nemuri. She still loves you."

He looked at his hand and turned to see Emi. He drank more beer. Placing the mug on the table, he couldn't help but pout. He turned to see Emi again. Staring at her, his face was red. Possibly he was one more jar away from starting to get drunk. "Emi, would you give me permission to kiss you?"

Widening her eyes, she blushed. "Um...I guess...right now? Shouldn't we wait until we leave?" She uttered, embarrassed about anyone hearing him, or seeing them kiss in the middle of the restaurant. "That was really sudden too..."

"So... do you want to go? I don't think I can eat another bite." He sighed and looked at Emi. "Wait ... were you surprised? Why? Didn't you want that? How did you plan to marry me without kissing me before?

Gagging on her food, she blushed. Quickly she takes a drink of water and sets it down. "What the hell... I'm not just doing this super-fast, Shota. Commitment...it scares me. A lot. I'm sorry...I want to kiss you later tonight...you know, you didn't even have to ask."

"I'm just...stunned that you're attracted to me...I've never considered us before...that's a lie, but I didn't think there was any hope."

Speechless, Emi was stunned by his...words. What was this? What the heck? What was she supposed to do? React to this. "Um...what...what do you want to say?" She muttered, feeling like she was still stunned at Shota's words.

"My answer...about us..." He nervously smiled. Biting his bottom lip, he slowly gave her his cringeworthy grin.

Pressing her lips together, she contemplated everything. Why was Aizawa like this all of a sudden? She didn't get it. What was happening? "Um...may be yes? You just said...really, Sho...you're confusing me...what the hell is going through your head right now..."

"...I don't understand you, Emi. I try ... to be affectionate with you, then you refuse to reciprocate. "He leaned back in his chair and sighed." I don't understand how I should act for you. I want to kiss you, and you reject me. I want to marry you, and you reject me. Please, what do you want from me?"

Lip trembling, she bowed her head, tearing up. "...I do want to do all of that. I don't want to do it in the restaurant...with everyone looking...I want to be able to relax." She mumbled, feeling like she was overbearing.

"Huh? Well, can we go home then? Don't get me wrong, the date amuses me. But I think right now I want to be alone with you..." He dictated, unable to make eye contact with her, reacting the way she was.

Blushing, she nodded. "Oh...okay..." It was a lot to take in. He actually wanted to do everything she dreamed of even more...perhaps…

He took his phone and wallet and stood up. He turned to see Emi and rushed to take her hand. "Let's go now." He announced, curling the corners of his mouth.

Taking his hand, she followed him. She was surprised to see him enthused about getting out of there and holding her hand.

The streets were almost empty. Businesses were beginning to close. What time was it? He had no clue. He just wanted to get home. Holding Emi's hand, he cocked his head, looking at her blushing face and with an expression of confusion. "Are you okay?"

Scanning everything, she nodded, "Yeah. I'm fine. No worries. I'm just thinking is all." She hummed back, not thinking it was a big deal to fuss about any of this.

"If you don't feel comfortable, we can save this for another day." He replied, somewhat discouraged. Maybe he was rushing all of this. The alcohol helped him to have more confidence than he needed. Sadly, it left him in an anxious state. Maybe Emi didn't want this.

"No. We can do this, dont worry." She assured him, rubbing his hand with her thumb. "It'll be fine. Alright?"

"I think I'm pushing too hard. I just can't be calm. I feel very anxious." He sighed deeply.

Biting her lip, she stopped. "Why are you so anxious...Shota...please don't feel anxious. I'd love to do anything I can to help you."

"I want to be with you. Sleep with you. Kiss you. Have you as my wife... But, I don't know exactly what you would let me do first..."

"Oh?" She turned away, feeling embarrassed about the whole thing.

"Emi, did I say something wrong? Why can't you look at me?" He slid his hands around the waist of the green-haired woman, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I do want this... I'm just really confused. I don't get what's going on, Shota. I'm sorry..." She held him close, wondering if he would understand.

"In what way do you want to see me, Emi?" He replied as he held the woman in his arms

Tearing up, she felt she was pissing him off. "Shota...I want to be your wife... I'm just nervous..."

"I get it. Maybe we should slow down about this relationship. I mean, I could barely confirm that you really have feelings for me, and I already want to make you mine... That isn't right..." He admitted. Taking Emi's hand, he muttered, "Okay, let's go home. You can stay over in my apartment. I will use my sleeping bag, don't worry."

Blushing, she shifted her attention to what was around them. "Hm. Have you ever had sex? I'm surprised you're so horny..." She chuckled, still amused by his behavior. "If you want...we could just cuddle. That couldn't hurt, right?" She hummed, seeing nothing wrong with it.

"I have not had sex, much less have I "played" with my body. I remained focused on my studies and my work..." Shota mumbled, embarrassed about the whole thing.

Furrowing her brows, she pushes herself up and attempts to meet his lips. "Kiss me." She demanded not caring about what he thought. He said he wanted it before, so why not now?

Frozen, he was baffled by her sudden words. She didn't want this before, but now she did? It didn't add up. "Em..."

Impatient, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Seconds later, she pressed her lips against his. Instantly, she felt the sparks set off. She had never felt this way with anyone. Why was that?

Aizawa stood there, stunned over the whole thing. What was this? He had never kissed anyone, and here they were. All of it was amazing. Blissful. Enticing. He wanted more of this. Kissing back, placing his arms around her, deepening their passionate moment.

Emi loved every moment of it too. Pressing her body against his, she brought as much affection as she could. She really wanted this, and for the time being, she needed to trust him even if it was a difficult thing to do.

Breaking away, Shota gasped. That was the best kiss he had ever had. Even though it was his first, he needed more. He yearned for her. "Emi...I want you."

Agreeing, she nodded. "Alright...take me to your place..."