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Aizawa didn’t know why he thought taking his third years out on patrol with was going to be a good idea. He thought it would be a quieter day, maybe a mugging or something equally small, manageable, easy to do with his class of 20. But instead, he found himself caught in a concrete box of some villain with a Cement quirk who had decided to wreak havoc in a downtown district. Now he was stuck with Sayaka Yoshida in his lap, squished so tightly against him there was no possible way to move or even shift positions. It was...incredibly awkward. Stuck in a tiny box, in the dark, a wave of panic washed over Yoshida the second she realized the gravity of the situation.

“Uh... Mr. Aizawa?” Yoshida prompted quietly, trying to hide the waver in her voice as her hand pressed against the cold cement, as if testing its strength. Aizawa, although still, was struggling to stay calm on the inside. He took a deep breath as he kept a blank and tired appearance on the outside.

“Yes..?” he sighed back.

“How much oxygen do you think we have left?” she asked worriedly. Aizawa remained quiet as he tried to think about how much oxygen they actually had. It was a valid reason to worry. He could tell she was anxious by the sound of her voice.

“I’m not sure... How long have we been stuck in here?” Aizawa’s voice remained steady as he replied, keeping as still as possible as Yoshida shifted slightly on him. It was dark in the box and neither of them could see any indication of how long it’d been.

“No clue,” Yoshida answered. That was a fair answer. Aizawa went silent for a bit as the both of them stayed in the dark box. He then let out a small sigh.

“Have any bright ideas on how we could get out of here?” Aizawa questioned, still seriously regretting leaving the comfort and safety of his sleeping bag. He was trying to calm his racing heart.

“I could try to use my quirk, but I’m worried it might produce a backlash or run out of energy...I really don’t want to hurt you...or myself,” Yoshida muttered, burying her face in her hands.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about hurting me,” Aizawa replied before taking a small pause. “As for running out of energy, just don’t go overboard with it. I want to make sure you don’t faint in here,”

“But, the others, the rest of the class is out there...what if they’re standing around us and I accidentally hit them?” Yoshida asked, her voice rising in pitch the more anxious she became, her hands starting to tremble. Aizawa noticed her panicked tone. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Yoshida, I don’t believe that they will be. When we first got stuck inside this...box, I could hear them back peddling and yelling to get away. However, if I am wrong, then I will take the blame, okay?” Aizawa responded, remaining calm as he tried to reassure her.

“They-they’re probably fighting whoever is out there, right?” Yoshida asked, trying to quell the nauseating anxiety in her gut. “They probably called more pros, right?” Aizawa slowly nodded his head as he gave her shoulder a small squeeze.

“That is correct, I’m positive they’re all fine, Iida likely sent for help. They can handle themselves well and they have each other, right?” Aizawa said, trying to comfort her the best he could. Yoshida clenched her hands, trying to get them to stop shaking and took a deep breath.

“I’ll try to use my quirk now, okay Mr. Aizawa?”

“Alright, you’ve got this. Don’t over do it, just blast a hole large enough for the both of us to get out of this box, okay?” Aizawa reassured her, nodding his head calmly. He took a small breath as he braced himself for whatever may happen. Yoshida took a deep breath and held up her hands to the side of the box just inches in front of the two of them, her whole body quivering as she concentrated her focus into precisely controlling her quirk.

“Okay...breathe…” Aizawa reminded her gently. He took the one hand that was on her shoulder, and placed it on her back. Rubbing small soothing circles into the fabric of her blue hero costume, Aizawa took deep breaths himself. Trying to keep himself calm in case anything did end up going wrong. Yoshida’s cheeks heated up as the thought hit her how intimate the moment was. She was sitting in his lap and his hands were on her. Yoshida took another deep steadying breath and closed her eyes. Yoshida’s hands started to glow from her quirk, trying to keep the energy output low, but high enough to melt through the cement.

Aizawa continued to keep a composed appearance on the outside as his heart beat began to slightly pick up speed. In the dim light, he could see her cheeks turning a rosy color and with her brow furrowed in concentration, he couldn’t help but think she looked adorable in such a dire situation. Wait, did he actually think that?

“There...good…” Aizawa said quietly as he continued to rub his hand against her back soothingly. He kept his eyes trained on her glowing hands, watching intently. The glow blipped out as he spoke, breaking Yoshida’s concentration.

“Mr. Aizawa…” she groaned, hanging her head in shame. Aizawa gave a small sigh as she lost her focus. He placed the hand that was rubbing her back back onto her shoulder. Looking down at her, he said.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t beat yourself up for it. You’re doing good so far. You can do this, I believe in you. Go on. Try again.” Aizawa told her in a softer, calming tone that he rarely used for his students. But this was a special circumstance. Yoshida nodded, swallowing thickly as she re-centered her focus, adjusting herself in his lap, inadvertently pressing harder against him as she raised her hands to the wall of the box once more. 

Aizawa felt a sharp sensation when she accidentally rubbed against him and then gave a quiet breath. He could feel his face beginning to get warmer, but kept his cool demeanor, even if he was a little shook from it. In an attempt to soothe both himself and her, he begins rubbing his hand against her back again.

“Focus. You can do this.”

“I-I’m only going to put about a fourth of my power into this one, I really don’t want to cause an injury,” Yoshida said lowly, her voice wavering from her nerves. 

“That’s fine, do what you are comfortable with... I am not worried about being hurt, but take all the time you need to make sure you aren’t going to hurt yourself, okay?” Aizawa nodded, keeping a reassuring tone, though he is growing more worried on the inside. He was growing more and more uncomfortable in the tiny space, but his student’s safety is number one on his priority list.

“I-If I put too much power into one blast and it doesn’t get us out, I’ll only end up weakening myself and then we’re really screwed,” Yoshida explained as her palms started to glow once more. That is a very real and possible outcome. Aizawa swallowed thickly to get rid of the lump that formed in his throat. If that happened, then they’d be stuck there for an unknown amount of time. Aizawa hoped that it didn’t come to that.

“Understood,” Aizawa said quietly as he watched the yellowish white glow emit from her hands again. Yoshida concentrated hard, holding her breath as she shot the laser beams out of her finger tips, cracking the cement. She kept her hands pressed to the wall, increasing the amount of power, spreading it over her hands, trying to shatter a decent sized hole. Aizawa was impressed by the show of power being shown from just her fingers. His eyes widened as she increased the power of the laser beams, the beams spreading it down her hands. The cement around where she put all her focus began crumbling. That’s it. She’s doing it. She’s actually doing it.

Yoshida exhaled sharply as she pushed herself further, the concrete splintering and starting to fall away, showing just how thick the wall was. She kept the lasers going until she glimpsed daylight, now expanding the length and width of the laser even more to create a bigger opening. Aizawa let out a breath of relief once the cement started to fall away in chips. He could see the daylight from outside through her lasers. They’re actually getting out of there. He felt a small wave of emotions flow through him. He’d never admit it though.

“You’re doing amazing, Yoshida. You’re almost there…” He said with an encouraging tone. Her breathing had turned ragged as she changed the output of her lasers to a wider beam, making the exit bigger, expanding more energy than she probably should have. Aizawa noticed her uneven breaths, she was probably about to exhaust herself, but there was only a little more to go. He swallowed around the lump forming in his throat again. It was going to be a close call. Aizawa was worried.

“You’re doing great, just a bit more…” Aizawa repeated in soft mumble. The lasers from Yoshida’s hands tapered off as she finished the opening, sighing in relief, panting still.

“Haah, thank fuck,” Yoshida mumbled as she scooted off Aizawa and crawled out of the tunnel she’d made. The effort had taken a heavy toll with the amount of energy she’d used to carefully blast through without having the entire box crumble on top of the both of them. Aizawa sighed in relief too when she crawled off his lap and through the tunnel. Glad to finally get out of that cement coffin, his first concern, of course, was her condition. He quickly clambered out, and crouched next to her. Placing one of his hands on her upper back and the other on the bottom of her chin, he made her face him so he could look at her.

“Yoshida, are you okay? Your breathing is a mess... Have you overdone it?” He asked earnestly with a concerned look in his eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked up at him.

“Haahh, ‘m fine, just need to...catch my breath,” Yoshida muttered, her form trembling against the destroyed pavement. Aizawa gave a small sigh as he observed the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She definitely overdid it and was just trying to reassure him. He gave a slight nod of his head.

“Okay... Just take all the time you need. Take deep breaths, okay? I’m here for you.” Aizawa said quietly, calmly, though he was still worried. He wanted to check if she sustained any injuries from her quirk usage. Yoshida’s head snapped up and she glanced around fervently. 

“W-Where's the rest of the class? And the villain!” Yoshida exclaimed, scrambling to get to her feet. Aizawa reached a hand out to her shoulder to keep her from moving around too fast. The last thing he wanted was for her to end up fainting from overclocking her quirk.

“Don’t rush. You just need to relax right now. I know you’re concerned but they’re fine. I’m sure of it.” Aizawa answered with a tired look in his eyes. The ground beneath them rumbled and smoke plumed up into the sky from a building down the block.

“Come on Mr. Aizawa!” Yoshida implored him, starting to run on shaky legs down the street. He watched her run ahead, and couldn’t help the pang of worry through his chest. He knew how she’s pushing herself. He’d have to speak to her about it later on.

“Dammit-- Yoshida!” Aizawa called after her before getting up himself and running after her, trying to catch up. She sprinted toward the battle, seeing all her classmates fighting, a shot of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she entered the field, her hands glowing as she prepared to help. Aizawa groaned when he saw her enter the battle, not even taking a quick breather to rest her exhausted body before jumping back into action. Aizawa thought to himself how he would give her a solid scolding for overdoing it after this was all over. He was not happy he wasn’t able to get a chance to check on her thoroughly to see what injuries she may have sustained.

Aizawa started running even faster as he watched Yoshida recklessly leap into action, firing a laser at the villains nets where he had captured a few of the other students. The net was quickly incinerated and they were free to move again. Aizawa looked on, stopping at the outskirt of the battle to take a breath. She’s got this…

“Stay focused, stay safe,” Aizawa mumbled to himself before jumping in to join the fight as well. Yoshida yelled at two of her friends to assist with a combo attack they’d been practicing and they instantly got into formation, ready to attack the incoming villain. Aizawa watched as she began forming a pincer attack with her peers. It almost distracted him because of how adorable he thought she looked when she was being focused and determined to do something. He quickly snapped out of that thought though and jumped up, swinging himself around and using his capture weapon to take down more of the lackeys that were around.

More classmates joined in and started attacking the villain from all sides. Yoshida used her left hand wrapped around her other wrist to steady her aim and they blasted the villain together, causing his defenses to fall, giving Sero and the others a chance to tie him up. Aizawa watched as the villain finally fell after the team attack and then looked around. He was relieved that the battle was over. That’s when he noticed something.. He didn't see Yoshida anywhere around. He frowned and then began looking around for her.

“Where did she go off to? Dammit, where is she...?” Aizawa muttered quietly to himself. He was now worried even more for her. Yoshida was helping Tsu get out from where she was stuck under a pile of rubble on the opposite end of the building.

“Tsu! You okay?! You’re not hurt are you?!” Yoshida asked breathlessly as she knelt down next to her, adrenaline still pumping through her veins. Tsu said she was mostly fine, she just couldn’t move her legs that were trapped under the heavy metal beam. Yoshida shook her head, summoning any remaining strength to help her best friend. She braced herself on the beam and started lifting it, straining at the weight of it, only managing to get it a few inches up.

“Come onnn,” Yoshida growled at herself, pouring all her unexpended power into lifting the damn beam. Aizawa could faintly hear the sound of voices in the distance, so he began to head toward it. As he got closer, he saw all the debris, Tsu and Yoshida. His eyes widened when he saw Yoshida struggling to move it. 

“Yoshida! Enough! You’re going to push yourself past your limits!” Aizawa shouted frustratedly and quickly crossed the distance toward them so he could assist. But with a strained grunt, Yoshida managed to lift the beam enough for Tsu to wiggle out, and then she tossed it aside with a sharp exhale.

“You okay Tsu?” Yoshida asked, her hands on her knees as she looked at her, panting as sweat dripped down the side of her face. Aizawa crouched down next to the both of them.

“We need to get you checked out. Now.” he muttered.

“I’m fine, I’m more worried about Tsu, she- her legs could be broken,” Yoshida said shrilly, her mind clouded with anxiety fueled panic. “Tsu really, are you okay?” she asked again, turning her attention back to to the frog girl. Aizawa’s brow furrowed slightly at her worry. Don’t get him wrong, she should be worried, but he’s more worried about her. Yoshida needed to be checked out herself. 

“I’m okay, just a bit sore. Nothing’s broken, ribbit,” Tsu replied with a small nod. Yoshida knelt down next to her and wrapped her in a tight hug.

“Thank god, Tsu that scared the shit out of me,” she said shakily, currently running on autopilot. “Come on, I’ll carry you outta here, jus’ put your arm around my neck…” Aizawa’s eyes widened when he heard that. Was she about to carry Tsu out while she’s that exhausted?! No way... That’ll absolutely have her pushing herself past her limits and into serious damage. He couldn’t allow this. He stood up from his squatting position and placed a hand on her shoulder from behind.

“Absolutely not. You are going to overexert yourself carrying her. I’ll carry her instead.”

“She’s my best friend, dammit!” Yoshida argued, now walking toward where the rest of the class was gathered. Aizawa’s eyes widened even more when she argued back. His hand tightened its grip slightly on her shoulder, his tone becoming more firm.

“Yoshida. I am your teacher, my word is final. I will carry her and we are going to get you checked out, do you understand me?” He said with a stern and strict tone. There’s no way he’ll let her overexert herself even more, especially when he can carry Tsu out easily. Yoshida’s eyes darted between him and Tsu’s worried expression.

“Fine,” she gave in, taking a step toward him, helping Tsu put her arm around Aizawa’s shoulders. “Just be careful.”

“Finally,” Aizawa muttered when she relented. That was a bit of a hassle, but he’s glad she agreed. He gave a small, tired look in her directions and then carefully and gently wrapped one of his arms around Tsu’s back while he gripped onto her thighs with his other hand.

“I will be very cautious, don’t worry...” He reassured the two girls while he began walking towards the group, Yoshida trailing behind him. They met up with the rest of the class, Yoshida’s body still quivering with the adrenaline, her body still not relaxing and in fight or flight mode, still thinking about the danger, her body wanting to break into a run. Aizawa noticed how tense she was, letting out a sigh as they reached the class.

“Listen up,” Aizawa addressed the class with Tsu still in his arms. “Is everyone else okay? Anyone else injured?” Mineta raised his hand.

“I skinned my knee,” he said. Iida smacked the back of his head to get him to shut up. This kid was annoying as ever. Aizawa sighed before speaking again.

“Anyone else actually injured?” He said tiredly, repeating the same question. The rest of the class shook their heads. Yoshida’s arms were still tightly crossed and there was a frown still plastered on her face.

“Great. Now Yoshida and I will be getting Asui to the infirmary so Recovery Girl can look her over. I need one of you kids to carry Yoshida there as well.” Aizawa said with a quiet sigh. She perked up when she heard her name.

“I don’t need to be carried I can walk just fine!” Yoshida protested. Aizawa’s eye twitched slightly when he heard her argue.

“Yoshida.” He said with a firm tone, glaring at her. Why doesn’t she just listen? “Recovery Girl just needs to look you over. No harm in that and it’ll make me feel much more relief knowing you’re not badly damaged. Please, just let one of your peers help you get there.” Shoji walked over, knowing he was the best for carrying people. Yoshida just scowled and crossed her arms even tighter as she let him carry her, her face burning red in embarrassment. Aizawa gave another exasperated sign when she finally agreed. He would admit it was kind of cute that she got so embarrassed, but that was besides the point. Aizawa nodded at Shoji as a thank you.

“Alright, let’s go class.” he said. The group of students walked together while the authorities and other pro heroes started to take over the partially destroyed building. Once they all got back to the school, all the students except Shoji, Tsu and Yoshida went to the dorms to rest up while Aizawa walked them further to where the infirmary was. They navigated the halls until they reached their destination and Aizawa exhaled in relief. Now he’d be able to have Tsu checked out and have a stern talk with Yoshida. 

“Recovery Girl is going to look over your legs,” he said to the frog hero in training. “You will be checked as well Yoshida, there will be no arguing.” Aizawa said firmly, his tone not allowing any space for backtalk. Her frown deepened but she just nodded as she sat down on the bed next to Tsu and thanked Shoji quietly as he left. Aizawa gave another small sigh when he noticed her frown become more prominent. He’ll be lecturing her about her stubbornness after this.. A few moments passed after Shoji exited, Recovery Girl walked out of her office and over to Tsu’s bed. Recovery Girl began to look and inspect Tsu’s legs. Meanwhile, Aizawa stood next to them, between the beds. He kept his hands in his pockets while he stood there and watched.

Tsu was lucky, she only had a few large bruises on her legs, nothing broken or fractured and everyone was relieved to hear this.

“Good. Seems like everything looks alright. Now all we have left is to look over you, Miss Yoshida.” Recovery Girl hummed, glancing at Aizawa for confirmation. Yoshida rolled her eyes.

“Bye Tsu. Text me when you get back to the dorm?” Yoshida asked as she waved goodbye, then hopped out of the infirmary. Meanwhile, Recovery Girl looked over Yoshida for a moment, taking her hero costume gloves off, noticing burn marks on her hands, clearly caused by her quirk overuse.

“Hmm…” Recovery Girl hummed in thought. “Looks like you overclocked your quirk today.” Yoshida pressed her lips into a thin line as she watched the nurse inspect her hands, not saying anything to further incriminate herself. Recovery Girl hummed softly once more and then gave a glance towards Aizawa for a moment. She seemed to understand that this one was a more stubborn one, though she understood why.

“I’m going to heal your arms now, dear.” She informed quietly while she began to use her quirk heal the burn marks on her hands. Aizawa couldn’t help but glance at her hands every now and then. Yoshida stayed quiet and watched intently as the burn marked cleared up, luckily they weren’t too serious. Recovery Girl gave the student a stern look, her eyebrow raised.

“You need to be more cautious of your own limits when using your quirk. You shouldn’t push yourself past what you can handle. It could cause dire consequences.” Recovery Girl scolded, hands on her hips.

“Yes ma’am,” Yoshida muttered, glancing away.

“You’re probably going to be sore. You should relax for the rest of the day or it could end up with worse problems. I suggest icing any strained muscles.” she said, giving Aizawa a pointed look. Yoshida nodded at her instructions.

“Can I go now?” Yoshida asked impatiently. 

“Yes, I supposed you can. Mr. Aizawa here can escort you back to the dorms.” Recovery Girl said before turning back to her office. The two thanked her, Aizawa turning his attention back to Yoshida with his typical tired expression.

“Alright now, walk with me please,” he said quietly. Yoshida got to her feet and followed him out of the medbay. “What were you thinking during the battle? You overexerted your quirk multiple times.” Aizawa said tiredly as they strode down the hallway. He glanced down at her, seeing clear signs of exhaustion, she’s barely keeping herself up. He’ll have to fix that.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t even notice, honest, I think I was just fueled with adrenaline I didn’t even feel anything,” Yoshida said, keeping her eyes trained on the floor as she walked next to him.

“That’s what adrenaline does to you. It’s like you get a dose of energy and then you don’t notice how much damage you’ve done to yourself until long after the fight, or sometimes you don’t even notice at all. But that could cause you to get seriously injured or even potentially end up in the hospital.” Aizawa explained quietly. He didn’t look at her the while time he spoke, wanting her to listen. He was being serious.

“I know...I-I’m sorry for worrying you,” Yoshida said guiltily, her head hung low in shame. She was a third year, she should know better.

“Don’t apologize for worrying me. It’s my job to care for my students and worry about their well-being, even if you kids have the dumbest reasons for hurting yourselves…” Aizawa sighed, thinking about how often Midoriya used to land in the infirmary. He stopped walking, leaning down to look Yoshida in the face, a tiny gleam in his eyes.

“Yoshida, I need you to look at me,” She stopped walking too, her arms still stubbornly crossed and eyes glued to the floor as her chin quivered. Aizawa noticed her body language, she must’ve been feeling guilty about worrying. How cute…

“Hey,” Aizawa cooed in a softer, gentler tone. “Please look at me, I promise I’m not angry. I just want to look you in the eyes as we speak…” he said softly. Yoshida reluctantly glanced up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, her hands tightening on her arms. Aizawa gave a breathless chuckle, moving his curled pointer finger gently under her chin, lifting her face a bit more so he could actually look into her eyes past her bangs.

“There she is…” he cooed soothingly, trying to calm her, keep her from crying. Yoshida tried to blink away the tears, embarrassed at her show of emotion as her cheeks heated up. Aizawa couldn’t help but give another soft chuckle at her colored cheeks, thinking it was cute when she got all shy or pouty. 

“Yoshida. You’re an incredibly talented and intelligent girl, but I need you to make sure you’re thinking more strategically in the midst of battle. Pushing yourself past your limits can cause serious issues if you do it all the time. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I-I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking away as tears started streaming down her face, using one hand to cover her face, trying to hide her tears. Aizawa’s eyes widened. Dammit, she definitely thinks he’s angry, doesn’t she? He gently cupped her face with both hands to make her look at him again.

“Shh, don’t cry… Please don’t cry. I’m not mad, kid, I just want to help you make wiser decisions,”

“I-I know, I-I just f-feel bad,” Yoshida mumbled, a hiccup escaped her as she blinked through the blurriness of her tears to look at him. “I-It’s my fault, i-if I had gotten us outta that b-box faster…” she trailed off, dissolving into sobs. Aizawa pulled in a sharp breath when she cried more. She’s blaming herself? He wrapped her in a hug, holding her tightly.

“No. No, don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. Everything’s okay now. Calm down, please…” he spoke in a soothing tone. Yoshida was crying into his shirt, mumbling apologies. Aizawa hushed her and brought a hand up to stroke along her head with his fingers through her hair, his other arm around her back holding her close.

“Shhh, it’s okay, there’s no need to apologize any more. You’ve done nothing wrong, don’t blame yourself,” Aizawa said quietly, trying to comfort her. He’d admit, it was cute to see her all sensitive like this. She hiccupped once more as her crying finally lessened and she sniffled slightly, her shoulder slumping a bit.

“There, you’re alright. You’re such a good girl, you know? A good, talented student. You didn’t do anything wrong. You did marvelous today.” Aizawa praised softly, wanting her to know after she’d been feeling bad all this time.

“Mr. Aizawa, w-why—” Yoshida started but a hiccup interrupted her. “W-Why are you c-calling me all these nice things?” He gave a slight chuckle before answering.

“Can’t I simply compliment and comfort my best student?” Aizawa said in a teasing tone, his fingers still gently patting her hair. He had a soft spot for her, he might admit. Yoshida shook her head.

“I-I’m not, d-don’t say that,” she sniffled, rubbing at her eye with a knuckle. Aizawa tsked at her denial. She must have no idea how much he admired her.

“But you are. You are my best student. Do you want to know why?” Yoshida shook her head no. Aizawa rolled his eyes slightly and continued to tell her anyway.

“You have far more well developed skills and talent than most of your classmates, but you don’t use them on just yourself. You’re empathetic and supportive. You always check on other people, you have much more heart in you than a lot of people.” Aizawa explained. He could hardly believe himself that he was revealing all this to her. Yoshida sniffled slightly again as she rested her tired head against his chest.

“I guess…” she mumbled. The poor thing’s exhausted, probably has too much to process at the moment.

“I think it’s time you get some rest. You must be tired from fighting earlier.” Aizawa said. He should probably get her back to the dorms so she could get to bed, the other students must be worried about her. Yoshida nodded and pulled away from him, her face pink and tear stained from crying. He let go, but then took her hand.

“Good. Let’s get you back now. I’m sure your friends will want to see if you’re alright, especially Tsu.” Aizawa said as he walked with her out of the school building and down the sidewalk, it was a quick walk.

“I hope there’s some dinner left…” Yoshida muttered under her breath as she stared at the pavement under her feet. Aizawa had a faint smile as she held onto his hand but then scoffed.

“I doubt that. You kids eat like a swarm. They probably ate it all by now.” Aizawa replied. Yoshida hummed thoughtfully.

“You’re probably right,” she agreed quietly. Her quirk required the correct nutrition and rest after a lot of usage so she was hopeful there would be at least one plate left. 

“If they didn’t, we can just get you something from the cafeteria. You need to recharge your quirk,” Aizawa said, glancing down at her. She really did need food. They walked up the steps to the dorm entrance and Yoshida pushed open the door into the common area, wondering if anyone was around. When they stepped in, many students looked up. Yoshida’s closest friends Tsu and Ochako looked quite relieved while the others smiled at seeing them arrive.

“Hey, Sayaka, Mr. Aizawa! You guys are back!” Ochako called out as she stood, waving at them. Some of the others chimed in a greeting but Tsu hopped over and ran straight to Yoshida.

“Tsu!” she greeted her happily with a smile. “The legs okay?” she asked as she nearly tackled her in a hug. Tsu nodded and returned the hug while Aizawa stood off to the side. Most of the other students had gone back to doing whatever they were before, only a few that didn’t were Ochako who was waiting to speak to Aizawa—and Denki—who was looking at him confused.

“Of course they’re okay now! How about yourself?” Tsu asked with concern in her voice as she looked over her friend.

“Good as new,” Yoshida assured her. Tsu nodded and released her from the hug before stepping back to scrutinize her appearance while some of the other girls piped up.

“Oh gosh, we were so worried!” Jiro said from her perch on the sofa. Yeah, she definitely gave some people a scare today.

“Yeah, we wanted to make sure you were okay! I can’t believe someone captured you guys like that,” Mina said as she leaned over the back of the couch, remembering how the two had disappeared into a huge cement box.

“Yeah, it was kinda scary. Guess I’m glad I’m not claustrophobic,” Yoshida replied with a small smile. Denki snickered as he sat back down, a smug look on his face.

“It’s hilarious that you got stuck in a tiny box. You were probably really freaking out!” He said with a playful laugh as he glanced over at Yoshida to get her response. She chuckled along with him.

“Yeah okay I freaked out a little bit,” she admitted. Denki snickered once more but before he could tease her some more he got smacked on the head with a pillow, knocking him over slightly. The culprit..? Ochako, and she definitely didn’t look pleased with him making fun of this moment.

“Knock it off, Denki! She doesn’t need you teasing her the moment she gets back!” She exclaimed before stepping back and turning towards Aizawa. Yoshida continued talking with Denki and Mina as Ochako stepped over to speak with Aizawa. He raised a brow at her.

“What?” he asked in a tired tone, an uninterested look on his face, though he was curious to know what she had to say. Ochako looked at him for a moment, seemingly gathering her thoughts.

“Mr. Aizawa, I know you’ve probably already talked to Sayaka about this but I just wanted to say that me and a lot of the girls are worried about her…” Ochako stated gently. Aizawa nodded in understanding as he listened to her talk. He figured this would come up. As much as he didn’t want to be an eavesdropper, he had his eyes trained over to where the other students are, specifically, he was mainly focused on what they were saying to Yoshida.

“What are you getting at?” He asked quietly.

“You’ve noticed it too, haven’t you? The way she acts during lessons, her lack of self-confidence, and how she’s always avoiding everyone? I’ve noticed it for a while now but…” Ochako took a deep breath, a sigh escaping her as she spoke in a concerned voice. “...The way she talks about herself and her own quirk is a bit troubling. I really want to help her, but—” She didn’t even get the chance to finish her sentence before Aizawa interrupted.

“Of course I’ve noticed. Don’t think I’m ignorant enough not to have noticed,” he said dryly as he closed his eyed and shook his head. He couldn’t stand the self deprecation from Yoshida.

“But you said it yourself. She’s always avoiding everyone and she doesn’t try to open up to people... You can’t really help someone who’s not open to being helped, can you?” Ochako nodded.

“Well, I’ll still always be there for her when she needs it,” she said.

“...Good. She needs friends like you and Asui.” Aizawa murmured, glancing over toward the other students again. He watched them interact in a lighthearted manner, everyone seemingly returned to normal...Though there is one person he isn’t liking at the moment.

“Though, I really don’t like the way Kaminari is talking to her,” Aizawa grumbled quietly. He didn’t like the teasing, the flirting...at all. Ochako giggled.

“Denki? Oh he’s just a jokester, harmless, he doesn’t mean anything he says,” she said. Aizawa raised an eyebrow.

“I know he’s a jokester. I still don’t like the way he talks to her. Especially after today’s events…” he mumbled quietly, averting his eyes toward the blonde boy. Ochako only nodded before walking back over to the group. Yoshida glanced back at the two of them with a small smile as she came back. Aizawa closed his eyes after Uraraka stepped away and sighed silently with annoyance, a small amount of jealously stirring in his stomach. He opened his eyes the next moment and glanced over once more, returning Yoshida’s small smile with one of his own.

“Hey, is there any dinner leftover?” Yoshida asked the group. Denki laughed, he, Sato and several of the others had inhaled it all together.

“Nope. Sorryy but there’s none left!” Denki sang out teasingly with a snicker. But of course the others wanted to reassure her so they began objecting.

“That’s okay, I’ll make something,” Yoshida said, standing up from where she was sitting on the arm of the couch and heading toward the dorm kitchen. The others began to say things such as “Are you sure you shouldn’t rest?” and “You must be tired though” but Denki had only made himself more comfortable on the couch and closed his eyes as if he was about to sleep. But of course, Aizawa had other things on his mind.

“Wait.” He called quietly, following her towards the kitchen.

“Hm?” Yoshida looked over her shoulder at him as they got to the kitchen.

“Let me cook something, okay?” Aizawa asked, a serious tone in his voice. Though it wasn’t a question. He would cook for her one way or another. Yoshida quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Huh? But don’t you have like...teacher stuff to do? You don’t have to hang around the dorms to look after me…” Yoshida said, leaning tiredly against the kitchen counter. Aizawa gave a scoff in response. He absolutely despised that she thought she was bothering him.. This girl, why must she be so dense sometimes?

“That can wait. You’re more important than any papers or emails that need my attention. Besides, I’m not just gonna leave you by yourself. You’re exhausted and need food after all that’s happened.” Aizawa replied honestly while maintaining eye contact with her, silently pleading with her to say yes.

“I can make myself food,” Yoshida said stubbornly with a small frown, opening the fridge. Aizawa grumbled under his breath and glanced over her shoulder to see what she was looking for.

“What are you even going to make? A half-assed sandwich?” Aizawa stepped around her and pulled items from the fridge to cook a hot meal that would give her proper nutrients.

“Oh fine,” Yoshida relented. “Hand me an ice pack from the freezer, would you please?” she asked, moving out of his way to lean on the counter again. He gave a smirk when he heard her agree, a small victory in his book, though his smug look was quickly replaced with a concerned expression when she asked him for an ice pack.

“What exactly do you want an ice pack for? Are you in pain still?” Aizawa asked while pulling a small white pack and handing it over to her with a raised eyebrow.

“Recovery Girl said to ice my muscles, remember…” Yoshida reminded him, holding the ice pack to her bicep. Aizawa nodded slowly as he turned back to the stuff he’d gotten out of the fridge and started preparing it. 

“How are you feeling? Physically, I mean,” Aizawa asked quietly.

“You ever stretch a rubber band father than you should and then it’s all like loose and weak?” Yoshida replied jokingly as she leaned against the counter once more. Aizawa glanced at her with a raised eyebrow but nodded. He got the message. This girl… Always being like this. Though he did let a small scoff escape in amusement from her metaphor.

“You’re a dork you know that?”

“Yeah, I know,” Yoshida replied with a small smile as she switched the ice pack to her other arm and let out a soft sigh at the chilly sensation. Aizawa rolled his eyes scoffed once more when he heard her response. He was both irritated and amused with her. How is this even possible?

“Whatever…” He mumbled quietly before he looked over to her. “What do you do to keep your quirk so... Controlled and stable? If you don’t mind me asking.” Aizawa asked curiously. Yoshida chuckled.

“It’s another dorky answer so I don’t know if you’ll want to hear it,” she replied. Oh boy. Aizawa was intrigued now.

“What is it?” he asked with a smirk. He loved hearing her say dumb stuff, even if it was a little tiring. Yoshida adjusted her ice pack again before speaking.

“So, you ever been in the shower and you have the water streaming down your arms in such a way that it shoots off your pinkies like a jet? She asked. Aizawa looked at her, confused. That was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. What does that even have to do with her quirk?

“Okay-- I’m a bit confused. What does that have to do with anything?” Aizawa asked.

“Well, ‘cause it’s like, when that happens in the shower, you can move your arms around and the water will still shoot off your finger but you have to be precise about it, you can’t let your elbows go too far away from your hips and you have to be under the shower head properly, right?” She rambled with a grin. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he thought about what she said. It still didn’t make complete sense to him, but he sort of got what she was trying to say... When did she ever make total sense though?

“Okay… And...?” He asked still confused, he just wanted her to get to the important part of this whole ramble of hers.

“So, if I concentrate the energy properly in my hands, I can shoot off the lasers however I want,” Yoshida said. “I sort of imagine it like streams of water. I guess I should’ve just started with that.” She finished sheepishly.

“Huh. That makes sense, I think I get what you mean. I have one last question though...what made you think of that? How did you discover this?” Aizawa asked curiously.

“When I was in the shower, duh,” Yoshida replied with a smile but it faded away as she recalled the event. “And then I accidentally blew up the shower...My dad was really not happy about that one.” Aizawa almost choked on his own saliva when he heard this, barely keeping a straight face and quickly regained his composure. 

“You blew up your shower?! Oh Jesus Christ—” Aizawa exclaimed with a shake of his head and a small chuckle. 

“Yeah, it wasn’t pretty,” Yoshida said, switching the ice pack over to press against her shoulder instead. “Mm, that smells good, Mr. Aizawa,” she commented, nodding toward what he was making.

“Yeah well, it certainly isn’t rocket science... I’d hope I would know how to decently cook food.” He mumbled quietly as he continued to cook the food, he was almost done with it, he just needed to finish up and he would be done in another few minutes.

“Ah, do you want bowls or plates?” Yoshida asked, realizing she should help get things set up. Aizawa gave a small shrug in response and thought for a moment. He then glanced at the pot he was currently cooking the food in and gave a nod.

“Bowls would be best, if that is okay.” He said quietly and continued to cook for a minute more. He didn’t want to under cook it or make it too burnt, so he needed to be extra careful and make sure it was perfect. Yoshida opened the cabinet above the sink and stretched up on her tip toes to reach the bowls.

“Ow…” her strained muscles protested her attempt and she rubbed her tender arm. When he heard her pained noise, he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. He glanced over at her over his shoulder and scoffed quietly under his breath.

“Hey, be careful. You’re still sore. Here, let me grab those for you,” Aizawa said gently in a quiet but firm tone. He put the pan he was cooking on off the heat and turned to walk over to her.

“Sorry…” Yoshida said softly, backing out of his way.

“Don’t apologize,” Aizawa muttered while taking two bowls from the shelf, setting them on the counter. “Sit,” he said, motioning to a chair. He didn’t want her to over do it and make her muscles worse. Yoshida nodded silently and went over to the large kitchen table, sat down, crossed her arms and rested her weary head on her arms, the ice pack now resting on her thigh. Aizawa watched her, resisting the urge to go over and just hold her. He was so scared she’d overdo it and land herself in the nurses office again. He shook the thought out of his head and filled the bowls with rice and the fish before setting them on the table and sliding into the seat in front of her.

“There you go,” he murmured, sliding a pair of chopsticks across the table as well. Yoshida closed her eyes and inhaled the delicious scent with a smile.

“Looks really good Mr. Aizawa, thank you,” she said, picking the chopsticks up. They quietly began to eat without saying anything and he glanced back at her again. He liked to watch how she eats. She seems to always enjoy food like it’s the best thing in the world. He always found it cute but he never said anything. She nodded as she chewed.

“Wow this is...just wow.” Yoshida said before taking another bite. Aizawa gave a smug smirk at the compliment. It made his heart flutter.

“Yeah? You really like it?” Aizawa asked, a satisfied look on his face as she chewed happily. Yoshida nodded again as she swallowed.

“Yeah, I can already feel the food coma coming on,” she replied, tapping her chopsticks against the bowl. Aizawa could already picture her nodding off at the table from exhaustion once she finished her meal.

“Don’t fall asleep at the table, okay?” Aizawa gently reminded her with a smile.

“I won’t,” Yoshida assured him. “Last time that happened, my back hurt for like a whole day,” she said, taking another bite. A small hum of acknowledgment left his throat when he heard her reply. He knew the feeling. He had fallen asleep at his desk quite a few times before and his back always ached like hell. Sometimes he was surprised he is still functional from the amount of unhealthy sleep schedule he has. He went quiet as they both continued to eat and after a moment or two he quietly spoke up once again.

“You should take a warm shower after you finish eating. It’ll help with your sore muscles.”

“Oh, that’s smart. I was planning to just flop onto my bed and sleep,” Yoshida replied, pushing some of the remaining rice around the bowl. Aizawa tsked quietly and shook his head. 

“I wouldn’t recommend that, it’s better to shower first. Trust me on this one.” He said, finishing off his meal.

“Yeah, but I’m so tired,” Yoshida muttered, polishing off the last of her food. Aizawa gave an exasperated sigh when he heard her excuse once again but ignored it with a scoff.

“I don’t care if you’re tired, you’re gonna go take a nice, hot shower and you’re gonna take the next few days to let your muscles recover.” He said with his typical teacher firmness in his tone, though he did feel a little bad for being stern with her.

“Yes, Mr. Aizawa,” she said, standing from the table and picking up her bowl. “Are you finished? I can put yours away too,” Yoshida offered. Aizawa gave a quiet grunt, sliding his empty bowl over to her with a nod in confirmation he was done. He watched her as he leaned back in the chair, hands in his pockets. He always liked watching her. It never failed to be entertaining, and she was so cute. 

Yoshida put the bowls and the pan in the dishwasher, taking the soap out from under the sink, put some in and started it. She took a dish rag, wet it a bit and started to wipe down the counter space. A slight feeling of guilt and admiration began to well up inside him. She probably didn’t feel good and yet, here she was. Cleaning up their mess. All because he made her food.

“You don’t have to do that. I could clean that myself.” Aizawa said with a frown. 

“Well, you cooked, so I clean, it’s only fair,” Yoshida countered as she tossed the rag in the sink then wiped her damp hands on her blue leggings. He stared for a moment and he could feel his heart warm up at her kind gesture to pay him back and take care of the mess. He almost wanted to just pull over that chair and sit her on his lap… And kiss her. Or maybe even just hug her. Oh, he missed her hug so much... His mind went back to when he had her in his arms just earlier.

“Thank you,” he said, pushing his chair in as he stood from the table.

“No prob,” Yoshida replied. “Alright, shower time.” she announced. “Bye Mr. Aizawa,” she said, giving him a little wave as she exited the kitchen and headed toward the girls side of the dorm building.

“See you in the morning, trouble maker,” he called softly after her, a quiet affection in his tone. He knew it was time for him to head back to the teacher apartment, and left as well, bidding the other students in the common area goodbye as well. Yoshida had quickly taken a shower, thrown her hero costume in the wash, changed into pjs and promptly fell asleep the second she laid down, her favorite pink dinosaur plush in hand.

Aizawa arrived back at his apartment and once there he let out a soft sigh. He pulled out his keys from his pockets and unlocked the door. He shuffled into his apartment and shut the door behind him. He locked the door behind himself and threw his keys to the side, he kicked off his shoes in the genkan and made his way deeper into the small apartment. He got ready to go to bed and then got in bed himself and closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. But something in the back of his mind wouldn’t let him.

His eyes opened once again when he realized he couldn’t sleep. Damn problem child. All he could think about was her. His mind was racing with thoughts about Yoshida, how much he missed her at the moment. He couldn’t stop thinking about holding her, her bright, contagious smile, her infectious dorky laugh… Aizawa reached for his phone off the nightstand and sent her a text. He needed to do something to get her off his mind. Maybe talking would help. Or make it worse.

Yoshida’s phone dinged but she slept straight through it. Aizawa waited a minute for a reply but quickly realized she was likely asleep due to how tired she was. A mix of disappointment and relief filled his chest. He should’ve expected it, but dammit. 

He set his phone back down and set his alarm to get up for school tomorrow. At least he could see her then. But even just the few hours between felt torturous. Jesus, he really needed to do something about these feelings. Soon.

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He set his phone back down and set his alarm to get up for school tomorrow. At least he could see her then. But even just the few hours between felt torturous. Jesus, he really needed to do something about these feelings. Soon.

The next morning, Aizawa woke early to his alarm and groaned into his pillow with a mound of exasperation. He rolled onto his back, laying still for a minute before he sat up and yawned, turning his alarm off as he checked the time and grumbled under his breath. 

“Ugh. 6AM...Time to get up.” Aizawa continued his morning routine before setting out of his apartment for the day, walking over to the UA main building to get ready to teach. Over in the 1-A dorm building, Yoshida slept straight through her alarm, not even totally rousing to the knocking on her door when Tsu was worried she didn’t show up for breakfast. Yoshida eventually shuffled over to the door, yanking it open.

“Tsu? What’s going on?” Yoshida grumbled sleepily.

“You don’t want to be late to class, do you, ribbit?” Tsu replied.

“Oh, is it school today?” Yoshida asked through a yawn, scratching her head. “I’ll see you in class Tsu, thanks for waking me.” She hastily got into uniform and slipped some fruit into her backpack before heading over to the big, glass UA building. Aizawa arrived, making a beeline to the teachers lounge, sipping on his thermos of instant coffee. He nodded at Midnight and Present Mic who were already there. He listened as they chatted then glanced up as he saw All Might shuffle into the lounge as well.

“Hey All Might,” Aizawa greeted quietly with a respectful nod. All Might said his good morning greetings to them and then he and Present Mic continued their conversation. Yoshida had barely arrived on time and threw herself down at her desk between Denki and Tsu. 

“Man I’m so tired,” Yoshida grumbled, mostly to herself, laying her head on the desk as she listened to Denki and Kirishima argue before Aizawa walked in. He stepped toward the podium in front of the board and turned to the class.

“Alright class, settle down please. I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?” Aizawa asked while scanning the classroom, taking a sip of his coffee as most of the students said good news. Yoshida propped her head up on her fist, now curious. Aizawa sighed at the fact they wanted the good news first, he’d prefer to do it in the reverse order but whatever.

“Okay, good news first then...Today will be a fairly calm day. No drills.” He announced, taking a moment to let them digest the information.

“And the bad news?” Mina piped up.

“We will be focusing on the first part of the written exam for most of the day. I know it isn’t exciting, but it’s extremely important to do well on.” Aizawa explained, listening to several students groan and complain. Yoshida, however, smiled. She never minded studying, it was usually easy for her. After letting them complain for a moment, he quickly shut them up by shooting a sharp glare in their direction.

“Quiet, please. I don’t need to hear your bellyaching. Now, let’s just start with a review.” he said, turning to grab the papers with written questions and reviews for the exam. Aizawa handed them out to each student. The packet was thick. Yoshida accepted the papers from him with a smile, thanking him and instantly got to work. Denki turned to her, his eyes wide.

“Sayaka, you gotta help me study,” he begged.

“Sure, we could work together at meal times if you want,” Yoshida offered. Aizawa overheard the conversation between the two and was immediately annoyed with how close Denki and Yoshida were sitting together. But the thing that really got to him and pissed him the hell off was when he heard Denki basically expect and demand for help from her without even saying please or thank you. Aizawa gritted his teeth behind his capture scarf while he continued to hand out the papers to each kid. Once he was done, he slipped into his usual yellow sleeping bag, getting comfortable and observing the class for a moment, making sure they were working before he dozed off.

The class worked quietly for a while. Yoshida was tearing through the packet easily. It was all content she’d worked on before so it was mostly simple stuff. It was an hour or so before Yoshida was pretty much finished. She flipped through the papers, double checking all her work for any mistakes, tapping her pencil against her lips. Aizawa had blinked awake, looking out over the class, his eyes instantly zeroed in on Yoshida in the third row. After a few minutes, she seemed satisfied with her work and took the packet up to the podium. 

“Sorry to bother you Mr. Aizawa, but do you have any other review packets or practice sheets?” she asked quietly, bending slightly to meet his eyes in the sleeping bag. He sat up a little straighter, clearing his throat.

“Yeah, I have a few. Why? Did you finish already?” he asked quietly, unable to hide his surprised and impressed look. Yoshida nodded and held out the packet to hand in. Aizawa’s eyes widened once again and his jaw slightly fell open as he took the packet of papers from her and looked down at it thumbing through the completed packet for a moment in disbelief and then raised his eyes up at her.

“You...You finished all of it already? You didn’t cheat did you...?” Aizawa asked with raised brows. He couldn’t wrap his head around how she finished it all in around an hour. Yoshida crossed her arms and frowned.

“I really hope you aren’t being serious, Mr. Aizawa,” she whispered, deadly quiet. He glanced back up at her, seeing the displeased expression on her face, the sharp tone as well, immediately realizing that question may have sounded stupid.

“I didn’t mean that, I was just surprised to see you’re done already. I didn’t mean to imply anything, kid.” Aizawa tried to quickly backtrack and explain himself, looking a bit like a dumbass for offending her right after she politely handed in her work and even asked for more.

“If this is all we’re doing for class today, may I go back to my dorm please?” Yoshida asked quietly, not meeting his eyes. She was still tired from yesterday’s excitement. Aizawa nodded slowly after he got a good look at her. Her shoulders were slumped, the circles under her eyes were darker than usual, and her eyes were bloodshot too. She really did look tired.

“Yeah, that’s fine. You’re dismissed. Get some more sleep okay?” Aizawa replied quietly as he set the review packet down beside himself. His tone was genuinely caring and soft as he spoke. Yoshida turned on her heel back to her desk to grab her backpack, giving Tsu a fist bump before leaving the classroom. Aizawa’s heart sank when she didn’t reply. And the look on her face after his comment...She was probably annoyed with his stupid question. Dumbass! He could’ve just said good job for finishing like a normal person. What’s wrong with him? He cursed himself for being a jackass as he silently watched her leave.

Yoshida felt horrible. There was anxiety building up in her chest as she walked back to the dorms. If Aizawa thought she was cheating, did any of her classmates think that too? Did they hate her for always being first to turn in her assignments and tests? She’d always been the first and didn’t think twice about it, denoting the reason to just because she could read fast. And Mr. Aizawa didn’t even apologize...Yoshida’s heart was heavy as she climbed into her bed.

Aizawa had just watched her leave and sighed softly. His heart was aching. What a dick... He shouldn’t have said that. He knew better. His head was filled with a whirlwind. He wanted to march out of the classroom after her and apologize but he didn’t know what to say and it might only make her angrier. He didn’t want to push her more. Eventually, Yoshida fell asleep, curled on top of her blankets with her dinosaur plushie tucked under her arms, her tear stained cheeks pink as she dozed off. Another hour later the bell signaling lunchtime chimed through the school and the students were allowed to leave the classroom for lunch. Aizawa groaned internally once he heard the chime and silently cursed it for interrupting his thoughts. He slowly got up from his sleeping bag after the class started to walk out. There was no sign of Yoshida anywhere during lunch much to his silent surprise. He thought for sure he would’ve at least see her come to grab lunch and then sit somewhere with her friends to eat. Yoshida had slept right through lunch. As Aizawa was looking around for her, he spotted Tsu, her usual lunch buddy. Aizawa stared over at where Tsu was eating and noted she was alone and there was an empty seat beside her. Aizawa let out a quiet sigh before he sat down beside Tsu, nodding in greeting.

“Oh, hello Mr. Aizawa, ribbit,” she said.

“Hello Asui. Is this seat taken?” Tsu shook her head no.

“That’s Sayaka’s usual spot but since she’s not here today it’s alright,” she replied. Aizawa’s eyes widened slightly and his heart warmed faintly at that. Her usual spot? So they sat together often. He took another sip of coffee.

“Yeah. She looked pretty tired this morning. Is she alright?” Aizawa inquired quietly because he was still worried about her. Tsu shrugged as she chewed.

“I had to drag her out of bed to get to class...I think she’s still a bit shaken up from yesterday,” Tsu said slowly. She didn’t look like she got much sleep. That’s probably why she was so exhausted this morning. That makes sense. He silently cursed at himself. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel like she wasn’t good enough.

“Maybe she should start drinking coffee like you,” Tsu chuckled as she continued to eat her lunch. Aizawa couldn’t help but chuckle at that and quietly nodded as he took another sip of his coffee.

“Maybe... Caffeine seems to be the only thing keeping me awake these days. With you class of terrors.” He said with a faint smirk on his face as he took another sip from his thermos. At the mention of the class, Denki, Kirishima, Bakugo, and Mina saw Aizawa sitting with Tsu. 

“Oh, Mr. Aizawa is in the cafeteria? Let’s sit with them!” Mina said and the four sat down next to Tsu and he. Aizawa tensed slightly from hearing the group of problem children’s voices and groaned as they sat down beside him. Of course they needed to sit at his damn table. The only problem child that he actually wants at the table isn’t even here. After listening to the kids argue and tease each other, discuss homework and recent hero news, the bell rang, meaning it was the end of lunch period.

“You menaces need to get to class... And try not to blow something up while your at it, Bakugo.” He said with a sharp tone to the problem children that sat beside him. Class 1-A was headed to their next study class with All Might. They all bid goodbye to Mr Aizawa and left. Aizawa sighed quietly and nodded as he turned and made towards the teacher’s lounge or the teacher’s office. He had a lot of grading with the upcoming final exams for his students coming up in a few weeks. He went to his desk and began grading the recent packets. A few hours had passed and he had pretty much finished grading the papers from the class, most of the class had passing scores and he had written some notes for those that struggled with certain topics. He moaned as he leaned back in his chair and stretched his back out after sitting in the same position for hours on end. He was so tired. Being a teacher was exhausting. As he was stretching out his back he heard the door of his office open and he looked up to see who it was. Probably just another teacher to bug him about doing their paperwork in their place... Or a student looking to ask him something. It was All Might. Of course him, of all people. He shook himself, looking over at him as he shut the door behind him.

“Hi Shouta,” All Might greeted him.

“Hello, Toshinori. Is there something I can help you with? If you forgot more of your paperwork again, I’m going to strangle you…”

“Hahaha, no, do not worry, Shouta. I was just going to ask if you knew why Young Yoshida was not in my class today,” All Might said. Aizawa groaned for the millionth time and nodded as he remembered she wasn’t in class after they spoke.

“Yeah, I know why... She’s still exhausted from yesterday and asked if she could rest back in the dorms. She seemed tired so I allowed her to.” He explained to All Might and rubbed his hand tiredly on his face as he leaned against his desk slightly.

“Ah yes, I heard about this from Young Midoriya. It seems yesterday was quite busy for you all,” he replied, nodding. Aizawa still felt guilty over the way things happened with the patrol. It could’ve been a lot worse.

“Yeah it was... I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. We were lucky nothing worse happened,”

“Well, have a good weekend Shouta. See you bright and early on Monday!” All Might said with a salute before heading out. Aizawa raised his hand up to wave slightly at him. He finally closed the door behind him as he left Aizawa in his blessedly silent and peaceful room.

Yoshida had finally woken up and checked her phone to see that text she’d had missed from Aizawa last night. She simply liked the message and put her phone back down in her pocket before going to see about getting something to eat. Aizawa opened the push notification and the messages from last night showed up on the screen and Aizawa’s eyes quietly widened when he saw that she liked his goodnight message.

He...He wasn’t completely in her bad graces. She actually liked the goodnight message he sent. Aizawa’s chest warmed and his heart fluttered faintly at that. Yoshida considered writing a message back but she just grabbed some dinner in the common area, chatting with Tsu and some of the other girls before heading back to her room to eat alone.

Aizawa kept staring at the message that she liked on his phones screen. Should he message her again? It might be too much or not appropriate. Should he? Or... Should he let her come to him? He didn’t want to push her into anything. After a few moments, Aizawa typed out a message. Just a quick check in to see if she was still alright... He couldn’t help it. Yoshida’s phone buzzed and the message read:

“Hey kid. How are you feeling? Better I hope?” He’d sent the message and added another one after. “Sorry if this message bothers you or anything. I was just wondering.” His heart was doing flips as he waited for a response. She was still a little upset with him but didn’t want to ignore him. Yoshida typed back:

“im fine” Aizawa stared at that for a bit.. She said she’s fine.. That’s good.. She’s alright.. He slowly exhaled quietly in relief at that and shook his head faintly at himself. He slowly typed out another message. “That’s good. Have you eaten yet? I know you’re tired but you still need to keep up your energy at least.” 

“im eating sushi” 

“Good. Make sure you have enough to eat. I don’t want you passing out in class, that would just give me more work.” Aizawa sent that with his usual deadpanned humor. 

“im eating dinner and studying for a bit then going back to bed”

Aizawa groaned quietly once he read the message and raised an eyebrow. She was going back to bed right after eating and studying? What about her friends?

“Why so early? Don’t you want to spend the weekend with your friends now you’ve had a chance to rest?” 

“i dont really feel up to it today” 

“That’s alright. But you’re sure you don’t want to hang out with the others? Just to warn you, I’ll know if you’re lying. It’s the eyes of a pro hero.” Aizawa sent, hoping the sarcasm would carry over text.

“im tired and upset, i dont want to bring down the mood”

Aizawa’s eyebrows furrowed at the new message. She was tired and upset...so what...Was she upset with him right now? 

“It’s fine to be tired and upset, it’s not a crime. But are you upset with me? Right now?”

“yeah im upset with you a little”

Aizawa inhaled deeply and exhaled quietly when she confirmed he was in fact correct.. She was upset with him right now. Yeah. He expected that. He shouldn’t have questioned her.

“And why are you upset at me? Was it for this morning or something else?”

“you insinuated i was cheating on the test review this morning when just yesterday you told me i was your best student”

Aizawa’s eyes widened slightly when he read the message back to him and he sighed. That’s...That’s not what he meant. Did he actually word it that way? Of course he did. Dammit.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I just couldn’t get how quickly you got the work done. That’s all. I know you wouldn’t cheat.” 

"i get 100% because i study my ass off every night. i would never cheat. theres a reason everyone else in class asks me to help them study"

Of course she’s just been studying every night. And it’s no wonder other class mates ask her for help. She gets perfect scores on everything, she’s practically perfect and smarter than the whole class when it comes to classwork.

“I know you don’t cheat. You’re smarter than the rest of the class and get perfect scores.” 

“would you at least apologize?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I never meant to imply you cheated or that I didn’t trust you. Please forgive me for how I acted and what I said.”

“thank you. i forgive you”

“I’m glad you forgive me. Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”

“you dont have to do anything”

“If I was going to offer something, would you want me to be honest?”

“Well you should be honest anyway, but i guess it depends. You really don’t have to do anything though”

Being honest... He doesn’t know why it was so hard to say what he thought about sometimes. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was nervous. He typed his next message with a faint blush on his cheeks.

“I would offer to get your favorite coffee tomorrow. And a hug. You can ask any of the third years, I give good hugs.”

“a hug would be nice :)”

Aizawa’s cheeks somehow darkened red even more when he read that and his heart started beating faster. She actually wanted a hug from him? What should he say back? Should he tell her she can ask for a hug anytime? Say he’s available now?

“I’ll give you a hug. You can also ask for a hug anytime if you’d like from me. I’m always available.”

“okay, thanks” Yoshida paused and quickly shot him another text. “come to the dorm tmr, ochako and i are organizing a game of floor hockey if you want to play too” Aizawa’s heart was pumping. Floor hockey? He didn’t know how to play but he wasn’t going to pass up the chance of spending time with her on the weekend.

“I’ll be there. What time?”

“puck drop is around noon”

“Alright, I’ll be there. See you then.”

“yay! good night mr aizawa :)”

“Good night, rest well :)”

Aizawa smiled slightly and his heart thumped at her last message. Yoshida was actually looking forward to hanging out with him tomorrow. Aizawa clicked his phone off, nodding to himself. So he gets to spend the weekend with her and play some games with her and the students. Yeah...that sounds perfect.

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Aizawa smiled slightly and his heart thumped at her last message. Yoshida was actually looking forward to hanging out with him tomorrow. Aizawa clicked his phone off, nodding to himself. So he gets to spend the weekend with her and play some games with her and the students. Yeah...that sounds perfect.

The next day, Yoshida woke up bright and early to get some studying in before breakfast. When she went down to eat, she talked strategy with Ochako who was the captain of our team. The other team’s captain was Tenya since he was the class rep. Aizawa got out of bed earlier than usual and stretched his stiff limbs, groaning quietly at the cracking sound his back made in the process. He slowly got ready for the day and slipped into his usual black clothes. Once he had his coffee, Aizawa left his apartment and headed to the class dorms for the game. The game was at noon and Aizawa was ready for it, walking in at exactly noon. Half the class was on one side of the common area and half was on the other, as they’d split into teams. Yoshida waved at him as he entered.

“Hey, Mr. Aizawa!” Yoshida greeted. Aizawa lifted his head up when he heard his name, and a small smile formed when he saw her wave. He raised a hand to wave back as he walked over.

“I’m not late to the game, am I?” Ochako shook her head.

“You’re just in time! We’re talking strategy.” she said. Aizawa nodded and hummed out quietly in understanding, rubbing his tired eyes quietly to wake himself up a bit more and glance around at the teams.

“Right. Strategy. Who’s the opposing team captain?”

“Tenya. I’m betting he’s going to go for a more defensive approach so I think we should go all out and break their defenses and spirit fast with a quick goal off the bat.” Yoshida said, thinking about team dynamics. Aizawa raised a brow. He could respect a fast offense, but he wasn’t good at anything sports related.

“Alright, but what would happen if that fails? What’s the backup plan?” Tokoyami asked.

“Play hard, keep your elbows up and have fun?” Yoshida guessed with a shrug. She looked around at the team. The first line was herself, Ochako, Tsu, Denki, and Tokoyami. The alternates were Jiro and Mina. Aizawa nodded approvingly at the plan and raised a hand to rub his chin.

“Can you be the goalie, Mr. Aizawa?” Ochako asked.

“Me? Goalie? Are you sure?” Aizawa asked curiously.

“It’s easy, just make sure the puck doesn’t go in the net,” Denki teased him. Aizawa rolled his eyes. 

“Fine. I’ll be your goalkeeper.” Yoshida fist pumped in the air.

“This is so awesome! We are so gonna win!” she grinned. Aizawa smiled slightly when he saw how excited she was to play. He exhaled quietly in amusement and nodded.

“We will win. Now all of you, do you’re best with the offensive plan you discussed. And I’ll keep the puck away from our net.”

Everyone walked out to the gym, grabbed some of the sticks and stepped out onto the gym floor. Then they saw who they were up against: Bakugo, Midoriya, Kirishima, Todoroki, with Tenya as their goalie. Yeah, this was going to be a tough one. They had some talented players on their team...Especially Midoriya. Ochako had them shake hands with the other team before they got into position. 

“Okay folks, I want a nice clean game!” Tenya said. “No shenanigans, no quirks!”

Yoshida was playing left wing. Aizawa stood in front of the net with a frown on his face. He just had to guard the net, how hard could it be?

Tsu and Yoshida tapped their sticks together before the game started. The opposite team got possession first off the face off. Aizawa grumbled to himself quietly in slight annoyance when the other team was able to win possession of the puck first, standing ready to guard the net and protect it. He shook the doubt away and got ready for them to come at him.

Tokoyami managed to tap the puck away from Deku’s stick and Tsu was able to steal it away. Yoshida and Tsu raced toward the other teams net. Maybe they would get through the team’s defense and score a point. Tsu took a shot but Tenya knocked it away. The game continued, going back and forth, chasing each other down to get the puck, but there were no goals in the first new minutes. Aizawa was gripping his stick tightly, focusing on the puck at all times in case it got near their net. Tsu switched out with Jiro and Denki with Mina for a break. There was another face off to continue, and Yoshida was renewed with excited energy. The other teams defense proved difficult to break through. Aizawa just needed to stay focused, keep the puck out of the net. 

It wasn’t until the second period after a short water break that Aizawa saw his team score. Yoshida cheered when Jiro sent the puck flying into the net. Then he heard the sharp sound of someone’s hockey stick breaking. When he looked over he saw Bakugo had snapped his stick over his knee. Tenya yelled at him to go get a new stick and then they resumed play. Their team became more aggressive as their tactics changed.

Aizawa was instantly alert when he saw Todoroki shoot the puck at him and he quickly stuck out his stick to block it. The force of the puck nearly making him stumble backwards into the net, but after managing to steady himself, he had successfully blocked a point from being scored. Denki scooped the puck up and passed it to Yoshida where she started to run toward the opposite net. Aizawa’s eyes widened when he noticed Bakugo rushing after her to try and stop her from scoring. Yoshida managed to take a shot but only before Bakugo’s elbow connected with her face. There was a sickening crunch and she dropped her stick in surprise. Aizawa’s focus switched from the puck to Yoshida and he immediately forgot about guarding the net, instead dropping his stick and jogging over to her. 

Tenya called a time out for the game to stop and instantly turned on Bakugo, yelling at him for his recklessness, Bakugo defending himself saying it was an accident. Yoshida had fallen to her knees, hands covering her face as blood dripped down her chin. Aizawa quickly looked over at her, feeling his heart squeeze at the sight of the blood.

“Ugh, this sucks,” Yoshida said, wiping blood onto her hand. “Did I score?” she asked, blinking up at Aizawa. He sighed, kneeling in front of her and pulled her hands away from her face, gently using his other hand to cup her chin to gently turn her face upward so he could see her nose properly.

“You did, but let’s worry about your nose for now.”

“So we’re still winning?” Yoshida asked excitedly with a smile. She was worried more about the score of the game than the blood dripping from her face? This girl was something else.

“Yeah, we’re winning.” Yoshida went to stand, wiping more blood off her chin, smearing it on the back of her hand.

“Well come on then let’s finish the game.”

“Sit down.” Aizawa said in a firm tone. She was bleeding from her nose for fuck’s sake, she should be worried about the game more than getting herself patched up right now. Yoshida stopped moving at his sternness, knowing he meant business and she glanced around at her classmates concerned faces. They all seemed worried, except for Bakugo. Aizawa sighed quietly and reached out to grab her elbow, tugging on it to bring her closer. That explosive kid irritated him so much.

“You can’t continue playing while you’re bleeding like this,” Yoshida leaned slightly into him, the pain settling in as the adrenaline washed away. She still had a hand cupped under her nose to try and catch the blood before it hit the gym floor. 

“Come on, let’s get you to the infirmary and get a look at that nose. It might be broken.”

Everyone broke into chatter. Tenya came up to Aizawa, having seen the hit right in front of him.

“Mr. Aizawa, please be very careful with her, she may have sustained a head injury from the force. And don’t worry about Bakugo, I will be having a very long conversation with him about sportsmanlike conduct.” Tenya said, his arms crossed. Aizawa nodded, fully trusting that Tenya could stay with the class while he was gone.

“I will make sure to take care, Iida, don’t fret. And please, do talk some sense into that brat. He needs an attitude adjustment.” Aizawa said as he helped Yoshida to her feet. They headed to the exit of the gym, Yoshida giving Tsu and Ochako a thumbs up before turning back. Aizawa kept his hand on her elbow for support and stability just in case. He hummed softly as she leaned her head against his arm, unable stop the tiny smile from appearing on his lips.

“How are you feeling? In a lot of pain?”

“Dizzy,” Yoshida mumbled, blinking tiredly at the floor as they walked to the infirmary. He moved his arm around her shoulders more and pulled her a little closer. They were nearly there now...

“That’s not good. You might have a concussion. How’s your vision?”

“Blurry but...I think ‘m jus’ cryin’,” she said lowly. Aizawa nodded in understanding, she was taking this all extremely well considering she was bleeding and in a decent deal of pain.

“Just a little further and we’ll be there. Then we can get your nose cleaned up...You’ve gotta be brave for me, alright?” He said as he opened the door to the med bay. A small sob escaped Yoshida’s lips as he helped her sit on one of the gurneys. Aizawa furrowed his eyebrows together at that small sob from her and bit his lip, frowning a bit at the small sign of weakness and vulnerability in her voice. He stood beside her bed and reached over to grab a few handfuls of the tissues from the box nearby, reaching out to start wiping at her face and chin to clean her off a bit from the drying blood.

“Don’t cry sweetheart, it doesn’t help anything…”

“I-It h-hurts,” she murmured, wiping her eyes with the clean back of her hand, careful to avoid her nose. His expression turned sympathetic when he heard her choked reply. Of course, being elbowed in the face by Bakugo of all people wasn’t exactly minor.

“I know it does sweetheart, but you’re gonna be just fine. We’ll get you fixed up, don’t worry, I gotcha.” Yoshida only hiccupped and looked away, biting her lip to hold back more tears. Aizawa sighed, dabbing around her face to clean up the blood before taking a couple more tissues, wadding them up and handed it to her. 

“Hold those against your nose. They’ll help catch the blood from dripping. But don’t cry...I don’t like seeing you cry. It makes me hurt too.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Yoshida said nasally as she held the Kleenex to her nose, staring at her shoes. Aizawa shook his head and rested his hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

“You don’t need to apologize, but the less you move and the less you cry, the sooner I can fix up your nose. Understand?” Aizawa sat down next to her on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to cup her chin in his hand, tilting her head up. Now it was cleaner and in better light, he could see straight away it was broken.

“I’m gonna have Recovery Girl take a look at it—” Aizawa said but perked up when he heard the door open. The two looked to see her stomp in. She seemed irritated and like she was in a sour mood... Probably didn’t need to ask at all why she was in this mood…She's probably tired of having to fix up the students in her infirmary on the weekend.

“Recovery Girl. Good to see you. Could you please come take a look at Miss Yoshida’s nose?” Recovery Girl tsked and drew up a step stool to see better. The area under her eyes was beginning to bruise. Aizawa watched closely as Recovery Girl came over, getting angry again just from the sight of purple.

“How is it? It’s definitely broken, right?” Aizawa asked. Recovery Girl nodded.

“Yes, I can fix the cartilage but it’ll have to heal on its own from there,” she replied, quickly using her quirk. Aizawa let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding when as he watched. At least it would fix her nose.

“That’s good...Is there anything else I should know? Is she gonna be okay?”

“Yes, she can return to regular studies and training, just no sparring or combat that would endanger the healing process until the bruises have gone away.” Recovery Girl instructed as she pulled a pill bottle out of a nearby cabinet. “Have her take one of these to help with the pain. It might make her drowsy, but it’ll help.” Aizawa nodded once more at that and held the pill in his palm, glancing down at it. Painkillers...So that was next step. Yoshida’s probably in a good deal of pain right now.

“Are you sure she’s okay to leave? Aren’t we supposed to check her for a head injury? She’s been dizzy and a little out of it right now…” Aizawa mentioned.

“If she does have a concussion, it’s mild and shouldn’t bother her too much. She should rest for the rest of the day and the remainder of the weekend though.” Recovery Girl said as she stepped away. Aizawa hummed faintly, that seemed reasonable. He then gently reached out to set a hand on Yoshida’s shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze to grab her attention.

“Yoshida. Did you hear what Recovery Girl said?” Aizawa asked in a quiet tone. She blinked.

“Huh?”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow when that small confused noise escaped her and gently ruffled her hair, chuckling under his breath. It was kind of adorable how out of it she was.

“Recovery Girl’s gonna give you a pill that’ll help with the pain, kid. You’re gonna take it and then head back to the dorms to rest for the rest of today. I want you to rest. Got that?”

“...’Kay,” she agreed softly, a frown on her lips as her eyes stayed downcast. Aizawa grabbed the water bottle off the desk.

“Right. Now take this. It’ll help the pain and make you feel better, but it might make you a little sleepy.” Aizawa held out the small pill and the water bottle to Yoshida for her to take. She accepted them and stared at for a moment.

“What does it do?” she asked hesitantly. Aizawa lifted a finger to tap his chin. 

“It’s a painkiller. I’m not sure of the exact name, but trust me, it’ll help. It’ll make you tired so it’s best if you lie down.”

“But...the class…” Yoshida said, disappointed in herself for ruining the game for everyone else. 

“Ah, no no no, don’t worry about them, they’ll figure everything out. You just focus on resting, sweetie. Your health and safety are far more important right now. Alright?” Aizawa said soothingly, patting her shoulder again. She was even being considerate of others despite everything that had happened. She really was a sweetheart. Yoshida tentatively swallowed down the medicine with a sip of water and let the bottle rest in her lap.

“So I have to go home?” she asked, her voice wavering. Aizawa nodded in confirmation, standing up off the side of the infirmary bed.

“Go ahead and head back to the dorms and rest. I’ll take care of the class. I’ll come check on you later.” Recovery Girl, who was filling out forms on the other side of the room spoke up as she walked over.

“Shouta, you should help her back, I don’t want her passing out and cracking her head open on the sidewalk,” she said, taking the water bottle from Yoshida’s hands.

“Right, good idea. I’ll take good care of her Recovery Girl, you don’t have to worry.” Aizawa said as he held out a hand to help Yoshida off the bed. Her face reddened in embarrassment and something else she wasn’t quite sure of. She held onto Aizawa’s hand loosely, her head hung low.

“Thank you, Recovery Girl,” Yoshida mumbled, trying to remember to be polite. Aizawa was standing close to her in case she would need him for support.

“You’re very welcome, dear. Now go rest.” Recovery Girl replied sweetly before turning back to her clipboard. Yoshida nodded once and started following behind Aizawa, her grip tightening so she didn’t accidently let go. He lead her out of the infirmary and out of the building. He glanced over at her, making sure she was keeping up, a slight frown twisting his lips.

“You feeling okay? You should feel it start kicking in soon.” Aizawa grunted. Yoshida hummed noncommittally, her eyes trained on the pavement as they turned down the street to get to the 1-A dormitory. Aizawa took that as a negative and he squeezed her hand to show his support. He made sure to stick close to make sure she wouldn’t fall over or faint or anything.

“Hey...Talk to me. What’s going on in your head?” Aizawa asked. Yoshida sighed deeply.

“I just feel bad… Ochaco put so much work in the game and we didn’t even get to finish it,” she said quietly.

“I know, I know. But things happen sometimes. It’s not your fault, you have nothing to be guilty about,” Aizawa reassured her.

“I guess,” Yoshida replied as they stepped into the dorm common area and toward the elevator on the girls side. The building was empty since everyone else was likely still at the gym. Yoshida rubbed her temple as Aizawa gently tugged her into the elevator after him, growing more lethargic. Aizawa wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her toward him a bit. The medication was starting to kick in and she looked like she was more or less falling asleep on her feet. Poor girl...She needed rest and that’s what he would make sure she had. Yoshida leaned into his touch, her eyes slipping closed. Aizawa wrapped his other arm around her as well as they rode up the elevator. He used one hand to cradle the back of her head in an attempt to keep her head from lolling back and banging against the elevator wall.

Yoshida muttered something incoherent under her breath before turning her head more into his shoulder, sighing. A sad expression crossed Aizawa’s face as she sighed like that. It seemed she was really worried about how everyone else felt. When the elevator dinged, reaching her floor, he lifted her up under the knees, his other arm strong around her back.

“Mm,” Yoshida hummed in contentment, her weary head resting against his shoulder. Aizawa smiled at her cute noise, it sounded like she liked being in his arms. Or she was just so out of it that she was only happy to be off her feet and being held. He would assume the latter since she was sleepy and probably didn’t know what was happening anyway. He headed down the hall, punched in the teacher override code to unlock the door and pushed the door open with his elbow and stepped in.

It was the first time he’d ever been in her dorm room. One wall had a bookshelf covering the entire length and width of the wall, stuffed with books of all sizes and colors. Posters cluttered all the other walls and even the ceiling, ranging from heroes, to video game and movie characters. Her desk was messy, littered with papers and stacked with books and an open laptop covered with sticky notes. But the floor and open closet was neat and clean. Aizawa scanned the room, taking it all in. It was unique, every surface seemed to tell a story and he hummed faintly to himself in interest. He walked toward the bed, his steps careful not to jostle Yoshida too much. The bed was in the corner under the window with at least four blankets and twice as many stuffed animals. As he set Yoshida down, her eyes snapped open and she desperately grabbed at his sleeve.

“Shhh, go back to sleep. I just need to take your shoes off.”

“Don’t go,” Yoshida whispered, a sad, exhausted look on her face as she blearily blinked up at him. Aizawa’s eyes widened in surprise, she looked like such a wounded puppy as she laid there. He sighed and brushed a few loose strands of hair from her face, setting a hand on her head.

“I’m not going just yet. I have to take off your shoes and get you laid down properly, honey. I’ll stay a little longer though, I promise,” Aizawa said as he unlaced her shoes, placing them down next to her slippers and then grabbed one of the many blankets and pulled it over her. He carefully tucked it around her, his expression softening as he looked down at her. Yoshida really was so adorable. She reached for him again, tugging weakly on his sleeve, a small whine escaping her lips.

“Stay? Please?” she asked.

“Okay, I’ll stay for a bit. Scoot over and make some room for me…” he said with a chuckle. Yoshida pushed herself back with her knee and hands, giving him a bunch more space and she glanced over him lazily. Aizawa took off his capture scarf, hanging it off the back of her desk chair before he laid down next to her, smiling.

“There. Better?” Instantly, Yoshida was cuddled up into his side, her cheek resting against his chest, letting her eyes slip closed as she nestled her body flush against him. Her arm snaked over his abdomen to hold him close like a teddy bear, not realizing at all how her touch was affecting him. Aizawa was startled from the sudden closeness but regained his composure quickly. He wrapped an arm around her again, setting his chin on top of her head, a hand coming up to run his fingers through her short hair. Aizawa had never been the touchy-feely type, but the way she clung to him made his inner romantic jump for joy. Yoshida looked up at him with sleepy puppy dog eyes.

“Mr. Aizawa...Please…” she whispered, almost inaudibly. Aizawa felt his heart melt.

“What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?”

“Please… Never leave me,” she murmured brokenly as tears welled in her eyes, clutching the fabric of his shirt. His heart broke in two as he noticed her chin quiver. He looked stunned for a moment before hugging her closer to his chest.

“Honey...Of course I’m not going to leave you. I’m never leaving you...Why would even suggest something so foolish?”

“...’Cause…” Yoshida swallowed thickly. “I’m only a kid.” She mumbled, her half lidded eyes looking away. His arms tightened around her in a comforting embrace, his one hand still rubbing her hair soothingly. Aizawa sighed, knowing what she was getting at.

“You’re still so young. You’ve got a whole life to live, little one. And you won't be alone the entire time. Someone will love you, I promise.”

“But—I love you,” Yoshida insisted. Aizawa felt his heart skip a beat, his breath catching in his throat. This couldn’t just be the medication talking...Right?

“I love you too, I do sweetie, but you’re so young and I’m so old… I wouldn’t want to ruin your innocence like that.”

“That doesn’t matter to me,” Yoshida mumbled into his shirt. Aizawa’s eyes widened in shock and he didn’t quite know what to say. Did she really mean that? He cupped her cheek gently, bringing her gaze up to his.

“You really mean that? I mean, I’ve loved you for a while but how could I possibly think about taking your innocence like that? You’re seventeen…”

“I-I’ll be eighteen next month,” Yoshida said quietly. That was only a few weeks away. God...How badly did he want to have her? The answer he immediately got from himself was a lot. His fingers twitched as he tilted her head again.

“Even then...Even then I’m still so much older than you. You don’t think that’s inappropriate?” Yoshida squished her cheek further into his chest, looking up at him with hazy, tired eyes.

“I don’t care if it is,” she mumbled. Aizawa sighed for the thousandth time as she nuzzled closer into him, he stared down at her with a loving look shining in his eyes. He knew it was technically wrong, Yoshida was still a minor. But did it really matter if she wanted him so much? He bit his lip and thought for a moment. 

“Are you sure you’d want to be with me? I’m not exactly a catch,” Aizawa ventured. Yoshida shook her head, careful not to bump her nose.

“Liar.” She muttered. Aizawa’s mouth opened and closed several times in a surprised silence.

“You—You think I’m a catch? And you want to be with me? A thirty-one year old who’s not exactly the most desirable and attractive person on the planet?” Aizawa eventually said. Yoshida moved her arm across and up his abdomen. 

“You are to me,” she conceded. Aizawa gulped, suddenly feeling very weak as she trailed her hand up his chest, biting his lip to try and keep his composure even though he knew Yoshida could probably feel how much faster his heart was beating.

“Well...even then, I’d be going to jail if we pursued a relationship. You know that, right sweetheart?”

“No one has to know. ‘Til I’m eighteen, at least,” Yoshida murmured, tracing her fingertips idly across his tummy. Aizawa let out a hiss of breath as his stomach muscles tensed under her touch. He had to hold back a groan at her words.

“You’re going to drive me crazy, you know? You’re going to send me absolutely insane…” Aizawa whispered. Yoshida moved her hand up and gave his pec a gentle squeeze.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Yoshida whispered back. Aizawa grunted at her touch, his breath hitching.

“If you keep touching me like this, Sayaka,” Aizawa groaned out, his voice low and husky. “Then maybe I am going to lose it…”

“Do you really want me to stop?” Yoshida asked softly, her hand moving to his other pec. Aizawa inhaled, his eyes closing and back arching slightly as her hand roved over his muscles. Her touch was so soft, so gentle, it gave him tingles down his spine.

“No, no baby, I don’t want you to stop… God, you’re touching me in all the right places,”

“How about...here?” Yoshida whispered, lightly pinching his nipple through his shirt with her thumb and middle finger. “Is that alright?” Aizawa gasped, his eyes snapped open as his hips jerked.

“S-Stop it,” he spluttered, but he sounded like he couldn’t believe that came from his own mouth. His body was responding to her touch way too much so far, and he was losing his mind.

“Okay,” Yoshida muttered, retracting her hand with a frown, wondering if he didn’t like it.

“No—” Aizawa huffed a breath, taking her hand and pulling it back up on his chest. “Please continue. That just surprised me. Felt good.” He murmured, his breathing coming in shallow pants as he tried to contain himself.

“Okay,” Yoshida said again, wandering her fingertips over him once more. Aizawa’s eyes closed again as he arched into her touch, enjoying the gentle grazing across his shirt. His heart was racing and it took everything he had not to just grab her. Yoshida’s fingers went to his other nipple, pinching that one too to see if it got the same reaction out of him. He didn’t disappoint as the second pinch was delivered. He groaned, hips rocking slightly. The sensations it sent through him were almost euphoric and he wanted more, feeling his pants becoming tighter.

“Ah—God, you—You’re… Please, keep touching me…” 

“Hmm. I wonder what they look like,” Yoshida mumbled to herself as she let her thumb circle the nipple she’d just assaulted soothingly, feeling it harden through the fabric. Aizawa’s breath stuttered at her remark, his eyes cracking open as his cheeks flushed.

“Shh...Don’t say stuff like that,” He muttered, but her thumb was starting to get to him. Just a little bit.

“I’m being honest,” Yoshida replied softly, switching her thumb to the other nipple. The change in attention made Aizawa gasp quietly, his breath escaping his lungs and causing goosebumps to rise across his skin.

“A-And what do you want to see them for?” Aizawa grumbled.

“So I can taste them,” Yoshida whispered in his ear. “If you’ll let me.” Her breath on his ear made his heart flutter.

“F-Fuck,” Aizawa’s hips thrust upward a few inches in response to her words, another small groan leaving his lips. “You’re driving me crazy. You’d really like to do that?” Yoshida nodded, pushing herself to a half sitting up position as her hand went to hem of his shirt, eyes burning straight through him.

“Yes, please,” Yoshida answered. Aizawa grunted lowly, her fingers playing with the hem, tickling his belly. He grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Aizawa questioned, his voice taking on a timbre of authority as he looked at her, his eyes seeming to pierce into Yoshida’s soul. “You really wanna see me that badly?” Yoshida ducked her head at his tone, shrinking back a little, peering at him through her lashes with an innocent expression as she nodded. He reached up to brush her bangs out of her eyes as he bit his lip.

“You really do want to see?” Aizawa asked again quietly, looking at her with softened gaze, yet with a hungry gleam in his eyes. Yoshida leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she relaxed against him.

“...’M sorry,” she murmured, losing steam. Aizawa’s frown deepened as he watched her become more tired, tilting his head.

“Why are you apologizing, sweet thing? You did nothing wrong, just relax and rest for me, okay? Can you do that?” Aizawa spoke soothingly, his thumb rubbing her cheek. A few minutes ago he would’ve let her take off his shirt, but now he was more focused on taking care of her. Yoshida slouched back into the pillows next to him and pulled the blanket closer around with a small hum of agreement. Aizawa shifted so he was laying down closer to her, pulling her under his arm, keeping her snug against his side.

“Good girl. Sleep. I’m not going anywhere, so you can rest easy.” Aizawa’s voice was deep and soothing as he spoke to her, feeling her snuggled against him made his stomach do a somersault. One of Yoshida’s hands was loosely holding his sleeve as she almost instantly fell asleep, her bruised face finally at peace. Aizawa watched her sleep, a smile on his lips even as his heart pounded in his chest. He rested a hand on her hip, keeping her pressed again him. He had no idea how she could even want to be with him when he was so much older than her. But… Aizawa wasn’t going to let her go now.

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“Good girl. Sleep. I’m not going anywhere, so you can rest easy.” Aizawa’s voice was deep and soothing as he spoke to her, feeling her snuggled against him made his stomach do a somersault. One of Yoshida’s hands was loosely holding his sleeve as she almost instantly fell asleep, her bruised face finally at peace. Aizawa watched her sleep, a smile on his lips even as his heart pounded in his chest. He rested a hand on her hip, keeping her pressed again him. He had no idea how she could even want to be with him when he was so much older than her. But… Aizawa wasn’t going to let her go now.

Yoshida slept peacefully through the Saturday afternoon. Her mind was foggy from the medicine Recovery Girl had given her but it did its job by helping her sleep and alleviating the pain. Aizawa stayed, thinking about what happened between them. The way she was so forward and how he hadn’t done anything to resist. He was letting this all happen...And she was just a kid.

It wasn’t until the early evening Yoshida roused as the effects of the medicine wore off and she slowly blinked away, not even realizing who was laying in bed next to her. Aizawa had been dozing on and off but the moment he felt her start to stir, he stared down at her with a tired gaze, his thumb rubbing reassuringly on her hip.

“Hey sleepyhead. Good nap?” Aizawa asked gruffly, his voice gravelly from almost falling asleep himself. Yoshida’s lips parted in surprise when she heard his voice, her face turning red.

“M-Mr. Aizawa?!” Yoshida sat straight up, a hand flying to the side of her head as it pounded. She only remembered getting in the elevator, after that, everything was sort of muddy. Aizawa flinched as he sat up too, gently grabbing her arm.

“Easy, easy. Don’t sit up that fast. Remember what I said? You got hit in the head. How’re you feeling now?” Aizawa asked. Yoshida rubbed her forehead in confusion as she tried to recall what he said, trying to push through the fogginess.

“W-What are you doing in my room?” She asked, embarrassed, her face reddening more as she realized her favorite teacher was in her bed. Aizawa sighed at her memory loss.

“I brought you to your dorm and you fell asleep. Then I laid down with you. You don’t remember what happened earlier this afternoon?” He asked calmly, resting a hand on her leg. Yoshida pressed a hand to her face, wincing when she accidentally touched against the bruise under her eye.

“Ugh...Bakugo elbowed me...and then the nurses office...and you helped me walk back...and then…” Yoshida trailed off as the memories what she’d done hit her and her face went another shade darker. “Mr. Aizawa, I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed. Ah, so those memories were coming back, he nodded in understanding.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart.” Aizawa shook his head, patting her leg to try and reassure her.

“B-But the way—I touched you—I was inappropriate,” Yoshida exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down and steady as she covered her face with her hands, cheeks burning hot in embarrassment and… something else. “I’m so sorry.” Aizawa held back a groan at her wave of apologies.

“Just relax, we’re going to talk about it, okay?” Aizawa said, gently taking her wrists and pulling her hands away from her face so he could look her in the eyes. “It’s okay, there’s nothing to be sorry about. But you have to understand why what we did is inappropriate, alright?”

“Y-You’re my teacher…” Yoshida mumbled, not meeting his gaze. “And I’m only s-seventeen,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes closed as she frowned. Aizawa nodded as she said her age. Seven...teen. He swallowed thickly, biting his bottom lip.

“I know, I’m aware. That’s why we need to talk about it. You’re my student, and I’m quite a bit older than you. We’re not supposed to do what we did.” Aizawa said, his eyes not leaving her. She opened her eyes to stare at his hands holding her wrists.

“I-Is it wrong that I liked it?” Yoshida asked in a hushed voice. That...was a good question. He looked down at his hand holding her smaller ones.

“Technically? Yes. The power dynamic between a teacher and a student like this is highly inappropriate in a school setting, but…” Aizawa replied lowly, his thumbs rubbing the inside of her wrists. “I wouldn’t say it was wrong that you like it…” Yoshida hung her head in shame.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” she said, biting her lip. Aizawa hummed quietly, reaching his thumb to brush over her bottom lip where she was biting it.

“I won’t get in trouble. I just want you to be okay. If what we did hurt you or made you uncomfortable, you’d tell me, right?” Aizawa asked softly, watching her reaction. She shook her head, closing her eyes briefly.

“It didn’t,” Yoshida replied.

“Good. That’s good.” Aizawa sighed, leaning closer to her until their faces were just a few inches apart. “Because I have question for you. And I need you to be as honest as possible with me, sweetheart.” Yoshida took a deep breath before looking in his eyes.

“Yes?” she asked softly. Aizawa’s breath became a little shaky as he stared into her stormy gray eyes, trying to come up with the right way to phrase the question.

“Do you have real feelings for me?” Aizawa asked, his words full of sincerity. 

“I-I think so,” Yoshida replied after a beat. “I’ve never...dated anyone before.” She admitted, her voice cracking slightly. Aizawa’s breath hitched.

“I see,” Aizawa stared right into her eyes, cupping her cheek in his pal, brushing his thumb lightly across the bruise under her eye. “You know how wrong it is for us to have feelings for each other. Don’t you?” He asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Yes, but…” Yoshida looked away from him, her face and the tips of her ears red. It was wrong to even say it, it was dirty. She shouldn’t, but he was just so tempting. Seeing her blush again, Aizawa couldn’t help but feel some kind of excitement rise up in his chest. What an adorable mess she was.

“But you want this anyway, right?” Aizawa finished for her, turning her head back to look at him as he scooted even closer, their faces merely inches apart, their bodies practically on top of each other. Yoshida nodded, her face still red.

“Yes…” she admitted, glancing up at him as she crossed her arms. Aizawa hummed. She was so cute, it was taking all his willpower not to just pin her down and…

“Even knowing all of the consequences?” Aizawa asked, his eyes trailing around her face, taking in every detail. Her silvery eyes, her straight nose, her parted pink lips. She nodded again.

“We...Wouldn’t have to tell anyone. Neither of us would get in trouble,” Yoshida whispered. Hearing her say that made Aizawa shiver in anticipation. She was right, nobody would have to know. They could it between themselves until she graduated. Then they could be together with no issues.

“You’re right. But we would have to be very careful. Very careful.” Aizawa said slowly, carefully wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap so she was sitting sideways across his thighs. Yoshida nodded in agreement, readjusting her hold on him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Aizawa shuddered faintly as she draped herself around him, his eyes flickered down and across her body, taking in the way she fit perfectly in his lap.

“We need to establish some ground rules,” Aizawa said in a low voice, his strong, muscular arms going around her middle and keeping her close.

“That’s a good idea. What do you think they should be?” Yoshida asked, idly playing with the ends of his long black hair. He enjoyed the feeling but it was distracting for his currently wandering mind. He swallowed tightly before clearing his throat.

“Well, for starters, nobody can every find out about this. Not until you’re out of UA,” Aizawa grumbled, leaning into her touch.

“Of course. We’ll be super discreet,” Yoshida replied softly, twirling his hair around a finger.

“Mhm.” Aizawa hummed in agreement. He had to focus, he needed to make sure they were perfectly clear on everything. “Next, you can’t let your feelings for me get in the way of your training or your studies. Understood?” Yoshida nodded, her face serious as she listened closely.

“Right.” Aizawa nodded in approval before continuing, his eyes shifting from her serious expression down to her body in his lap. Having her this close... And being able to hold her like this...It was driving his head a little insane.

“You have to remain focused in training in class, especially since this is your third year. You can’t look at me any differently than usual,” Aizawa told her, shifting her on his lap, making her sit more firmly on him.

“I understand,” Yoshida told him as she smoothed his hair out that she’d been playing with. “Um...Can I add a rule?” She asked quietly. Aizawa gave a hum in approval, watching her as she adjusted his hair. She was honestly adorable. Sitting there so comfortably on his lap, so sweet and willing to add something as well.

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Do you think we could wait until my eighteenth birthday next month to...to go all the way?” Yoshida asked shyly. Aizawa went rigid when she said that, his eyes going wide as he stared at her. Then, his expression softened ever-so-slightly.

“That…is actually a smart idea,” He said in a low voice, slowly placing a hand on her side, gently running it up and down the line of her hip. “It’s a bit of a wait, but it's a safe choice.” 

“There’s uh, other stuff we can do before then though, right?” Yoshida asked bashfully, her hand going over his hand that was on my hip. A smirk lifting the corners of Aizawa’s lips as he began rubbing her hip again, his eyes wandering up her body, over her chest, slowly moving up to her flushed face.

“Mhm. We can do other things before then. And I can still hold you and touch you, like this. And you can still play with my hair.” Yoshida smiled.

“I like the sound of that,” she replied, squeezing him in a hug. Aizawa could feel her heart beating against his chest, feel her breath on his neck, feel her body heat and her weight in his lap. It made him his heart leap, his body beginning to ache with desires he needed to control.

“Can you promise me you’ll follow these rules?” Aizawa asked in a low, rumbling voice, his hands gently rubbing her sides in calming circles. Yoshida nodded into him. 

“Promise,” she whispered, inhaling the scent of his shirt, holding on just a little tighter to him to remind herself it was real and he really did like her. Aizawa’s body trembled slightly as she answered him. His breath shook as she clung to him like she was scared to let go. She was so small compared to him and soft...and so cute. And she was sitting right on his lap, holding him snug like she never wanted to let go.

“Alright. Then it’s settled.” He concluded, tilting her face up to look at him. Her eyes were gorgeous as she beamed up at him. Yoshida grinned. 

“So we’re like a secret couple now?” She asked, a hint of excitement in her voice at the prospect of him being more than just a teacher. Aizawa’s breath caught in his throat as she asked that question. A secret couple. That sounded just about right. She would be his, only his. And nobody had to know about it until she graduated. Then it could be official. Then they could be together for everyone to see. And he was so tempted, so incredibly tempted to just kiss her already.

“Mhm. A secret couple.” Aizawa concurred, caressing her bruised cheek with his thumb. Yoshida winced at the touch.

“Ow, careful,” she hissed, her face pinching in pain. “Sorry, it’s a little sore.” Aizawa quickly withdrew his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw her start. He didn’t like seeing that expression on her. He hated knowing she was hurt. Especially because of that damned explosion brat.

“I’m sorry, I keep forgetting.” He muttered, stroking his knuckles across her jaw instead.

“That reminds me, the class will probably be back at the dorms soon…” Yoshida told him, checking her watch. “The game session Ochaco put together was only meant to last until dinner time.” Aizawa gave an irritated grumble as she mentioned that. He knew his students would be coming back soon. That meant that he couldn’t just stay here with her all night.

“Damn it,” He cursed under his breath, glancing at the clock on her wall and confirming the time himself. He should really get back before the class returned.

“You should probably go,” Yoshida murmured, hopping off his lap and onto the floor. She stepped over to her mirror and inspected the bruise Bakugo had inflicted on her during the floor hockey game earlier in the day. Aizawa didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay here with her until that damn bruise faded. But he knew he couldn’t.

“Yeah, I probably should,” Aizawa sighed, moving to stand behind her, looking over her shoulder and staring at the bruise in the mirror. She skimmed a fingertip over the bruise with a feather light touch, her lips curling in a frown.

“Ugh. It’s so ugly.” Yoshida cringed. Aizawa frowned too, his mind once again wandering to the kid who did it, getting irritated at the thought, and at the fact that this precious girl thought she was ugly.

“It’s not ugly.” Aizawa persuaded her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Yoshida ran a hand through her hair, trying to fix it and pursed her lips at her reflection.

“Maybe I should cover it with makeup?” Yoshida murmured absently. Aizawa’s expression soured a bit more as she mentioned covering up the bruise. She shouldn’t want to hide it.

“You don’t need to cover it up,” Aizawa told her firmly, massaging her shoulders, his fingers applying light pressure against her skin as he watched her reflection in the mirror. Yoshida hummed noncommittally, her muscles relaxing under his soft massage. Aizawa felt her shoulders melt under his hands, which gave him a sense of satisfaction. It felt like progress. Like he was doing something right. Although he really didn’t like the noise she made.

“You don’t think of yourself very highly, do you?” Aizawa asked quietly, leaning closer so that his mouth was close to her ear, his breath tickling her neck.

“I dunno…” Yoshida shrugged, crossing her arms as she looked back up at her reflection again. Aizawa gave a small noise of agitation at her vague answer, his irritation growing once again. She was so much more than just ‘I dunno.’ She was so precious and adorable and perfect. She had to know that. His grip on her shoulders became a little more firm, his fingers digging into her muscles.

“Bullshit. You don’t know, or you don’t want to say?” He asked in a low growl, his face still close to her ear as he stared at her through the mirror. Yoshida chewed her lip anxiously.

“You should probably go…” she ended up saying after a few beats. Aizawa bit back a frustrated sound as she avoided his question again. She was so stubborn, refusing to answer his question. Why couldn’t she just tell him what he wanted to know? His hands moved from her shoulders, wrapping around her waist and pulling her body back against his, pinning her against his chest, holding her in place so she couldn’t get away.

“I don’t want to go…” Aizawa mumbled, resting his chin on her shoulder and nuzzling his face against her neck.

“I know, but Tsu will probably want to check on me when she gets back. Which will be soon,” Yoshida replied. Aizawa knew she was right. But he didn’t want to leave yet. He didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want to be away from her.

“Dammit…” His arms tightened against her a little as he pressed his chest firmly against her back, trapping her against him, his head remaining buried in her neck, his breath soft and warm on her skin. Yoshida let out a short giggle as his stubble tickled her neck and she put a hand on his arm.

“Maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” she suggested. Her soft laugh made his hair stand on end, it was so sweet. Dammit, he had to leave soon if he wanted to get out without being seen.

“Yeah. Tomorrow.” Aizawa repeated, resting his forehead on her shoulder. Yoshida stepped over to her desk.

“Here, don’t forget this,” she said, handing him his capture scarf. Aizawa reached out to take the scarf from her, his fingers lingering against hers for a few seconds before he actually took it. He couldn’t shake this feeling. He wanted to keep her right here.

“Hm. Thanks.” He said, wrapping the capture scarf around his neck, his eyes still firmly attached to her.

“Text me when you get home?” Yoshida asked as they both walked to the door. She hoped there was enough time for him to sneak away.

“Mhm. I will.” Aizawa replied, opening the door and peering out into the hall. It seemed clear, for the moment at least. Yoshida held the door open for him.

“Bye,” she smiled at him, a light blush dusting her features. Aizawa bit back another sigh at the cute sight in front of him. She was holding the door open so he could leave, with her face was all flushed and pink. 

“Bye.” Aizawa mumbled, one hand on the door frame, reluctant to leave her and go back to his empty apartment. She was so warm. So cute. So perfect. He was going to miss her. Yoshida closed the door after a moment, leaning back against it, a dreamy smile on her face as she basked in the feelings that he gave her. Aizawa stood there, staring at the now-closed door for a few moments.

“Dammit…” He growled quietly to himself, shaking his head and forcing himself to move. He needed to get out before the class returned. Aizawa managed to make it out of the dorm and back to his apartment luckily because ten minutes after he left, the class showed up. Tsu and Ochaco knocked on Yoshida’s door to check on her. Aizawa sighed in relief when he unlocked his apartment door, narrowly missing the other students. As soon as she took his capture scarf off, he collapsed on the sofa and took out his phone to text Yoshida.

“Made it back safe.”

It took a long while for her to reply since her friends were mother-henning her but once they bid her goodnight she texted back.

“yay! :)” 

“Did your classmates give you a hard time?” 

“Ochaco Denki and Tsu all stopped by, they said after we left the gym Tenya started lecturing Bakugo for elbowing me haha” Aizawa chuckled. Knowing Iida, he probably gave him a whole spiel about the proper way to treat classmates and acting according to the UA handbook.

“I’m sure Bakugo loved that.”

“lol right. but they left so finally peace and quiet”

“Are you going to bed?”

“maybe soon, my head is starting to hurt again a little but its ok” 

“Take some painkillers if it gets bad. It’s probably going to hurt for a couple days. And make sure to rest. No staying up all night on your computer.”

“Yes Mr Aizawa🫡”

“Don’t even start. I mean it. No staying up late tonight.”

“i wont :) i do have a quick question if u dont mind”

“What’s your question?”

“will bakugo get into a lot of trouble?”

“He’s defintely getting detention, and I’m going to be having a talk with him on Monday.”

“oh, okay well dont be toooooo hard on him”

“Are you seriously worried about him right now? He’s the one who broke your nose and gave you a black eye.”

“i dont think he really meant it, he just gets too competitive”

“He still hurt you. His intentions don’t matter.”

“as long as he apologizes thats good enough for me”

“Why are you so quick to forgive him? You should be mad.”

“i am a little upset but hes still my friend”

“You’re too nice.”

“i want to be friends with everyone in class 1a. Well except mineta”

“I agree. Mineta’s a lost cause.”

“but seriously. being friendly with everyone is just easier bc harboring dislike of others creates drama and then training together could be difficult. and i hate being involved in drama”

“You’re not wrong. But that doesn’t mean you have to be so willing to forgive them and accept their shitty behavior.”

“i mean we were in the middle of a hockey match and the tension was high, i think bakugo just took things too far without thinking about it”

“He still hit you. In the face.”

“i know, and honestly when it first happened i was pretty angry and wanted to hit him back but that wouldve just made things worse if i did. he’ll apologize”

“You’re far too forgiving...He better apologize. I’m having a talk with him whether he likes it or not.”

“oh yeah, what do you want to do tomorrow?”

“I’m not sure yet. Are you free at all tomorrow?”

“im holding a study session for everyone in the morning but im free after :)”

“Good, that sounds good. Would you want to stop by my place after that?”

“whaaat i could come to your place? :0”

“You don’t need to act like you’re going to Disneyland. It’s just my apartment.”

“but its exciting! im excited :3”

“I can tell.”

“:)))))))) i cant help it :))”

“Dork.”

“im not a dork :<”

“Sure you’re not. :)”

“im more of a geek than a dork or a nerd if we’re being honest here”

“A geek, dork, and nerd all at once, then?”

“being a dork or nerd implies social ineptitude which i do not have”

“Fine, you’re just cute and geeky then.”

Yoshida sent a gif of a cat jumping up and down.

“I swear you’re the most adorable person ever.”

“noooo😭 you are”

“Hell no. I’m not cute and dorky and adorable like you are.”

“ur cute in ur own way c:”

“How am I cute in any way? You’re the cute one here.”

“stoppppp ur so cute :( how do u not know this :(“

“Because I’m not? I’m the furthest thing from cute.”

“:((“

“Stop that. You don’t need to flatter me like this.”

“but its true🥺”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“do i have to go into detail to get it thru to u?”

“Sure, go ahead. Impress me.”

“well first of all, when ur all scowly and mad at the class ur eyebrows scrunch up and thats super cute. and then of course when u smile like reaaally smile or laugh. thats cute”

“You think so?”

“yes😠”

“Okay okay. You win. I’m cute.”

Yoshida sent a dancing dog gif that was captioned yippee in celebration.

“You know you’re ridiculous, right?”

“yes u already said that🙄”

“I know. Just reminding you.”

“i think im going to head to bed soon. ill see u tmr after my study session?”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“good night! :3” 

“Good night sweetheart.”

Aizawa groaned and facepalmed as he hit send, his cheeks heating up from embarrassment. He hoped she didn’t mind the nickname he impulsively tacked on the end of his text. Yoshida hadn’t read the message because she’d already clicked her phone off and was trying to fall asleep, even though she was giddy with excitement about sneaking away tomorrow. Aizawa rolled over on his sofa and let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to calm down. He was already looking forward to tomorrow far too much.

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“Good night sweetheart.” Aizawa groaned and facepalmed as he hit send, his cheeks heating up from embarrassment. He hoped she didn’t mind the nickname he impulsively tacked on the end of his text. Yoshida hadn’t read the message because she’d already clicked her phone off and was trying to fall asleep, even though she was giddy with excitement about sneaking away tomorrow. Aizawa rolled over on his sofa and let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to calm down. He was already looking forward to tomorrow far too much.

Aizawa was up early as usual, drinking coffee and grading papers in the teachers’ lounge, trying to distract himself from the excitement coursing through him. He couldn’t stop himself from peeking at the clock every five minutes or so, counting down the time until he got to see her. Back at the dorms, the rest of the class had already woken up and were enjoying breakfast. Yoshida had woken in a good mood, joining the group eating breakfast. After, she started helping everyone with their homework.

Ochako pointed out the bruise on Yoshida’s face was looking better already. She nodded in agreement, scribbling down some notes on her own papers before glancing around at everyone who was in the common area. Bakugo was there sitting with Denki and Kirishima. They whispered and goofed off in the corner, clearly more interested in messing around than actually studying. Yoshida walked over to them, putting on a smile.

“Hey you three,” she greeted. “How are you all handling the review homework?” Bakugo rolled his eyes as she approached them, a scowl on his face as he tried to tune her out. But Kirishima and Denki turned their attention to her immediately, their faces lighting up at the sight of her.

“Pretty good,”

“No complaints,” The two said simultaneously, causing them to high-five each other and chuckle.

“Mind if I look over your work? Just to check,” Yoshida asked politely, sitting down at their table. Bakugo rolled his eyes again and grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, clearly not happy that she sat down with them. But Kirishima and Denki just nodded and pushed their homework over to her, their smiles widening as she sat down in front of them..

“Sure, go ahead!” Denki said excitedly, his eyes lingering on her a bit longer than necessary. Yoshida skimmed over Denki’s work.

“Hey, this looking a lot better than it was last week,” Yoshida told him with a smile. “Just make sure to thoroughly read this one, it’s kind of a trick question.” She said, tapping the paper. Denki beamed as he heard her compliment, his cheeks heating up from her praise. He tried to keep a cool facade, but he couldn’t help the happy grin that spread across his face as she encouraged him. He looked down at the question she'd pointed out and read it again carefully, his expression turning to one of slight shock.

“Oh! Man, I didn’t even notice that before! Thanks!”

“No worries. Now, lemme take a look at Kiri’s work…” Denki nodded gratefully as she turned her attention to Kirishima’s work, his mind still blown by the fact that he almost got tricked by that question. He couldn’t help but admire how smart and observant she was. Kirishima handed her his assignment with a slightly sheepish expression, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he awaited her assessment. Her eyes quickly roved over his paper.

“Yours is pretty good too..” Yoshida commented, flipping the page over. “Oh, you switched the equations here, it’s a tricky one so I don’t blame you.” Kirishima’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she pointed out his mistake, his cheeks staining a darker shade of red as he facepalmed himself.

“Dammit, I can’t believe I messed that up... I thought it seemed wrong but I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it.” Denki shook his head sympathetically as he watched the scene unfolding between them.

“Dude, it’s totally okay. It took me forever to memorize all the equations and formulas. You got this.” Yoshida said, handing the paper back to him. Kirishima let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Ugh, I’m still never gonna remember them all…” 

“Bakugo? Want me to look over yours?” Yoshida asked gently with a smile. Bakugo let out a scoff and rolled his eyes as she addressed him, his usual scowl deepening as he glanced up at her.

“My work is already fine,” he grumbled, his voice gruff and sharp. “Go help someone else.” Yoshida’s smile faded.

“Oh, okay, no prob. Let me know if you guys have any more questions,” Yoshida said, standing from their table. Denki and Kirishima’s expressions twisted into ones of disappointment and annoyance as they watch her walk away from their table. They turned to Bakugo with matching glares, their faces etched with disapproval.

“Dude, why do you have to be so rude all the time?”

“Yeah, she was just trying to help. You didn’t have to be such a jerk about it.” 

Yoshida went over to sit with Deku, Ochako, and Tenya. They all looked up as she sat down next to them and gave her warm smiles, happy to see her.

“Hey!”

“Hi!”

“Hello!” They said in unison, their cheerful greetings overlapping one another.

“How are you guys doing?” she asked. Deku chuckled, his eyes darting between her eyes and the bruise under them.

“We’re doing alright, thanks for asking. How’s your cheek?”

“Oh, it’s fine, thanks.” Yoshida replied. “I’m sure you all are familiar with these topics and don’t really need much help, right?” The three of them nodded in agreement, their faces sporting matching grins of confidence and assurance. They were all pretty good at school and knew their stuff very well when it came to their classes. They definitely seemed to be handling the review homework pretty easily. Tenya adjusted his glasses and smiled. 

“Yes. I think we are all managing quite well on our own.”

“I’m glad you guys came to the study session anyway,” Yoshida smiled. The three of them chuckled and smiled at her comment, appreciative of the sentiment of encouraging them to attend even though they didn’t really need help. They’d been in class with each other for a while now, and they’d become pretty good friends over time.

“Yeah, it never hurts to get a few reminders on some things.” Tenya nodded in agreement. 

“Precisely. We want to be as prepared as we can be.”

Eventually the session came to an end and Yoshida went back to her room to check her phone and change into a different outfit to get ready to go to Mr Aizawa’s apartment. She put on a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of cuffed jean overalls with black converse. She tugged on her backpack so if anyone asked, she could say she was going to her parents house to study. It was a short walk to the teacher dorms, she stepped up the complex stairs and double checked the address he’d texted before giving a soft knock on the door.

Aizawa immediately sat bolt upright on the couch when he heard that soft knock on the door, his heart rate picking up and his stomach fluttering. She was here. He quickly got up and walked to the door, opening it and immediately freezing when he saw her standing there. He couldn’t help the soft exhale that escaped his lips as he drank her in, taking in her cute clothes and the way her hair framed her face.

“Hi,” Yoshida greeted him shyly, holding her backpack strap and fidgeting side to side with a small smile. Aizawa felt his breath catch in his throat as she spoke, her little greeting and shy smile sending a wave of butterflies through his stomach. She was so damn cute. He tried to gather himself as quickly as possible, not wanting to seem like a lovesick idiot.

“Hey,” he said gruffly. “Come in.”

“Thanks,” Yoshida said politely as she stepped in, Aizawa closing the door behind her. She glanced around his genkan as she slipped off her shoes. “How was your day?” she asked. Aizawa took a moment to admire the way she looked in his apartment, admiring how it almost felt like she belonged in his space. His heart ached at the thought of her being here every day and sleeping in his bed. He snapped out of his reverie and responded to her question, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“It was alright. Just pretty much the usual. Graded some papers, attended some meetings, stuff like that. You?”

“The study session was decent,” Yoshida replied, waiting to follow him into the apartment. “There was a good turnout.” Aizawa nodded as he led her further, gesturing for her to sit on the couch.

“That’s good to hear. I hope the idiots didn’t give you much trouble?” Aizawa smirked faintly as he sat beside her, purposefully leaving a respectable gap between them.

“For the most part,” Yoshida said with a chuckle, crossing her legs. Aizawa’s eyes raked over her criss-crossed legs, watching her get comfortable. He swallowed thickly and averted his gaze, trying to keep his thoughts from straying into dangerous territories.

“Let me guess, it was just Bakugo who gave you trouble?” Aizawa asked teasingly with a raised brow.

“Yup,” Yoshida sighed. “How’d you know?” she joked with a grin. Aizawa shook his head, unable to hold back a small grin of his own. Of course it was Bakugo who was rude. He wasn’t surprised.

“Just a hunch,” Aizawa replied casually, his eyes shifting back to her face, focusing on that adorable grin.

“I still wish he’d apologize to me though, on his own.” Yoshida said with a glum smile, referencing to her bruised cheek. Aizawa’s expression twisted into a grimace as he was reminded of her broken nose, guilt and rage filling him as he thought about how that idiot hurt her. He resisted the urge to reach out and gently touch her face to make sure it wasn’t too bad. He exhaled deeply and nodded.

“Yeah, he really should. Don’t worry, I’m talking to him tomorrow. The stupid brat.” He grumbled under his breath.

“It feels better though, it doesn’t hurt as much,” Yoshida commented quickly. “Uh, in case you were worried.” she added. Aizawa’s eyes darted back to her face at that, his expression somewhat sheepish as he tried to cover up the fact that yes, he was definitely worried. He swallowed and averted his gaze once again, his heart fluttering as he thought about how she always seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, even though he always tried to hide it.

“Uh... good. That’s good. I’m glad it doesn’t hurt as much.” Aizawa replied lamely, still avoiding looking in her eyes. There was a mildly awkward pause before Yoshida spoke up again.

“I like the decor of your apartment!” she said, running her hand over the sofa’s arm rest. “This couch is comfy.” Aizawa chuckled lightly as she complimented his living space. It was pretty plain, he didn’t have much in terms of decoration, but the fact she seemed to like it warmed his heart.

“Thanks. It’s nothing too fancy, but it suits me.” Aizawa replied, his eyes wandering back to her. The TV set caught her attention as she glanced around again.

“Oh, is that a playstation?” Yoshida asked, pointing at the older model he had. Aizawa’s expression shifted to one of pleasant surprise as she pointed out his old playstation, not really expecting her to take an interest in that.

“Yeah, it is. It’s an older one, but it still works just fine. Do you play?” Aizawa asked as she stood up to go look at it.

“Yeah, I love video games. This is a PS2, and it’s in mint condition, holy shit!” Yoshida exclaimed. “What games do you have?” Aizawa watched her get up and admire his old playstation, his heart fluttering once again at how excited and impressed she was over his old gaming system. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and he found himself smiling as he watched her. His eyes fixated on the way she crouched down next to the console, loving that cute little ass of hers.

“Uh, I’ve got a bunch of classics. Metal Gear Solid, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy…” He listed off a few of his games.

“Oh my god, you’re into Final Fantasy?” Yoshida asked excitedly. Aizawa laughed, his chest bursting with intense affection for her. He stood and walked over next to her.

“Hell yeah, I’m a huge fan. Grew up playing them, I’ve got all the classics right here,” Aizawa gestured to the pile of games under the TV stand. Yoshida looked through the stack of disc boxes, her head tilted to the side.

“Wow, Resident Evil 4!” Yoshida was in awe. “Did you know it won game of year in 2005?” she asked earnestly. “And best graphics?” She really did love video games as much as he did, if not more. It was incredibly endearing and made him fall for her even more.

“Yeah, I remember. I played it as soon as it came out. The graphics were insane.” Aizawa said with a nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at her genuine excitement over his games.

“For its time,” Yoshida teased. “The remake is pretty good,” she commented, putting the box down. Aizawa rolled his eyes, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. She could be such a smartass sometimes.

“Hey, don’t sass me little miss. For its time, it was groundbreaking, and you know it.” Aizawa said with a playful glint in his eyes.

“No, I agree! Honestly, some of these old games beat some of the new stuff that’s coming out these days,” Yoshida replied as she re-stacked the CDs.

“Exactly. I feel like the older games just had more heart and soul put into them, the new ones feel sort of lifeless to me. Especially with all the pay-to-play bullshit…” Aizawa grumbled, a hint of disdain in his tone.

“And micro-transactions. Tsk.” Yoshida replied, shaking her head. Aizawa nodded vehemently in agreement.

“Don’t even get me started on those. They’re the bane of my existence. Can’t play a single game without getting bombarded with those stupid pop-ups asking you to buy loot boxes or whatever.”

“Hey look, you’re doing that cute scowl I told you about,” Yoshida giggled. Aizawa’s eyes widened slightly as she mentioned the fact that he was doing the cute “scowl” that she’d pointed out before. He felt heat rush to his cheeks as he realized that he really was scowling, not even realizing he was doing it until she pointed it out to him. 

“Shut up, it’s not cute,” he grumbled.

“Remember when we texted? You said!” Yoshida replied, reminding him that he did in fact say he was cute. Aizawa’s blush deepened even more as she brought up that text conversation, his heart stuttering in his chest at the memory. Dammit, why’d she have to bring that up? He averted his eyes, but it was no use at hiding the blush that was now fully on his face. He sighed in defeat and admitted sheepishly.

“Yeah, yeah, I said that…”

“Aw, now you’re blushing!” Yoshida teased. “That’s even more cute.” Aizawa blushed even more, his heart doing a backflip in his chest as she continued to tease him. Goddammit, why did she have to be so cute?

“You’re relentless,” Aizawa muttered under his breath, trying (and failing) to quell his blush.

“I’m just being honest, Mr. Aizawa,” Yoshida said with a sing-song lilt to her voice as she stood. Aizawa’s heart skipped a beat at her cutesy tone and the use of his name, causing him to shiver slightly. She had no idea the effect she had on him. He gave her a mock glare, expression grumpy.

“You’re being a smartass is what you’re being,” Aizawa said, unable to keep the affection out of his voice.

“Sorry, I can’t help it sometimes,” Yoshida chuckled and crossed her arms. Aizawa shook his head again in amusement, his eyes roaming over her. He had to look away before he did something stupid. He cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I know you can’t.”

“Anyway, did you want to play one of these?” Yoshida asked, gesturing toward his PS2. “If you had something else planned or whatever, that’s cool too…” she trailed off, trying not to be awkward. Aizawa mentally smacked himself for zoning out and thinking about how cute she was, when she was right in front of him suggesting that they play his games. His eyes darted back to her and he shook his head quickly.

“No, no. We can play a game. Let’s play.”

“Which one?” she asked, skipping excitedly back over to the PS2 and kneeling down next to it. Aizawa admired her eagerness and knelt down next to her, skimming over his collection.

“How about Resident Evil 4?” Yoshida’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah! But you have to play, I’m not very good with the controls,” she admitted sheepishly as she picked up the box and carefully put the disc in the console.

“It’s alright. I promise I’ll protect you from the scary zombies,” Aizawa said, a playful grin on his face as he picked up the controller and booted up the game. They both went back to the couch and she sat close enough that their shoulders were touching. Aizawa could feel her body heat, just barely, but focused on the game instead, going through the menu’s and starting a new game. As soon as the game started, he took the reins, taking control of the main character, Leon S. Kennedy.

“The intro is always so entertaining,” Yoshida commented, resting her head on her fist that was propped up by her elbow on her knee.

“Yeah, it’s a classic,” Aizawa replied. He made his way through the game but Yoshida jumped at the jumpscare, instinctively leaning closer to Aizawa, her hand clutching at his shirt sleeve.

“Don’t tell me that scared you.” Aizawa said, his turn to tease.

“It—it just startled me!” she stammered, an embarrassed blush creeping onto her cheeks as she scooted closer to him, her hands still on his arm. Aizawa let out a snort as he continued to play, guiding Leon through the horror-filled village. 

“Uh-huh. It was just a little startle.” He mocked. Yoshida rested her head against his shoulder, squishing her cheek a bit as she watched the screen.

“What? This game is actually kinda scary,” she tried to defend herself. Aizawa felt his heart skip a beat as she rested against him with a little pout.

“Pfft, bullshit. This game isn’t that scary. You’re just a scaredy-cat.” Aizawa joked, his tone light. A beat passed and she tilted her head up at him.

“Can I sit in your lap?” Yoshida asked shyly. “It’s a little chilly and...maybe I’ll be less scared,” she continued, fidgeting slightly. Aizawa nearly choked on his own saliva when she suddenly asked that, her shy tone nearly enough to send him over the edge. He paused to look at the game to look at her frame as she fidgeted nervously.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Come here,” he spoke with visible effort. Yoshida clambered over, carefully sitting herself down, her back flush against his chest and her legs over his. Aizawa moved his arms so he was holding around her waist so he could still use the controller. His heart was racing with the feeling of her body against his, her scent filling his senses was absolutely dizzying. He had to fight the urge to just bury his face in her neck.

“Is this better?” he asked softly. Yoshida nodded, her eyes trained on the TV as he un-paused it.

“Mhm,” she hummed, nestling her hips further into his, trying to get more comfortable. Aizawa nearly groaned out loud as she did. It was almost torturous. He swallowed hard and shifted slightly, trying to subtly adjust himself so his growing problem below wasn’t as noticeable.  

“Good, good. Don’t wanna scare you too much, after all,” he said, his tone light but strained.

“It’s not as scary as the original Resident Evil,” Yoshida commented, stilling her movements now she was comfortable. Aizawa huffed as she mentioned the first game.

“Oh yeah? You’ve played the original?”

“Yeah, I played the ported version on my PS5,” Yoshida replied, idly playing with the hem of my sleeve as she watched the game.

“And it was too scary for you?” Aizawa teased.

“Honestly...yes it was pretty scary. I only got three-fourths of the way through before I got distracted and forgot to finish it,” Yoshida said, intertwining her fingers together. Aizawa laughed at her confession, a smug look on his face. She was indeed a little scaredy-cat.

“You got distracted?” Aizawa repeated. “What do you mean you got distracted?”

“I wanted to play something else at the time, I think,” Yoshida replied, spinning one of the rings on her fingers. “Probably Fortnite or something stupid like that.”

“Fortnite? Really?” 

“I know, I know, but it’s actually really fun,” Yoshida smiled, rolling her head slightly to the side on his shoulder as he continued to mow down zombies in game. Aizawa chuckled and mock-groaned as she defended the game, a smile on his lips. She looked so adorable like that, her head resting on his shoulder, her body snug in his lap. God it was so hard resisting the urge to kiss her senseless like that.

“Ugh... whatever. It’s still a dumb game though.” He teased, trying to keep his mind focused and away from lewd thoughts.

“It is dumb but I have fun playing it, espeically with my brother,” Yoshida said, putting the ring back on and looking back up at the game. Aizawa huffed and chuckled at her statement, still keeping his attention half-focused on the game as he tried to keep his mind in check. It was difficult when she was so damn cute, talking about dumb games and fidgeting nervously with her fingers.

“Yeah but you could, y’know, play good games instead,” He joked.

“That’s true I guess,” Yoshida giggled. Aizawa loved that sound, it made his heart flutter. He continued playing the game, his mind still racing with thoughts of how cute she looked in his lap. How soft she felt, how warm she was, how her scent was filling his nose...

“Damn right it is. There’s so many better games to play.” Yoshida tsked.

“I guess I just have rose tinted glasses and a lot of nostalgia for it,” she said with a sentimental sigh.

“Nostalgia for a battle royale game? Now that’s cute,” Aizawa said.

“Well, ‘cause it used to be an actual good game but it fell off,” Yoshida explained. “I guess what I really miss is the people I used to play it with? I don’t know…”

“Yeah? That’s fair. Nostalgia can do that to people. Doesn’t make the game less shitty though.” 

“It’s shitty but I’m still good at it,”

“Oh? You think you’re good at it?”

“I am!” Yoshida insisted. “I have clips upon clips to prove it too.” she said, poking his arm.

“Hmm, really? Care to show me?” Aizawa said with a smirk.

“Sure, sure,” Yoshida replied, digging her phone out of her pocket and he paused the game again. She scrolled through some videos on her camera roll until she came across the right one. “Here,” she said, pressing play on the video as she held her phone up. He watched silently, somewhat interested to see how good she claimed to be. It was a clip of gameplay with her voice and he assumed her brother in the background as she killed enemies in the game.

Where they at?

Right here, help!

Knocked one. Where’s their dumbass teammate?

Right here. 

So good I don’t even have to aim.

Hahaha yeah that’s ‘cause I’m doing all the damage—The clip cut off.

“Not bad…” Aizawa smirked, genuinely a little surprised. 

“See?” Yoshida said with a slight smirk. He chuckled at her ‘I told you so’ expression.

“Yeah yeah...Impressive.” He teased, his tone still somewhat playful as he playfully nudged her shoulder. She was getting a little too cocky about her silly little talent. She nudged him back.

“Thanks. I take pride in my Fortnite abilities, you know,” Yoshida joked. Aizawa rolled her eyes at her faux bragging, his mind drifting to how sometimes her tongue would poke between her lips when she concentrated.

“Uh huh. A little too much pride, maybe,” Aizawa said teasingly.

“Okay true, but after playing it for five years I think I get to brag at least a little,” she smirked.

“Five years of your life spent playing that dumb game. Wow, what an accomplishment…” Aizawa muttered, poking her side to get a reaction out of her. Yoshida squealed as he did, being extremely ticklish.

“Hey!” she giggled.

“Ha! Ticklish, are you?” He teased with a smirk, lightly poking her side again to tease her some more. He absolutely loved it when she squealed like that. She suppressed a laugh.

“Yes! Don’t tickle me!” Yoshida replied with a grin. Aizawa chuckled lightly and pretended to consider her request for a moment, a smug, playful expression on his face. He absolutely loved hearing her giggle like that, her little squeak of a voice so damn adorable.

“And why shouldn’t I tickle you? Your little squeal is adorable as hell.” He titillated, grinning and poking her side again.

“Do-on’t!” Yoshida squealed through a giggle as she grabbed his hand to stop him.

“Aw, look at you.. you’re so damn cute when you’re all giggly and squeaky like that.” Aizawa said with a smirk, putting down the controller to have a free hand to poke her again, determined to get her giggling again. Yoshida erupted into giggles, her cheeks turning pink and squirming in his lap as he got her before she could swat his hand away. Aizawa’s eyes widened slightly as she burst out giggling again, the sound so precious that it made his heart melt and his pants a little tighter. He chuckled heartily as she squirmed in his lap, her flushed cheeks driving him crazy, her giggles filling the air and making his mind go to certain places.

“Damn, you really are ticklish, huh sweetheart? You’re goddamn adorable when you laugh like that.” Aizwa teased with a smirk, stilling his hands for now so she could catch her breath.

“Haahhahh,” Yoshida panted slightly trying to compose herself and stop laughing. “You’re gonna make my stomach hurt!” She said with a smile but with a whiny tone as she scooted off his lap.

“Ha, yeah? Is that why you’re getting off my lap? So I won’t tickle you anymore?” Aizawa asked, watching her with a smirk. He was tempted to reach out and tickle her again, just to make her squeal again but he decided to leave her be for now and let her recover from the previous attack.

“Tch. I might as well sit on the other side of the room so you can’t tickle me again,” Yoshida replied jokingly and started scooting to the other side of the sofa.

“Oh, no you don’t, sweetheart.” Aizawa said devilishly as he quickly reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back into his lap and wrapping his arms around her to stop her from escaping. He’d pulled her back so she was facing him sitting in his lap, she giggled again and her hands went to her shoulders to keep herself from falling and met his eyes with a grin. Aizawa had to restrain himself from pouncing on her right then and there, her cute little laugh and the sight of her sitting so adorably in his lap driving him insane. He couldn’t help but just keep his eyes on her, admiring her flushed pink cheeks and her gorgeous eyes. Yoshida gave a breathless chuckle, ever so slightly leaning forward as she moved a hand to the base of his neck, her thumb gently rubbing back and forth. Aizawa couldn’t help himself, he suddenly grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against him, so that she was sitting up on her knees, straddling his lap. A small gasp of surprise escaped Yoshida’s lips as he pulled her closer, their noses just inches away from each other’s as her face reddened, quickly becoming flustered.

“Aww...why are you blushing, sweetheart?” Aizawa teased, his hands resting on her hips, both to keep her in place and feel her curves under his fingers. Her warm body against his drove him up the wall. Yoshida swiped her tongue over his lips before replying with another breathless chuckle.

“...I’m just wondering how...wrong it would be if you...kissed me right now…” Yoshida stammered out, her cheeks going a deeper shade of red. Aizawa’s mind almost imploded at her statement.

“Well...as your teacher, it would be wrong.” Aizawa replied, his fingers digging a little harder into her hips. His heart was pounding, wanting to touch her everywhere and just kiss her already.

“I-I know but...kissing doesn’t equal going all the way...r-right?” Yoshida asked shyly. Aizawa’s eyes widened for a moment as her words and question hit him. 

“No…kissing doesn’t equal having sex.” He said, voice slightly strained and a little rougher than usual as he desperately tried to keep his mind from wandering to thoughts of her underneath him.

“One of those can wait til my eighteenth birthday, yeah?” Yoshida asked in a low but playful tone, squeezing his shoulder gently as her other hand crept further up his neck. Aizawa let out a groan, his mind swirling with her words and the way she spoke so suggestively. He took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure, but it was a losing battle.

“God, you’re killing me, kid…”

“Tell me to stop, then,” Yoshida whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear as she blinked down at him with innocent eyes. Aizawa’s whole body shivered at her delicate touch, his mind fuzzy as he took a deep breath, fighting to keep himself in check.

“You’re a tease,” Aizawa murmured, knowing damn well there was no way in hell he was going to tell her to stop.

“To be honest, I have no idea what I’m doing,” Yoshida said with a little giggle as she smoothed back his hair. Aizawa hummed at her confession.

“Damn tease... you have no idea how badly I want to…” He trailed off, not finishing his statement, knowing that if he said out loud what he wanted to do to her, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back anymore. A beat.

“Want to…?” Yoshida prompted him, tilting her head to the side curiously. Her little smile made his brain short-circuit for a moment. He stared at her for a few seconds, trying to find the words to describe what he wanted to do to her.

“I want to... kiss you so badly right now.” Aizawa murmured softly, his voice strained and low, his hands on her hips tightening slightly as to restrain himself from just giving in. Yoshida blushed again.

“I uh...You’ll have to teach me,” she said softly. “Um, how to kiss, that is.” Aizawa’s heart jumped at her timid little request and he tried his best to hold onto what was left of his control. He took a deep breath as he processed her words, the implications behind them almost killing him.

“Oh yeah? I should teach you what to do with that pretty mouth, sweetheart?” Aizawa said softly, his voice low and rough, his hands on her hips shifting her, bringing her a bit closer to his face, his face only inches from hers. Yoshida licked her lips again, her eyes darting between his lips and eyes.

“Mhm,” she hummed, nodding. Aizawa’s heart was hammering in his chest, her tongue flicking out again to wet her lips and her innocent, yet seductive hum and nod almost driving him over the edge. His eyes flicked from hers to her lips as well, her tongue, her lips driving him insane, making it even harder to stay in control.

“Ah. Then I’d love to teach you.” Aizawa mumbled, his eyes fixed on her lips as he slowly leaned in closer to her, their faces mere centimeters apart. Yoshida nodded once, swallowed hard and adjusted her overalls.

“Okay then...what’s the first step?” Yoshida breathed, glancing at his lips.

“Well, sweetie,” Aizawa began in a gruff tone, his eyes fixed on hers. “First, you lean in...like this.” Aizawa slowly moved his hand to cup the back of her neck, guiding her head down closer to his.

“And then?” Yoshida asked quietly, his breath fanning across her face. Her soft tone sent chills down his spine, her flushed cheeks making him dizzy.

“Then, you close your eyes,” Aizawa instructed in raspy voice, his other hand moving to caress her jaw, his thumb tracing over her bottom lip. Yoshida smiled and obeyed, awaiting his next step.

“Now, you tilt your head like this,” Aizawa guided her head again to move slightly to the side, their faces almost perfectly aligned now. Her breath hitched, heart fluttering in her chest as she listened to his words, keeping her eyes closed.

“Open your mouth, ever so slightly,” he murmured, fixated on the sight before him. Yoshida parted her lips just so, a hand tightening on his arm in anticipation. Aizawa nearly couldn’t handle it.

“Hmm...That’s a good girl. Now, when you want, you just move forward...so your lips connect,” Aizawa explained lowly, feeling her warm breath on his lips. Yoshida took a second to prepare herself before doing as he said. Aizawa’s heart jumped as she moved forward just a bit and her soft, delicate lips finally connected with his. Sparks shot through his body at the feeling of her lips on his and an intense wave of desire washed over him. Aizawa cupped her face and let out a soft sigh as he moved his lips against hers so carefully, giving her a slow, chaste kiss. Yoshida was awash in deep contentment, her hands staying still as she wasn’t sure if she was meant to move them. His slightly chapped lips brushing against hers in a drawn-out dance. Aizawa couldn’t help but find her innocence and naivety a huge turn-on. He slowly pressed forward into the kiss, his lips moving against hers with more pressure, his hands holding her face gently, head spinning.

Yoshida pulled away a bit, already breathless and almost lightheaded, a hand going over her mouth. Aizawa smiled at her dazed look, looking like she was shocked and overwhelmed by the kiss, made his stomach flicker and made him want to kiss her again and again.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Aizawa asked in a soft tone, still holding her face. Yoshida sucked slightly on her lower lip, savoring the tingling feeling spreading through her lips, head and whole body. She nodded, blushing furiously. 

“You sure? That wasn’t too much?” Aizawa asked again, his thumb rubbing her cheek. Yoshida hummed thoughtfully as she shook her head.

“Um...Can we do that again, Mr. Aizawa?” Aizawa’s heart jumped at her question, her soft voice and innocent wide eyes making him want to kiss her again and again, and never stop. He was a weak man, and her calling him ‘Mr. Aizawa’ didn’t help his already waning self-control. He chuckled softly, his thumbs tracing her cheeks before he slowly moved one of his hands underneath her chin and gently lifted her head up to look directly at him.

“Hmm... I don’t know. I’d hate to overwhelm you too much.” Yoshida lips pulled into a small pout, her eyes pleading.

“Please, Mr. Aizawa?” she begged. “I-I need practice, don’t I?” Aizawa’s heart nearly stopped at the sight of her flustered pouty face. He took a deep breath, desperately trying to keep himself together. He had to remain the responsible adult between them, right?

“I don’t know, we should stop before—” Yoshida cut him off by pressing her lips to his. Aizawa’s eyes widened at the sudden kiss. This girl was driving him insane, and she wasn’t even doing it on purpose. He instantly let out a low groan as he gave in, the feeling of her lips against his sending sparks of desire through his whole body, extinguishing much of what was left of his control. Aizawa moved a hand to grip the back of her neck, holding her in place, before returning the kiss, his lips moving against hers more urgently. Yoshida hummed, a noise from the back of her throat as they kissed, lightly brushing her fingertips against his cheek. Aizawa’s heart was hammering as their kiss deepened, growling in response. He tilted her head slightly to give himself better a better angle, her soft touch driving him insane. Aizawa wanted more. He always wanted more with her.

Yoshida took a quick breath before kissing him again, her other hand creeping up his arm to rest on her shoulder. Her innocent, exploitative touches and her eagerness to kiss him was making his brain starting to turn to mush and his control slipping more and more with each passing second. Aizawa tangled his free hand in her hair, gripping it gently at the scalp, pulling her closer as their lips moved against each other more desperately. Another few moments of kissing passed until she broke away to breath again.

“Hehe…” Yoshida breathed. “Your stubble is scratchy.” She whispered, still blushing. The thought of her little face rubbing against his scruff like a cat made him feel weak in the knees. He ran his fingers through her hair, smiling.

“Yeah? You don’t like it?” Aizawa asked in a teasing tone.

“No, I like it!” Yoshida said quickly. “I just didn’t expect for it feel that way.” Aizawa chuckled again, her quick response making him amused. He leaned into her touch as she brushed her fingertips over his jaw, the soft touch and the look on her face making his heart skip a beat. He slowly wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her a bit closer against him, holding her in place in front of him.

“Well, if it’s bothering you, sweetheart…” Aizawa murmured, feigning a serious tone. “I could just get rid of it.”

“I did see you on TV at that press conference, when you had your hair in a ponytail and you were all clean shaven?” Yoshida recalled. “It was...hot.” She muttered, glancing away from him with a small grin. Aizawa’s heart fluttered at her confession, his mind going blank for a second before the implications of what she just said hit him. She thought he was hot without the stubble… that was extremely useful information. He couldn’t help but tease her a little bit, knowing how much more he could affect her with just his words.

“Oh really? Should I just go full suit and tie then, sweetheart? You think I’d be hot like that?” Yoshida blushed at the thought, the image of him in a proper suit sent a shock of heat straight through her.

“Uhh, I mean, you don’t have to, but uh, I think you look good in a suit,” She murmured. Aizawa’s mind reeled as she got so flustered from just the idea.

“Yeah? You like me all proper and tidy, don’t you?”

“I-I like both,” Aizawa’s heart jumped at her soft, stammered confession, his smirk growing into a warm smile. She was just adorable, and her flustered blushing little look made him want to kiss her again.

“Both, huh? So you think I’m hot no matter what style I wear?” Aizawa asked in a teasing, gruff tone, gently running his thumb over her waist. Yoshida nodded with shy grin. She was so adorable, and the fact she admitted to liking both his rugged and clean look was making him feel both warm and very turned on. He moved a hand to gently rest under her chin, tilting her head up slightly, his fingers tracing lightly over her skin.

“You know, I think you’re hot no matter what you wear too.” Aizawa said. Yoshida blinked.

“Y-You think I’m hot?” she stuttered. 

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? I’m not blind.” Yoshida carefully put her hands on both of his cheeks, leaning down closer to him.

“You’re too nice to me,” she whispered against his lips. Aizawa’s heart pounded at her gentle touch, her cute, innocent words, and suddenly being so close again. He could feel her breath against his lips, her weight on his legs, and the whole situation was driving him mad with desire. He let out a low sigh, his hands moving back to rest on her waist, pulling her even impossibly closer against him.

“You... make me want to be nice, sweetheart.” Aizawa murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough. Yoshida kissed him again, hands move tentatively over him. Aizawa’s heart pounded as she closed the distance between them, the feeling of her soft, timid lips on his sending a shiver through his body. He gently tilted his head at the touch, allowing her easier access to him as their lips moved together. He let out another low, soft groan against her mouth as he felt her hand on the back of his neck, the light touch making his mind spin. He desperately wanted to take over, to hold her tighter and kiss her more deeply, but he held back, letting her take the lead.

Yoshida kissed him gently, slowly, letting this new tingling feeling in her lips spread out across her body, new sensations washing over her. Aizawa returned the gentle kiss, matching her deliberate pace. It was a bit difficult to hold back though, every fiber of his being wanted to take control and pick up the pace. But seeing her face, her flushed cheeks and wide eyes, her cute smile... it was worth holding back and letting her explore this new experience. Yoshida let out another small hum of enjoyment as she hesitantly moved her hands again. Aizawa nearly moaned in response when he felt her hand on his collar, the feeling of her soft touch right on his chest making his mind spin. The thought of her grabbing onto his shirt was too much, her fingers clutching onto his front, it was making his control disappear even faster. Aizawa pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, and panting softly. He tried to get his breathing and thoughts under control, desperately trying to not lose himself. Yoshida made a disappointed noise as he pulled back.

“Was that okay?” She whispered nervously. His heart ached.

“Y-Yeah, more than okay,” Aizawa murmured, voice low and ragged. “Just...trying to hold back.”

“Hold back?” Yoshida asked, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head. Aizawa almost laughed at her expression. He took a deep breath to steady himself.

“Yeah, holding back. Trying not to kiss you more…”

“You can kiss me more if you’d like,” Yoshida replied. “Curfew isn’t until ten.” Aizawa’s heart skipped a beat at her innocent, soft words, her suggestion making the last bit of restraint inside him disappear. This was his chance to give in to his desires and take what he wanted.

”You’re sure?” Aizawa asked, voice coming out in a rough whisper, his grip on her hips tightening as he held her firmly against him, his eyes darkened and filled with desire. Yoshida gave him a smile as she nodded, putting a hand on top of his own.

“Mhm!” she agreed. “But, please, teach me if there’s other things I should know…”

“There’s quite a few things I could teach you, sweetie.”

“I have one question though…” Yoshida said, Aizawa giving her a small nod of acknowledgment. “What’s French kissing?” Aizawa chuckled softly at her innocent and unexpected question, his mind flashing through scenarios before answering her. She really didn’t know anything, did she?

“French kissing? Well, that means that you use your tongue when you kiss.” Aizawa replied, voice coming out in a low, seductive whisper, his hand on her jaw gently stroking her skin with his thumb.

“Could we...Can we try that?” Yoshida asked. Aizawa’s heart skipped another beat at her question, her innocent tone and wide eyes making him weak. He felt himself shiver at the thought of her using her tongue for the first time, imagining what kind of sounds she would make, how she would react..

“Yeah, sweetheart…” He murmured softly before slowly closing the distance between their lips again. He paused for a second, inches away from her mouth again. “Just... Just follow my lead, alright?”

Yoshida nodded slightly before tilting her head and parting her lips like he’d taught her, her eyes slipping closed as she leaned closer. She looked so sweet and innocent, and he desperately wanted to explore and test her boundaries. Aizawa gently held her jaw in place as he moved back in to capture her lips again. His tongue slowly traced her bottom lip, gently prodding for entrance. She got the message and parted her lips more. Aizawa let out low groan as her tongue finally met his, the feeling and taste of her nearly driving him insane. He gently began to slowly move his tongue against hers, testing her and seeing how much she would allow him. A moan escaped Yoshida as her tongue clashed against his, her fingers tightening around his shirt. Aizawa nearly lost himself completely at the sudden moan slipping from her lips, the sound going straight through him and making his mind spiral. She was actually enjoying this, getting swept up and overtaken with the sensations, it was almost too much. He had to hold himself back and remain in control, just a little longer…

Another, louder and more breathy moan left Yoshida’s lips as pleasure washed over her with the force of a tsunami, putting her other hand on his shoulder. Aizawa felt his mind nearly go blank at the wanton moan she let out, the sound driving him absolutely insane. This girl was going to be the end of him, and he was loving every second of it. He gently squeezed her thigh with his hand, his grip tightening as he continued to dominate the kiss, his tongue slowly, gently exploring every inch of her mouth. Aizawa was completely lost in her, his mind only focused on her sweet, delicious taste, the sound of her soft moans and the feeling of her body on his. He couldn’t get enough, he wanted to kiss her more and more, to see and hear more of her innocent reactions. He gently moved his hand from her jaw to behind her head, pulling her into the kiss more and angling her head back, allowing him to kiss her more deeply. Yoshida was hardly able to think, the only thing on her mind was the taste of his lips, the shape of his face, the heat of his body under her. She was getting lost in him.

Aizawa groaned against her mouth, completely losing himself in the kiss and her. Her innocence and sweetness were nearly killing him, making him want more and more of her, to take complete control and dominate her completely. He slowly and gently ran his tongue over hers, nipping playfully at her lip before pulling away for just a moment. As he pulled away, a string of saliva connected their lips as Yoshida panted quietly.

“Sweetheart…” Aizawa whispered against her lips, voice coming out in a low, ragged, gravelly tone. Aizawa felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight of her swollen lips and her hazy eyes, and he felt another shiver run down his spine. She looked so innocent, yet so debauched at the same time, it was driving him crazy. He took a deep breath to steady himself, his eyes slowly roaming over her face.

“Fuck, darling. You’re too adorable,” He murmured, his hand on her thigh squeezing gently. Yoshida ran her thumb over his chin as she glanced over his flushed face.

“More,” she murmured, a needy tone in her voice as she leaned back down. Aizawa felt a shiver run down his spine at her needy, soft whisper, her desire only driving his own more. She was so sweet and submissive, yet so demanding, and he loved it. Loved how innocent she was, yet knowing what she wanted.

“More…?” 

“More kisses please,” Yoshida whispered in a pleading tone. Aizawa felt his mind go totally blank. She was just so cute, her tiny voice asking so innocently for more of him... he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, you’re killing me.” He groaned before grabbing her hips and quickly pulling her even closer, sitting her even more firmly in his lap. He then moved a hand to the side of her head, holding it in place as he leaned back in and captured her lips in a deep, rough kiss. Yoshida kissed back, trying to match his pace, her hand trailing down from his shoulder, to his pecs, to his waist, her fingers sneaking under his shirt. Aizawa felt himself shiver as her fingers crept under his shirt, her hand gently roaming over his abs, the feeling of her light, tentative touch on his bare skin making his mind spin. Yoshida was just so naive, yet slowly starting to explore more and more. He couldn’t get enough. His hand on her body tightened, his fingers gently digging into the soft flesh of her thigh, his other hand still keeping her head in place as he slowly pushed his tongue into her mouth again.

Yoshida, with a careful, feather light touch, moved her fingers up his hip. Aizawa felt himself shiver again as her light touch crept higher up under his shirt, her soft, warm fingers roaming over his side, her touch barely even there at first but driving him crazy nonetheless. He desperately craved more though, and with her wearing overalls, he couldn’t get to her skin, which was driving him insane.. He broke away from the kiss, panting softly as he took a shaky breath.

“Darling…” Aizawa murmured, voice coming out in a frustrated whisper.

“Mm?” Yoshida hummed in a questioning manner, blinking down at him as she retracted her hands to rest on his shoulders. Aizawa let out a soft, frustrated huff as she retracted her hands, the feeling of her fingers leaving his skin making him miss her touch. He looked up at her silently, taking in her loving expression as she looked down at him, before he slowly smirked, an idea forming in his mind.

“Can I ask you a favor, sweetheart?” He asked with a somewhat suggestive tone. Yoshida tilted her head to the side thoughtfully with a smile.

“Depends,” she replied softly. Aizawa chuckled softly at her reply and her innocent yet cheeky answer. She was just too adorable, and now, she was the perfect mixture of innocent and playful, which only made him want her more.

“It’s an innocent favor, babe,” Aizawa smirked softly at her before moving his hands up to the bib of her overalls. “Just trust me, alright?”

“What is it?” Yoshida asked with a small chuckle. Aizawa smiled at her laugh, his heart fluttering at how cute she was. He gently tugged on her front, his fingers playing with the straps. The overalls she was wearing were too cute too… Especially imagining her in only those and what he would do to her.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” Aizawa asked with a grin.

“What is it?” Yoshida asked again, matching his grin with a giggle. Aizawa’s heart skipped at her cute, cheeky smile and her sweet, innocent giggle. God, she was just too cute... but he wouldn’t let her cuteness get the best of him this time... he had a mission now, and he was going to get her to agree.

“The favor is,” Aizawa began, grinning as he continued to toy with the straps of her overalls. “You should take your overalls off.”

“You said it’d be innocent, that’s not innocent,” Yoshida scolded him jokingly, batting his hands away as he chuckled. She was right, taking off her overalls was not an innocent favor, but he was feeling a bit playful, and wanting to tease her a bit more.

“It is innocent! At least partially!” Aizawa exclaimed, gently grabbing her hips to keep her where she was, looking up at her with a faux innocent expression. He knew that she wouldn’t agree to his request easily though, she was too shy for that…

“You are so--!” Yoshida was cut off by a familiar ringtone from pocket. “Oh, that’s mine,” she muttered under her breath as she clambered of off his lap. Aizawa huffed and pouted when she got off his lap to answer her phone, missing the feeling of her weight on his lap. He didn’t mind her answering the phone, but it had come at the most annoying time. He had been so close to making her agree to his request... or at least, get her to say no with a cute look on her face.

“It’s Denki,” Yoshida whispered to him as she held her phone up to her ear and greeted him. Aizawa nodded in silent acknowledgment to her when she whispered who it was from, and he tried to contain his irritation at the name. Of course it had to be Kaminari that was calling her right when he was about to try getting her to agree to his request. Of course he would cockblock him…

Aizawa huffed quietly to himself when he heard her talk idly with Denki and listened to what he told her. A movie night, with practically all their classmates in the dorm? His plans to spend more time alone with her would have to be put on hold now. Yoshida thanked Denki and hung up the phone, tucking it back into her pocket.

“Hey, Mr. Aizawa I’m so sorry but they’re asking for me back at the dorms… You don’t mind if I leave early, do you?” Yoshida asked, feeling a little guilty for asking so abruptly. He just nodded in response to question, forcing a smile.

“No, not at all, go on, kid. Your friends want ya.” He replied as he stood, trying to hide his disappointment in his tone. Yoshida bit her lip.

“I’m sorry...They’re playing the new Star Wars and I kinda really want to see it,” Yoshida said sheepishly as she picked up her backpack. Aizawa grunted in response to her answer, silently hoping she wouldn’t notice that he was slightly irritated. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep her away from her friends, and he didn’t want to either, but... he didn’t want her to leave so soon. He wanted her to stay, wanted to keep her in his lap and keep kissing her.

“...I’m just annoyed I couldn’t convince you to take those overalls off first.” Aizawa muttered under his breath. Yoshida stepped over to him and gave him a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on her tip-toes to reach.

“Next time I’ll wear something easier for you to take off,” Yoshida whispered in his ear, blushing at herself for saying something like that. Aizawa’s breath hitched at her little comment in his ear and he nearly groaned as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly against his chest. The cheeky little comment caught him off guard and he felt his irritation slowly start to melt away, replaced by a soft, affectionate feeling instead. Next time, she said? So there would be a next time.

“That better be a promise, darling.” Aizawa chuckled in her ear, nuzzling her neck. Yoshida smiled as she pulled back.

“I promise,” she said, pulling her backpack on all the way and heading toward the genkan where she left her shoes. Aizawa felt his heart skip at her promise, feeling almost a little giddy at the idea of her wearing something for him in future, just for him. Damn he was turning into a lovesick idiot around her. He followed her to the genkan and leaned against the wall, watching her put her shoes on while he pouted silently. Yoshida glanced at him as she tugged her converse on.

“Aww, don’t look so sad…” Yoshida said, frowning at him. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” She reminded him that tomorrow was Monday. Aizawa huffed and pouted again slightly at her comment, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her finish putting her shoes on. He knew that he would see her at school the next day, but he wanted her here now, in his arms, with him, alone. He didn’t want her to go but he knew he couldn’t make her stay.

“I know, but I’m not a very patient man.” Aizawa mumbled under his breath, trying not to sound needy.

“I know, I’m starting to realize that,” Yoshida chuckled, standing up as she finished tying her shoes. Aizawa pouted more at her little comment. Fuck, she really had his number, didn’t she? She could see he was impatient and needy when it came to her, and he both loved and hated it. She knew exactly how to get a reaction out of him.

“Shush you,” Aizawa muttered, trying to hide the fact that his heart skipped at her laugh. Yoshida stepped over to where he was leaning against the wall and pressed a little kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll see you later.” She murmured. Aizawa felt himself shiver and melt yet again as her soft lips brushed against his cheek briefly. Damn her and her sweet little gestures... He wouldn’t admit it, but he could practically feel his knees going weak when she kissed him, no matter what part of his skin her sweet lips touched.

“Tomorrow can’t come soon enough,” Aizawa mumbled back quietly, silently cursing himself for sounding whiny. Yoshida tsked playfully.

“Who knew you were such a romantic?” She joked with a grin. Aizawa blushed slightly in embarrassment, turning his head away to hide his flushed expression.

“Shut up, you cheeky little thing... You just bring it out in me, that’s all.” Aizawa protested, pouting again and still hiding his blushing face away. 

“Bye,” Yoshida said, giving him a small wave as she exited his apartment. 

“See ya.” Aizawa called after her. The light fluttering of his heart turning into a dull, aching feeling in his chest. Dammit, he didn’t want her to go. He didn’t want her to leave him alone, he didn’t want her to be with the rest of the brats in the dorms. He wanted her back in his lap, in his chest, in his hands and arms where she belonged. 

Aizawa flopped back onto his bed after she left, groaning to himself softly. Dammit. It was so annoying not being with her. He wanted to be the one making popcorn and watching films with her, cuddled up in his lap... not the other brats, especially not Kaminari. He let out another sigh and stared at the ceiling, feeling like a lovesick idiot. As Aizawa lay on his bed, wallowing in his miserable thoughts while pining for Yoshida, the rest of the class in the dorms were currently getting together for their movie night. They were starting to get settled down in the common room, pillows and blankets laid out on the floor and couches, and the TV was already set up. They were just waiting for any missing classmates to arrive before the movie could start.

The film came and went, the class sat around, watching the screen and munching on snacks, with a few whispering to each other. Tenya in particular tried his best to shush them, insisting they pay attention to the movie and not talk through it. Yoshida spent a majority of the movie whispering to Tsu and Ochaco, not really paying attention since her thoughts lingered elsewhere...

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Aizawa flopped back onto his bed after she left, groaning to himself softly. Dammit. It was so annoying not being with her. He wanted to be the one making popcorn and watching films with her, cuddled up in his lap... not the other brats, especially not Kaminari. He let out another sigh and stared at the ceiling, feeling like a lovesick idiot. As Aizawa lay on his bed, wallowing in his miserable thoughts while pining for Yoshida, the rest of the class in the dorms were currently getting together for their movie night. They were starting to get settled down in the common room, pillows and blankets laid out on the floor and couches, and the TV was already set up. They were just waiting for any missing classmates to arrive before the movie could start. The film came and went, the class sat around, watching the screen and munching on snacks, with a few whispering to each other. Tenya in particular tried his best to shush them, insisting they pay attention to the movie and not talk through it. Yoshida spent a majority of the movie whispering to Tsu and Ochaco, not really paying attention since her thoughts lingered elsewhere…

The next week went by quickly. It was a blur of short glances during class, shared smiles, and stolen kisses in the secluded stairwells between classes. It was Sunday night, twelve days until Yoshida’s birthday (not that he was keeping track) when he shot her a message in hopes she was still up. Aizawa wasn’t sure if she was paying attention to her phone or if she was with her friends, but he wanted to talk to her all the same, even if it was just a few brief messages before she went to bed.

“Hey sweetheart. You still awake?”

“hi yes im up”

“What are you up to?”

“the girls and i were playing animal crossing in the common room but kirishima and denki kicked us off to play smash bros but im abt ready for bed now”

“All by your pretty little self?”

“well ive got my stuffies with me so im not totally alone lol”

“Lucky stuffies. I bet they get to cuddle with you all night.”

“aw is someone jealous?”

“Of course I’m jealous. I wish I was there instead of them. I’d hold you way better.”

“that may be true but little megazord here is a good pillow i cant deny”

“It may be a good pillow, but I’d be a better one.”

“well id rather cuddle u if u were here”

“If I was there right now you wouldn’t be cuddling any stuffed animals. You’d be in my arms instead.”

“are u free friday btw?”

“Yes, I’m free Friday after school. Why? You got plans for me?”

“u should come over and we should watch a movie”

“Oh yeah? Just a movie? Nothing else planned?”

“maybe a couple more kissing lessons?”

“I was under the impression I was an excellent teacher.”

“never hurts to have more practice”

“You’re not wrong. Definitely doesn’t hurt to get some extra practice in. You’re always a great student when it comes to kissing.”

“and ur a great teacher mr aizawa :))”

“Are you really going to make me wait all the way until Friday to kiss you again?”

“weeeeeell ur welcome to come over right now”

“You’d really let me?”

“only if u want to ik its chilly out tn”

“I don’t care about the cold. Plus, you’d keep me warm, wouldn’t you?”

“ofc! are u planning on coming up thru the building or the balcony?”

“I’d prefer the balcony, more exciting that way, don’t you think?”

“i’ll leave it unlocked for u :)”

“You’re sweet. I won’t be long.”

“that was way easier to convince u than i thought lol”

“Oh shush you.”

Aizawa then pushed himself up from his bed, reading the texts over again. Yoshida could be pretty cheeky, but then again, she wasn’t wrong. He’d practically jumped at the chance to go and kiss her again. She had him wrapped around her finger. Aizawa crept out of his apartment, the cool night air immediately wrapping around him in an icy embrace. He made his way toward the 1-A dorm and walked around the side until he found the spot below her room balcony. Aizawa took one last look around the area, making sure no one else was out this late before he made his way upwards, quickly scaling up the side of the building with his capture scarf and slipping inside.

The lights were off in her room, he glanced behind him as he slid the door shut. Aizawa felt a rush of excitement run through him as he was in her room. He let out a quiet, soft breath as he looked about. Even in the dark, he could make out all the furniture. Her bed…

“Sayaka?” Aizawa whispered into the darkness, unsure if she was still awake.

“C’mere,” Yoshida whispered from the bed, buried under at least two blankets. Aizawa felt a bit of relief when he heard her voice, and immediately walked over towards the bed, slipping his shoes off on the way. He climbed across the mattress towards her, trying to feel around under the blankets to find her. Yoshida gravitated to him like a magnet, wrapping her arms around his midsection and shoving her face in his shoulder. Aizawa felt his heart explode. He didn’t care how pathetic it sounded, but he’d missed her all week. He quickly returned the gesture and held her tight, resting his chin on top of her head, breathing in her scent. Yoshida slotted one of her legs between his, intertwining their legs as she let out a happy sigh.

“Missed you…” Yoshida breathed, and Aizawa couldn’t hold back a smile, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“Missed you too,” Aizawa whispered back, one hand gently rubbing up and down her back. Feeling her snuggled up against his body like this was a special feeling. One he’d really missed. Aizawa held her for a moment, just feeling her body against his, running his hand over her back and listening to her soft breaths. He felt so content in this moment, holding her tight and just enjoying their closeness. However, he couldn’t help but notice something. Something that piqued his curiosity and amused him a bit. Aizawa felt his hand run over something on the bed between them that felt rather fluffy and not very human shaped. He smirked and had to voice his thoughts.

“I wonder who I’ll find if I lift up these covers...your stuffed animals?”

“Don’t!” Yoshida whispered, grabbing his hand, a peeved smile on her face. “You’ll disturb them.” Aizawa let out a soft huff and grinned, loving how she was playing along with it. He did hate the thought of those stupid stuffies being in bed with her when now he was here with her instead. Aizawa shifted, pulling the blanket down a little from Yoshida’s shoulders.

“Oh come on, I’m curious now.” Aizawa was able to see her properly, illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the balcony door. Yoshida looked tired, but she had a relaxed expression on her face. He looked down further and saw she still had something tucked under one of her arms. He was determined to figure out what it was. Aizawa gently tried to pull the blankets down more, needing to see this mystery plushie.

“Stop it!” Yoshida giggled, trying to keep her voice down as she pushed the plushie under the pillows so he wouldn’t see. Hiding it from him like that only made her look more adorable and made him more determined to tease her.

“Aww, baby. Don’t be shy now. I just wanna see your plushie, so I know who’s in bed with you.” Aizawa was able to finally pull the mystery plushie out from under her pillow, and in the dark, he could just make out the shape of a polar bear. He couldn’t help but smile a little, feeling his heart melt at how cute and childish she was.

“Oh my god,” Aizawa chuckled, holding it up to look it over.

“I’ve had him since I was little, okay?” Yoshida defended herself, rolling over to hide her embarrassment. It was just so adorable that a strong and independent girl like her still slept with her old childhood plushies. And as she turned over, she seemed to smack into a couple more plushies. Aizawa couldn’t help but smirk.

“Yeah, and it looks like you’ve got a little zoo here,”

“Don’t tease me,” Yoshida whined with her face down in the pillow.

“Hey, you brought it up. I’m allowed to tease you. I can’t believe such a powerful hero still sleeps with plushies. A polar bear, a panda, and… is that a cat?”

“It’s a tiger, excuse you,” Aizawa chuckled again as she snatched the tiger from him, obviously still very embarrassed about her plushie collection. Her face was still buried in her pillow though, so he couldn’t see her expression clearly.

“Yeah yeah, it’s a tiger, darling. Are you that embarrassed about them? They’re cute, but I’m a little concerned they might take over the whole bed if you keep adding to this collection…”

“This is only some, the rest I left at my parents house.” Yoshida replied, shoving the tiger in the corner with the others. He couldn’t help but imagine her bedroom at home. Probably like an entire toy store of stuffed animals, all sitting on a bed, stacked on shelves.

“Jesus Christ. I’m a little scared to find out how many you have total.”

“I’ll keep it a secret then,” Yoshida said. Aizawa gently reached out and took a hold of her waist, pulling her close to him again. He wanted to hold her in his arms, the both of them laying face to face beneath the covers. Yoshida glanced over his face in the near dark, two fingers reaching to brush his long black hair out of his eyes.

“Kiss?” Yoshida requested in a whisper, her thumb caressing his jaw.

“Yeah. I’d like a kiss.” Aizawa whispered back to her, his hand squeezing her waist. Yoshida leaned closer, tilting her head and parting her lips for him, the very way he’d taught her. She’d remembered… Aizawa let out a shuddering breath as his hand on her waist slowly slid down to her thigh, gripping a bit tighter.

“That’s it…” Aizawa mumbled, before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. When their lips touched, it was like fireworks in his chest, setting off a flutter of butterflies in his stomach. She was so soft and adorable… Aizawa was completely infatuated with her. His hand on moved up to her side was clutching her tight now, almost as if he was scared she’d disappear under his fingers. His tongue carefully licked at her bottom lip, wanting more. The small hum that she let out against his mouth made his mind fuzzy. She wasn’t fighting him for dominance, she wasn’t being rough and needy. She was being soft and gentle… and that made Aizawa’s heart race.

He loved the way she touched his face. Her scarred, careful fingers tracing his jawline and gently tucking a strand of hair back behind his ear sent shivers down his spine. It felt so loving, so sweet, and he never wanted this moment to end. Their soft, languid kisses continued as her fingers traced his neck, and Aizawa felt like he was going crazy. He was addicted to the way she touched him, the way she let him take control of the kiss. He wanted to run his hands over her body, touch her skin, feel all of her. Aizawa’s tongue was cautiously licking and tasting hers, before he softly sucked on her tongue, adoring the little gasps he elicited.

Yoshida felt a bolt of heat go straight to her core as he continued to deepen the kiss, she could feel herself get more worked up. Aizawa felt her hand trail down from his face, touching his neck and shoulder. He let out a soft moan against her mouth. His mind was growing fuzzy around the edges, only a single thought on his mind: her. Yoshida’s voice, her lips, her body...he wanted all of her. Aizawa pulled away from the kiss momentarily, nipping at her jaw all the while his hand traced up along her side.

“Mmf, ‘m ticklish,” Yoshida murmured breathily as she shivered at his kisses descending down her neck. Aizawa chuckled. She was so sensitive, so reactive. He kissed down her neck to her collarbone, his stubble scraping against her skin.

“Hmm? You’re ticklish?” Yoshida giggled, her hand going back to his face, running her fingers through his stubble.

“You’re scratchy and it tickles too,”

“Scraaaatchyyy? But you love my stubble, darling, you told me it makes me look hot,”

“It does, I love it,” Yoshida replied, holding both his cheeks now. “It’s sexy.” Aizawa snickered.

“Mhm, does it now?” Aizawa leaned closer to her ear, whispering in a huskier voice. “What else do you find sexy?”

“I like when you put your hair up,” Yoshida cooed. “And when you wear your goggles riiight here,” she traced his forehead. Aizawa hummed approvingly, she was so easily aroused by his hero equipment, it was just adorable.

“Just my goggles? What about my scarf?”

“I love when you’re grouchy and hide your face behind it,” Yoshida said, pinching his cheeks.

“Oh, you like my grumpy face? How embarrassing…” Aizawa teased, moving his head to gently nip at her fingers.

“Why embarrassing? It’s adorable.” Yoshida mumbled petulantly. Aizawa snorted, biting down again.

“Adorable? How’s my grumpy face adorable? That can’t be true…” Yoshida brushed her thumb over his lower lip.

“Maybe it’s just me then?” Yoshida said quietly. Aizawa hummed in thought against her fingers. He was starting to wonder if Yoshida would just find him cute in any way no matter what he did.

“What else? Me napping in my sleeping bag?”

“Yeah that’s cute too,” Yoshida smiled, conjuring the image in her mind. Now Aizawa was feeling self-conscious about it since he napped in class all the time though his thoughts were interrupted as she poked his cheek.

“Hey darling, can I ask you a question?”

“Mhm?” Yoshida hummed back. Aizawa took a small moment to just look at her sleepy-looking face staring back at him in the dark. He started to run his fingers through her hair.

“But...it’s like, a weird question.” Aizawa’s voice was soft and quiet, almost as if he felt embarrassed about asking.

“Oh? What is it?” Yoshida replied, stifling a chuckle. Aizawa rolled his eyes at her little huff. She was going to get so worked up when he asked.

“I’m just gonna ask it. No giggling or teasing, okay?”

“Okay, okay,”

“Okay...I swear if you laugh at me for this though I’m going to bite you…”

“I swear!” Yoshida was grinning already. Aizawa kept his hand in her hair, gripping slightly, steeling himself for her reaction.

“Alright… You find me attractive, right?” Yoshida squeezed his cheek again.

“Yeah,” she replied softly. Aizawa couldn’t help but feel nervous. Her answer and small touches weren’t helping the situation either.

“But, I mean, do you find me hot?”

“Very hot,” Yoshida murmured. Those two words made Aizawa’s heart skip a beat. The fact she’d confirmed this fact for him again, and the way she said it so casually, sent a wave of heat through his body. He pulled her even closer to him closing the bit of space that was between them before resting his head against her shoulder.

“Hmm…” He let out a low, shaky breath against her shoulder. He was trying to control himself. Trying to keep his cool. But her words and her body being so close to his was making it nearly impossible to stop himself from feeling so worked up. Aizawa slowly lifted his head and nuzzled his nose into her neck, his hands slowly trailing down her torso towards her hips. Aizawa buried his head in her neck, his hot breath against her skin making him shiver as he nuzzled his face into her. The words and feelings he was trying to hide were becoming harder and harder to contain the more she was pressed up against him like this. His hands had reached her hips now, and he gripped onto them, pulling her body even closer to his, his lips against her neck now

“Darling…” Aizawa’s voice was lower than usual, unsteady and breathless.

“Yes baby?” Yoshida asked, drawing over his ear. His mind was becoming foggy, she was just so close, her skin so soft. Her voice, her gentle touch, her scent, her closeness... all of it was slowly making him lose his mind. At the sound of her calling him baby, Aizawa couldn’t hold it in anymore. He almost let out a groan at the nickname.

“Darling, please…” Aizawa practically whined, nuzzling his nose in her neck more. Yoshida pursed her lips into an amused smile.

“What?” Aizawa was slowly starting to become frustrated with her. She was so close, but he didn’t have her as close as he wanted. Aizawa kicked the blankets away and knelt over her, one between her legs. He couldn’t stop himself from whining as he nuzzled his face against her neck again and spoke in an almost pleading voice.

“I want you…”

“A-Ah—M-Mr. Aizawa,” Yoshida moaned. The sound sent a jolt straight to his core and he swore under his breath. He moved to the other side of her neck, his hands gripping her waist tighter.

“Don’t call me Mr. Aizawa,” he growled.

“Y-You want me to call you Shouta?” Yoshida breathed. He grunted, his name sounding so good coming from her, he swore he could melt right then and there. He pressed his knee against her again, licking a stripe up the column of her neck.

“Say it again,”

“Shouta…” A breathy hum escaped her lips as he guided her hips. Aizawa almost groaned, it was like music to his ears. He almost couldn’t take it anymore. Yoshida was so close, he needed her closer. Now.

“Can I make you feel good?”

“M-Mhm,” Yoshida nodded slightly. As soon as she gave her consent, Aizawa couldn’t hold back any longer. He wasn’t sure how he’d even lasted this long already. He needed her. Needed to touch her, to feel her, to make her feel good. He started to press slow, open-mouthed kisses to the side of her neck, his knee pressing into her a little more.

“Ngh—Sh-Shou,” Yoshida whimpered, pushing back into him. Each sound she made, each movement, every little reaction she had to him just stoked the fire even more, making him even more desperate to touch her, to make her moan his name. Aizawa continued to kiss and suck at her neck, his knee pushing a little more into her as he began to gently grind his hips against her as well.

“Mm—nnm – you – you’re gonna,” Yoshida moaned, holding onto his bicep. Aizawa grunted at her response, her moans going straight into his already frenzied mind. He was trying to go somewhat slow, not lose himself too much, but she was making it so hard for him.

“Mmf, gonna what, darling?” Aizawa mumbled against her ear, his voice low and heavy.

“I—I could come j-just like this,” Yoshida whimpered, her face heating up. Aizawa felt a bolt of electricity go through his body at her words. Hearing her say that she could come just from him, from his knee and hips pressed up against her and making her feel good was driving him absolutely wild.

“Y-yeah? Really? Mff... All with m-my knee?”

“Mm, h-harder please,” Yoshida whimpered. Aizawa sunk in teeth into the flesh of her neck, marking her a little as he spoke a rough whisper in her ear.

“Like that? You like it like that?” Yoshida nodded weakly, biting her lip as her muscles tensed. It was slowly sending him to his breaking point. He wanted her more than anything right now.

“Sayaka… can I touch you?” Aizawa spoke huskily in her ear. Yoshida whined wordlessly, nodding. His mind was quickly becoming almost completely fogged over. He slowly dragged his hand from her waist up over her stomach, his fingers lightly trailing over her skin. He nipped at her ear gently as he spoke, his voice deep and rough.

“Can I touch you inside?” Aizawa asked, his hand undoing the drawstring of her shorts. Yoshida nodded again, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip, eyes bright and curious.

“You have no idea what you do to me…” Aizawa slowly put his fingers under the waistband of her shorts. “Lift your hips for me, darling… I can’t reach you… please…” He spoke gently in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. Yoshida lifted her hips a few inches, her shaky hands holding onto his shoulders. Aizawa groaned at how quickly she followed his command, her submission to him just made him more desperate. He continued to pull her shorts down, now to her mid thigh.

“Mmm, there we go...Are you gonna let me go further?” Aizawa purred into her neck. Yoshida nodded hastily, murmuring her assent.

“Okay...good girl...You gotta tell me right away if it gets to be too much,” Aizawa told her as his hand slid under the waistband of her underwear. He gently pressed his palm against her pussy, gently rubbing and letting her get used to the touch. The first touch made him shiver a little, the heat of her core against the palm of his hand making his breath catch in his throat for a second.

“Mm, you doing alright?” Aizawa asked in a quiet voice, his other hand gently rubbing her hip, holding her close against him. Yoshida’s toes were curling and she mumbled an affirmation, her eyes glued to him. He put his head against her shoulder, nuzzling the soft skin there as he slowly dragged his fingers up and down through her silky folds, his touch still gentle, still testing the waters. He wanted to be careful of everything he did. He’d never forgive himself if he accidentally hurt her

“Feels good?” Aizawa asked quietly, looking for a confirmation that she was enjoying herself as he continued to nuzzle against her shoulder. Yoshida’s breath hitched as he continued his soft ministrations.

“Mmn, yes, feels good,” Yoshida murmured back.

“Good...Keep me updated okay?” Aizawa mumbled against her neck, his heart beating faster as his fingers started to go a little deeper. He had to stay focused now, he couldn’t lose himself too fast while he was fingering her for the first time. He wanted it to feel good for her, keep it gentle. Yoshida had to bit her lip harder to keep any more sounds from spilling out. Aizawa started getting a little impatient. His finger’s movements started to get a little more firm and deliberate. He didn’t want her holding in her noises, he’d stop her.

“Babe, don’t bite your lip. Let me hear you…” Aizawa whispered, laying a little next to her instead of hovering over her. Yoshida drew in a stuttering breath.

“...’M scared I’m too loud. Neighbors could still be awake,” She whispered, clinging onto him harder. Aizawa groaned a little at her words. He wasn’t thinking clearly enough to remember they were back at the dorms, and that the others are in rooms just next to his. He’d have to get a little more creative if he didn’t want the other students hearing her

“Then you’ll just have to be a good girl and keep those pretty little moans nice and quiet for me, won’t you?” Aizawa growled in reply. A quiet moan escaped Yoshida again just from his words, she bucked her hips against his hand.

“I-I will,” Yoshida whimpered.

“I know you will…” Aizawa mumbled in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. He started to nuzzle against her skin again before speaking against her ear.

“Can you keep your hands on me? Keep your hands on my arm and shoulder?” Yoshida squeezed his arm, a low keening noise emitting from the back of her throat.

“Hhng—Shouta…” Aizawa’s breath caught, she sounded so pretty moaning his name like that.

“You gonna be a good girl and come for me soon? Gonna show me what I do to you?” Aizawa rumbled as his hand increased speed, making her back arch.

“C-Can I?” Yoshida whimpered, her legs starting to quiver.

“Yeah, yeah you can,” Aizawa muttered against her skin, watching her reaction intently. “Come for me, baby, c’mon… do it f’ me,” With a quiet, breathy moan of his name, her thighs tensed up and she shook with the force of the orgasm. Aizawa groaned against her neck and bit down gently on the sensitive skin as his eyes darkened, listening to her moaning for him, feeling the way her thighs clenched and quivered. He’d never felt this desperate before, so much so that he could barely hold himself back from pouncing on her right there and then.

“Good girl… such a good girl… I’m gonna give you a second to catch your breath… then I ain’t holdin’ back anymore…”

“Hnngmm...wh-what are you gonna do?” Yoshida whispered, blinking at him. Aizawa chuckled quietly, noticing how small and sweet she looked with those wide eyes looking up at him. It was adorable in a way, her cute innocence mixed with the fact that she had just came on his hand

“You’ll see...” Aizawa mumbled, nuzzling his nose against her neck and shoulder, making sure she was okay, catching his own breath so he didn’t jump on her prematurely. He gently ran his hand over her stomach for a moment, slowly getting his breath back in check. Feeling her body shiver as he touch her skin felt so good. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to have her right here, right now. But he also needed to keep his head on straight so he didn’t lose control

“Mmm... you doing okay? Not too overwhelmed?”

“F-Feel almost dizzy,” Yoshida mumbled, catching her breath. Aizawa chuckled quietly at her words, feeling a little proud of himself for making her feel that way. Seeing her a little dizzy, and a little breathless while she tried to catch her breath was a nice sight

“Mm, a little woozy, huh?” He leaned in a little closer, nuzzling against her neck, biting down gently on her tender skin for a moment before speaking in a low murmur against her ear. “Does your head feel too fuzzy to keep going?”

“I feel sleepy...fuck.” Yoshida whispered into his shoulder, her eyes drooping as she shimmied back into her shorts. He could feel how relaxed she sounded and just how exhausted she had gotten just from one orgasm.

“You are so cute, angel…” He said quietly, rubbing his hand over her tummy again, feeling her warm skin under his palm as he mumbled against her ear. “You sleepy?” Yoshida’s eyes fluttered closed as she snuggled closer into him giving a small hum. He found it so adorable to see her like this, all tired and worn out, but it was also kinda cute that she really didn’t have much stamina for this. At least not yet.

“Already sleepy after just one little round?”

“...’M sorry...’m make it up to you…” Yoshida muttered into his shirt, pushing one of her legs between his his, getting more comfortable. She really was a sweetheart, even as she tried to be more naughty for him.

“You don’t have to be sorry, love, maybe you just need a little practice, huh?” Yoshida went more relaxed in his arms.

“Mm...yeah…” She mumbled. Aizawa held her closer, feeling her go all limp in his arms. It was nice, having her here, in her bed, cuddled up against his chest, all sleepy in his arms, but it still left him pretty riled up.

“Mmm, maybe I’ll have to train you to build up that stamina, hm?” He spoke quietly in her ear, gently nestled his face into her neck again.

“Mhm...’n’ more kissin’ lessons?” Yoshida asked in a whisper. Aizawa hummed quietly, nodding his head in agreement. This silly little question made him chuckle a little, but it also made him think back to the night they had their first kiss

“Mm, definitely more kissing lessons… maybe a few other things too…” His hand still rubbing over her stomach, starting to rub lower as he spoke, just above her hip. Yoshida was drifting off, her breath warm against his shoulder.

“Love you daddy,” Yoshida mumbled.

“Baby, you’re gonna kill me if you keep sayin’ stuff like that…” Aizawa’s hand traced over her bare hip, still rubbing gently as his mind tried to wrestle the impulse to take her and claim her right now. He should let her go to sleep, she’s tired and worn out, but…

“Babe, you still with me?” Aizawa paused for a moment, listening to her breathing. It was slow and even, soft and quiet. She was asleep. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he let his chin rest against her head again, gently holding her against him.

“God, you’re such a pain in the ass sometimes…” He mumbled quietly before pressing a small kiss against her forehead and closing his eyes as well. Aizawa relaxed as he held her against him, letting his mind and body finally calm down as he held her. The drive to take her and claim her was still there, but he forced himself to try and forget about it so he could sleep. With his chin resting on top of her head, he let his eyes close and dozed off, his arm still holding her against him.

Aizawa woke up a few hours later, earlier than usual. He slowly blinked his eyes open, not fully awake yet. He groaned quietly as he looked down at her head against his chest, and his arm around her waist. He knew it was early, way too early to wake up, but he also knew he had to get up and return to his own place, He let out a long, quiet sigh before snuggling against her still-sleeping form, speaking quietly into her hair

“Babe, baby… I gotta get up…”Aizawa said lowly. Yoshida stirred slightly, her hair messy from sleep and she pushed against him slightly.

“Wha?” Aizawa smiled. Seeing her all sleepy and adorable in the morning was just too precious, but he still had to get up, no matter how badly he wanted to stay laying here in bed with her.

“I gotta get up… Gotta get back to my place before school… But I don’t wanna move…”

“M’kay...I’ll get up too,” Yoshida mumbled, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. Aizawa could’ve groaned at the sight of her pretty doe eyes blinking up at him, still half asleep.

“You don’t have to get up, go back to sleep, it’s still early…”

“What time is it?” Yoshida asked through a yawn, reaching over him to search the nightstand for her phone. Aizawa picked it up for her and tapped the screen to life, showing her the bright screen.

“Early, barely past five. You don’t have to get up yet, go back to sleep,” Aizawa whispered gruffly. Yoshida let her head flop back down onto the pillow, holding him tighter.

“You can’t go yet.” Yoshida whined. She was making it so difficult to get up and move.

“Babe, I have to get back to my place before class...I got stuff to do,”

“Do you have time for me to make up for last night before you go?” Yoshida asked, a pout on her lips. Aizawa perked up at her question. He knew he was going to be screwed at school, tired all day and distracted, but it was so hard to say no.

“How much time do you need?” Yoshida smiled.

“Well, that depends on if you want a few kisses or teach me something new,” she whispered, her hand pushing his shirt back to touch his hip. Aizawa could already feel the heat start to build in his chest at the very thought of her ‘paying him back’ like that. He bit his lip, struggling between his school responsibilities and the desire to stay in bed with her. He wanted her badly.

“What exactly do you want to learn, angel?”

“Teach me how to make you feel good,” Yoshida whispered as she brushed over the zipper of his pants. “here.” Aizawa’s breath caught in his throat. He put his hands on her wrist, gently stopping her for a moment, looking in her eyes.

“Wait a second, wait a second,” Aizawa took a deep breath, trying to control himself for a moment so he could speak. His pants felt so tight already but he knew he needed to keep his head straight. For a second at least. “There’s somethin’ I gotta tell you ‘fore we go any further here.” Yoshida gave him a curious look, tilting her head to the side, indicating she was listening.

“Just...I don’t want you feeling pressured or like you have to do something you don’t want to. I want you to tell me if we go to far or something doesn’t feel right for you, understand?” Yoshida nodded.

“Yeah, I get it.” She whispered back, leaning over him, one hand still on his hip. Aizawa breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted Yoshida to be relaxed and comfortable with this, he didn’t want to move too fast and end up freaking her out.

“Good...good girl,” Aizawa mumbled. He looked up into those beautiful gray eyes that were looking at him with such love it made his heart hurt. “I’m gonna teach you how to make daddy feel good, doll, you understand?” Yoshida’s skin went tingly and her stomach somersaulted and she nodded with a dreamy look on her face. Aizawa raised one hand to cup her cheek, his thumb rubbing gently.

“Good girl...Daddy’s gonna guide you and tell you what to do, alright?” Yoshida nodded again, more eager than ever. “Scoot up a bit.” Aizawa mumbled, tapping her side to signal for her to move. She shifted so she was basically straddling his thighs, now fiddling with his waistband. Aizawa’s hips automatically flexed to get accustomed to her weight. Aizawa grasped her wrists again, trying to stop her for a moment, trying to stay in control.

“Wait a minute, baby, wait a minute,” Yoshida’s fingers paused and she glanced up at his face, humming questioningly. Aizawa let his eyes rove over her, taking her form in the dim light. Her messy hair, pajama shirt falling off her shoulder, in his lap. He took another breath, trying to focus.

“Honey, how much do you know?” Aizawa asked, his voice a little rougher. Yoshida’s lips quirked into a smile and red bloomed in her cheeks.

“Well, I’ve seen a dick before if that’s what you’re asking,” Yoshida replied quietly. “In pictures ‘n’ videos.” Aizawa’s eyes widened slightly at her little confession. He felt a pang of jealousy at the thought that she’d looked at other men that way, but he chided himself immediately, telling himself to calm down.

“Have you...ever touched one in real life?” Aizawa dared to ask. Yoshida shook her head, the blush now having spread to her ears. “Have you ever done anything else with a guy? Like make out?”

“With you,” Yoshida said shyly. Aizawa’s mind went blissfully calmer as her comment hit him, a possessive feeling rising in his chest. He swallowed hard, staring up at her as he took a second to recover.

“Just me? No one else you’ve done any of that with?” Aizawa asked for clarification. Yoshida shook her head again, fingers playing along the edge of his pants.

“That’s why I need you to teach me,” Yoshida whispered. Aizawa felt like he was going to spontaneously combust. Her slender fingers, marred with pink burn scars, felt like little electric shocks straight to his groin as she undid the top button of his pants.

“F-Fuck,” Aizawa stammered, letting go of her wrists.

“Come on,” Yoshida cooed melodically as she worked on the zipper. “Tell me what to do, what you like.”

“Touch me...put your hands on me, through my boxers,” Aizawa groaned. Yoshida tugged the fabric of his pants to the side enough that it was just his tented boxers showing. She put her palm on his length, barely applying any pressure.

“Like this?”

Aizawa had to keep himself from bucking his hips against her hand, a soft groan escaping his throat as he leaned his head back. He closed his eyes, trying to control himself, Yoshida’s touch feeling better than he’d felt before, even through the thin black boxers, already staining with pre-come.

“Yeah, just like that, angel. Keep your hand right there,” Aizawa affirmed. Yoshida hummed and glanced down at his dick with keen interest.

“It’s warm...and hard,” Yoshida whispered with a little giggle. Aizawa’s head was resting on her pillows that smelled like her shampoo, his thoughts going fuzzy from her touch and observations.

“Mm...that’s what happens when you’re all cute like you are right now,” Aizawa replied in a raspy tone. Yoshida gave his dick a bit of a squeeze, testing the waters as she smiled.

“Hey, this doesn’t count if we keep our clothes on, right?” Yoshida asked. Aizawa found himself holding back another groan, his entire body twitching from her touch. He cracked a slight smile, his mind still an empty horny mess.

“No, it doesn’t count,” Aizawa breathed.

“Okay...Have to wait…” Yoshida replied, moving her hand more. Aizawa found that little comment of hers, reminding him that they had agreed to not have sex until after her birthday, making his chest ache. She looked so pure and innocent right now, but she still had that little cheeky side to her. He groaned again, moving his hips slightly into her hand, seeking more friction.

“Right… we have to wait…” Aizawa tried to calm himself down, but he almost couldn’t help it, his breath coming in quiet, low gasps and his hips thrusting into her palm on their own accord.

“Ahhh… baby, I need you to stop for a second… just a second…” Aizawa almost whined as she pulled her hand away, the absence of Aizawa almost whined when she pulled her hand from him, the absence of her touch suddenly being very noticeable and frustrating. Her words made him realize that she was thinking she’d done something wrong and he had to correct her.

“No, no… you did nothing wrong. You just feel too good and I need a second…”

“Too good?” Yoshida repeated. “Don’t—Don’t you want to come?” she asked, confused. Just her saying that word combined with the look on her face and her sitting there in his lap in just her pjs was almost too much for him to bear. He’s been trying so hard to keep it together, but she’s making him feel like he’s losing his mind.

“Yes, I want to come, baby, I want to so bad… But it might make a mess on your clothes and sheets and I’d have to clean us up, and I’ll need a second to catch my breath,”

“It’s messy?” Yoshida asked. Aizawa’s breath hitched again at her comment. He could hear the innocence and curiosity in her voice, and once again he reminded himself that she had never done this with a guy before.

“It’s a lot of-- fluid, baby… it could potentially get all over your shirt and stuff... just trust me when I say it’s not the easiest thing to clean up.” Yoshida’s lips parted in surprise.

“Oh,” she mumbled. “I didn’t know that.” Aizawa found her small, surprised expression and her little “oh” so adorable, a quiet chuckle escaped him. He was suddenly reminded of how inexperienced and innocent she still was, and the thought made his chest ache and all the possessive feelings he had for her returned again He leaned forward, gently resting his forehead against hers.

“Yeah, now you know. Now you understand why I need a minute to calm down?”

“Oh yeah...you gotta go to yours, huh?” Yoshida said, fixing his pants. Aizawa held his breath momentarily as her hands gently tidied him up again, the movement of her hands on him feeling so good in combination with her still being straddling his lap. He exhaled in slightly disappointment, knowing he really did need to get up and get ready for work and didn’t have any extra time to take her to bed. He chuckled again at the thought and his eyes met hers again.

“Yeah, I gotta head home and get a shower and stuff,” Aizawa said as Yoshida scooted off his lap and onto the bed next to him.

“I’ll see you in class though.” Yoshida murmured. Aizawa found himself already hating the loss of her warmth and her weight when she climbed off of his lap, his eyes following her movement across the bed as she sat down beside him He reached over, gently running a hand through her hair, pushing it back off her face as he nodded.

“Yeah… I guess I’ll see you in class in a couple hours… try and get a little more sleep, okay?” Aizawa whispered. Yoshida hummed back, her eyes already slipping closed.

“Love you,” Yoshida mumbled as she pulled the blanket over her shoulders. Aizawa’s heart gave a little pang at her soft, sleepy little phrase. After hearing it, he definitely didn’t want to be going to work anymore. He wanted to be staying here with her.

“I love you too… Sleep well, baby,” Aizawa stared at her for a moment longer, watching as she got comfortable in bed. He wanted to be the one to hold her, he wanted to be cuddled up next to her, sleeping in the bed right along with her… but he knew he couldn’t do that. He had to go to work and actually do his job as a teacher. He reluctantly pushed himself out of her bed, standing up with a slight huff as he looked over at her curled up form in the bed one more time. He loved her so damn much…

With one last glance at her, Aizawa had to force himself to walk away from her bed. He walked to the front door of her dorm, stopping for a moment to look back at her one more time. He hated that he had to leave her to go to work. He wanted to crawl back into her bed with her and hold her so badly… but he didn’t have time for that. He took a deep breath, a soft sigh escaping him as he reached for the door handle and left her dorm.

Chapter Text

The morning of Yoshida’s 18^th birthday, Bakugo begrudgingly made pancakes to celebrate. Some of the girls gathered in the kitchen to help, and they said it was a present from the class. The kitchen was alive with the warm hum of early morning activity. The sun streamed through the dorm windows, casting golden light across the counters cluttered with bowls, spatulas, and various ingredients. Bakugo stood at the stove, his brows furrowed in intense concentration, flipping pancakes with a precision that only someone who secretly cared about the outcome could muster. He grumbled under his breath about ‘wasting time on stupid birthday nonsense’ whenever someone tried to talk to him/

Mina was perched on the counter, kicking her legs back and forth as she whisked together more batter.

“Hey, Bakugo, make them a little fluffier this time, will you?” she teased, leaning over to inspect his work.

“Shut it, Pinky,” he barked. Ochaco giggled as she set the table, carefully arranging plates and silverware with little paper cranes folded from napkins.

“I think it's sweet that you're doing this, Bakugo,” she said, glancing over her shoulder.

“It's not sweet, it's efficient!” he shot back. “Better to just get it over with than listen to you all nagging about it all day.” From the doorway, Todoroki leaned against the frame, a bemused expression on his face.

“You could have said no,” he pointed out.

Bakugo huffed, flipping another pancake with unnecessary force. “Shut up, Icy Hot.” Meanwhile, Jirou was in charge of the music, her phone connected to a small speaker that played a mix of upbeat songs that matched the cheerful atmosphere.

“Hey, Sayaka’s coming,” she announced as she peeked down the hall. The kitchen erupted into a frenzy of activity. Mina hopped off the counter to carry a stack of pancakes to the table, while Ochaco lit the candles on a makeshift centerpiece. Bakugo slid the last pancake onto a plate with a flourish and folded his arms, scowling at the group.

“This is so lame,” he muttered, though his ears turned a suspicious shade of pink. As Yoshida walked in, rubbing her eyes and adjusting her red uniform tie, the entire class erupted in a loud chorus of ‘Happy Birthday!’ The sight of her friends gathered around the table, the tower of pancakes topped with whipped cream and fresh fruit, and Bakugo scowling at the stove brought a bright smile to her face.

“And here's your stupid pancakes,” Bakugo added, shoving a plate toward her before turning back to clean up the mess he'd made. Yoshida laughed, her heart warm as she stepped further into the room.

“Oh my god thank you guys so much this looks delicious!” Yoshida remarked, taking in the smiley face of whipped cream.

“Happy birthday, Yoshida,” Mina said, pulling her into a hug, both grinning ear to ear.

“Thank you, really you all didn’t have to go through the trouble, this is amazing!” Yoshida exclaimed to the group of girls and nudging Bakugo with my elbow. He was standing over the griddle, grumbling as he poured more batter, not looking up from what he was doing.

“Yeah, whatever. Just eat the damn food and leave me out of it…” Bakugo huffed. Yoshida happily dug into the pancakes, sitting between Tsu and Mina. The girls all started eating with her, all of them watching her closely to see her reaction to Bakugo’s cooking. They all smiled as she seemed to enjoy the food and talked among themselves, excited chatter and giggling filling the room. Soon enough, Denki and Kirishima made a beeline through the kitchen, straight to Bakugo.

“Did we miss the party?” Denki joked as he and Kirishima were practically hanging off him pestering him for pancakes.

“Hey! Get the hell off of me, Pikachu! Shitty hair! You vultures, let me cook in peace, dammit!” Bakugo grumbled. Denki and Kirishima were ignoring Bakugo’s complaints and were still hanging off of him, both of them practically begging him with puppy-eyes and whining for him to give them some food. Bakugo continued grumbling at the two, trying to shake them off and push them away from him as he began pouring more pancake batter on the griddle.

“Shut up, you damn extras! I’m cooking, you’ll get food when it’s done! Quit hanging all over me!” Bakugo shouted at them. Denki and Kirishima both whined and complained a little longer, trying to get some of the food from him right at that moment, but giving up and letting him cook when it became obvious that he wasn’t going to give in to their begging.

“Hey, why don’t you guys come sit over here?” Yoshida offered to the two boys. They smirked at each other and sidled over.

“Hey, birthday girl! Happy 18th!” Kirishima said cheerily.

“Thank you,” Yoshida beamed.

“So, you excited? Got any big plans for today?” Denki asked with a bright smile.

“I might visit my family after school,” Yoshida lied, cutting her pancakes into bite sized pieces.

“Yeah? Spending some time with your folks? That’ll be fun, I’m sure they’ll have some sort of celebration planned for you.” Denki easily accepted the lie and Yoshida mentally sighed. Yoshida chewed her pancake slowly, letting the buttery sweetness melt on her tongue as she nodded.

“Yeah, something like that,” she murmured, eyes flickering to her plate to avoid theirs. The silverware clinked softly against porcelain, a pleasant sound in the gentle hum of the kitchen.

“Man, I bet they’re gonna pull out all the stops,” Kirishima said, grinning wide. “My mom’s are all about those milestone birthdays. They would probably rent out a whole party hall if I let them.”

“Right?” Denki leaned forward, propping his chin on his palm. “Bet they’ve got balloons, a big ol’ cake, and one of those embarrassing slideshow things with all your baby photos. You’re doomed, Yoshida.”

Yoshida’s laugh was short but genuine. “Yeah, doomed. Can’t wait to see baby me in high definition,” she joked, flashing a quick grin before stuffing another bite into her mouth to avoid saying more. The lie sat heavier than the pancakes in her stomach, but she’d committed now. No turning back.

“Well, if you’re free later, we’re hitting up that new arcade after school. Thought it’d be cool to celebrate with you,” Kirishima offered, pointing at her with his fork like it was a contract. “Don’t think you can skip out on us, birthday girl.”

“Aw, thanks, guys,” Yoshida’s smile softened, guilt biting at the edges of her mind. “But I’m pretty sure I’ll be stuck with family stuff all night. Y’know how it is.”

“For sure,” Denki nodded sagely. “Family’s got first dibs. Just don’t forget about us little people when you’re opening a mountain of presents.”

“I’ll try to remember you when I’m swimming in all my new riches,” she teased, tapping the side of her head like she’d make a mental note. She glanced at the clock on the wall, heart skipping just a little faster. The hours felt like they were moving too slowly and too quickly all at once.

Her phone buzzed lightly in her pocket, and she didn’t have to check it to know who it was. Her fingers twitched. She’d read it later, somewhere they wouldn’t see. The weight of it was familiar now — this quiet, pressing feeling of a secret tucked just beneath the surface of her day.

Aizawa was sitting at his desk at the front of the class, he was lazily checking over some notes from the other day as the class began filing in, quietly chatting among themselves. His head slowly lifted as students continued to enter the room, and the sound of their voices got a little louder, but the voices seemed more lively and cheerful than usual this morning. He sat up a little straighter at his desk, his eyes immediately zeroing in on Yoshida’s form as he stared at the group of girls she was talking to as they walked into the class, the sound of her voice causing his chest to ache with how much he had missed hearing her. The students were arguing about video games, and the discussion had pulled several others into it.

“Oh my god, boring?! God of War is not BORING, you take that back right now!” Mina snapped, seeming insulted. There was another small eruption of chatter and playful banter after Mina’s sharp words at Denki, most of the other people in the conversation suddenly chiming in to pick sides. Aizawa huffed quietly from his spot by his desk, finding the argument amusing to watch, almost entertained by the way the class had suddenly all become incredibly invested in a silly little argument about video games. Aizawa had to reluctantly step in and quiet down the noisy class, he was actually enjoying listening to the playful argument but it was time for class and they couldn’t stay at it all day

“Alright, alright, calm down, enough with the discussions, class is starting,” Aizawa told the class and they went back to their usual quiet demeanor. The class continued normally and Aizawa began teaching again, but he found that he was having a hard time paying attention to what he was doing. He found himself distracted, his mind slipping from his task at hand and his eyes always finding their way back to Yoshida for no goddamn reason. His thoughts kept swirling around her and trying to focus on his class was almost impossible now. Yoshida was also daydreaming about their secret little rendezvous that they planned for that night.

Class ended after a painful hour and all the students started packing up to head to the next class. Aizawa found himself struggling to keep himself from reaching out and stopping Yoshida from leaving when she gave him that sweet, little smile and wave before she was suddenly yanked out of class by one of the other girls. His chest ached as she disappeared from his view, he felt like a part of his attention and concentration went with her as she left with the others.

Aizawa felt like he was going insane, the rest of his day dragged on and he was unable to distract himself or focus on anything other than the idea of finally being able to have Yoshida alone again later that night. Every time his mind wandered back to her, reminding him of what he wanted to do- what he was going to do- with her later. Aizawa was able to get through the last of the school day with relative ease but for Yoshida it felt like time was moving through molasses.

Once class was dismissed for the day, Yoshida headed straight back to her dorm to get changed. Aizawa wasted no time heading back to his apartment, wanting to be sure he was able to get there before Yoshida did so he could have time to calm down and not feel like an over anxious freak when she came over. He made it to his apartment building quickly and quietly, unlocking the door and getting inside while trying to keep himself from grinning like a maniac. He locked the door and made his way to his room, pulling out the box from under his bed and making sure that everything he needed was still there before putting it back where it was and walking into the bathroom to get a quick, cold shower.

The cold water running over his still tense body, his mind racing and trying to calm himself down before Yoshida showed up tonight. He’d been thinking about this all day and had been looking forward to it for a while now, and now that he was finally getting to go through with it, he felt like he was going to be a goddamn wreck once she actually came over tonight. He stood under the stream of frigid water for several minutes, using the time to keep himself from driving himself insane with anticipation, doing everything he could to make sure he could keep his composure when Yoshida actually got there tonight and- holy shit what the hell was he going to say or do once he finally had her here? He felt like he was on the verge of having a conniption.

He shut the water off, drying himself off and getting ready to go into his bedroom. Aizawa was feeling better after the cold shower, but he still felt the familiar tension that was coiled tightly in his chest, the excitement and anticipation building back up in his mind as soon as he was done drying off and putting a pair of sweats on. He headed back into his bedroom as he searched for a clean shirt to put on, his mind still racing with thoughts of Yoshida and the things he was going to do when she finally came over later that night. Aizawa tried to keep himself calm, he didn’t want to seem so damn jumpy and nervous around her when she-- wait, why was he still thinking so much about this? It wasn’t like he actually had feelings for- wait a minute, no, he did have feelings for her.

Aizawa stopped suddenly, realizing what he had just thought. He didn’t just have a little bit of a crush on Yoshida. It was more than that, it was a hell of a lot more than that. He was completely and undeniably falling for her. He felt something deep in his heart go tight at the realization, his heart giving a little pang as the thought hit him, but the realization didn’t really surprise or scare him, he had been slowly falling for her without even realizing it for some time now and it had just happened before anything else.

He let himself sink down onto his bed, gray v-neck in hand, his mind now replaying all the instances where he should have realized it, all the moments where he had felt something for Yoshida but had ignored it or pushed it away. It felt like a truck had just hit him square in the chest as he remembered every single time he had thought about her without even really realizing it and he finally forced himself to stop pretending. His shoulders slumped, all of his internal arguments and denials finally slipping away as the realization sunk in. He let himself sit there for several moments before he slowly checked the box under his bed once again. He pulled the lid off this time, staring at the contents. Aizawa was still feeling a little overwhelmed by the realization that had finally hit him, but now his mind was starting to slowly shift focus, realizing that the thoughts and feelings he had for Yoshida were more than just a passing crush or feelings of being protective towards her; he was really falling in love with her. He had to try and focus on getting everything prepared now though, the little box in his hands could wait until later. Aizawa stood, opting to put the box in his dresser drawer instead, his mind shifting back to the present. He wanted to make sure that his apartment was clean, it didn’t really matter what she saw, but he wanted to make things as nice as possible for her tonight. It was her day, after all, and he didn’t want the setting to be shitty when he finally got his chance to give Yoshida what he had wanted to give her since that day in the hallway.

Finally nearing the time they’d agreed upon to meet, Yoshida knocked on the apartment door after pacing outside it for a few minutes. Her heart was already beating out of her chest with excitement and nervousness. He was about to open the door and welcome Yoshida inside but he found himself pausing, frozen on the spot for a minute as he tried to compose himself before he opened the door and- oh boy, Yoshida.

The door swung open, revealing a glimpse of dim light from inside. He stood there, framed in the doorway, his eyes locking onto Yoshida’s with a softness that made her heart lurch. For a moment, neither of them spoke, just stood in the quiet of the hallway as if the air had thickened around them. Aizawa stood there, his eyes immediately flicking up and down Yoshida’s form.

He was dead. Surely he had died and gone to heaven because she was standing in front of him wearing a pair of black thigh high socks and matching jewelry he hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing before and a shirt that’s neckline dipped further than her usual attire. He could tell she was even wearing a little makeup. And a skirt. Yoshida was wearing a fucking skirt.

“Hi,” Yoshida greeted him shyly.

“Hey,” he managed, his voice quiet but warm, like the gentle flicker of a candle's flame. “Happy birthday.” His gaze lingered on her, taking in every detail—the way her coat hung off her shoulders, the slight flush on her cheeks from the cold, the way her hands nervously fidgeted with the strap of her bag.

“Thanks,” Yoshida replied, her voice barely above a whisper, as if anything louder might shatter the fragile moment. Her lips curled into a nervous smile, and she felt a ridiculous surge of warmth at just the sight of him.

“You…” He started to say something but stopped himself, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle. “You’re early.”

“I…” Yoshida’s eyes darted away, embarrassed. “I couldn’t help it. Didn’t want to be late.” She glanced back at him, and the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing worth seeing—made her throat tighten with a mix of joy and nerves.

“Well, I’m glad,” he said, stepping aside and gesturing for her to come in. “I’ve been—ah, well, I’ve been looking forward to this.” He ran a hand through his hair, tousling it in a way that seemed too natural to be intentional, and Yoshida’s heart gave another sharp twist.

“Me too,” she admitted, walking inside.

“You… you look amazing,” he said, his eyes flitting back up to hers like he’d been caught staring. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit she’d seen him do a hundred times before, but it felt different now—more vulnerable.

“Thank you,” Yoshida said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I figured I’d dress up a little. Special occasion, right?” Her voice was light, but the way she glanced at him from under her lashes was anything but. Aizawa was struggling to keep himself from staring. God, she looked gorgeous. He had to literally force himself not to let his gaze roam over her again, but god, those thigh high socks were already getting to him again, his mind was already starting to fill up with thoughts of him wrapping his hands around her waist, slowly trailing them down your legs, pushing up her-- yeah, he needed to stop thinking like that before this night even began.

As he locked the door behind her, Aizawa found himself wanting to take in and remember every little detail of Yoshida tonight. The way the socks hugged her legs, the curves and shape of her thighs in them, and it made his breath hitch. He had to force himself to look away from Yoshida’s legs before he said something really weird to her. He cleared his throat a little, trying to collect himself and remind himself that he needed to keep himself calm. He had to at least try to control himself, even though he found it so damn difficult around her.

“You look nice like that,” He couldn't keep himself from blurting out a compliment, it was the best he could do when he had to keep himself in check “The makeup… It looks good on you.”

“Oh, thanks for noticing,” Yoshida said, a slight blush appearing already as she dropped her backpack on the floor next to her boots in the genkan.

“Yeah… the earrings look good, too… they suit you.” Aizawa said, the words slipping from his mouth again without him realizing he was speaking again, his voice coming out a little softer now.

“I-I’m glad you like it,” Yoshida stammered as she followed him into the apartment and was met with a soft scene. Her eyes swept over the room—the glow of string lights draped along the wall, the small table in the center set with plates and a small cake topped with a single, unlit candle.

“Did you do all this?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise as she turned back to him.

“Yeah,” he admitted, glancing away, his fingers tapping lightly against his thigh. “Is it okay?” Her heart swelled at the sight of it all—the care, the thoughtfulness. She turned to him with a smile so radiant it could’ve lit the candle on its own.

“It’s perfect,” she said, taking a step closer. “I love it.”

Relief washed over his face, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Good. I—” He stopped himself, rubbing at the back of his neck again. “Good.”

“You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that?” Yoshida teased, tilting her head with a grin that made his heart trip over itself.

“Don’t do that,” he muttered, but he was smiling now too, looking at her with the kind of fondness that made it feel like the world had shrunk down to just the two of them.

“Do what?” she asked, her eyes shining with mischief as she stepped even closer, close enough that their hands could brush if either of them moved just a little.

“That,” he said, his voice softer, like he’d just remembered how to breathe again. “That thing where you’re… you’re just…” He trailed off, searching for the right words and failing miserably.

“Just what?” she pressed, her voice a little quieter now, a little closer.

“Perfect,” he said, like it was the simplest truth in the world. “You’re just perfect.” Her breath hitched, her eyes flicking down to his lips for a split second before finding his eyes again. Time seemed to slow as they stood there, the space between them so small it might as well have been nothing at all.

“Shouta,” she said softly, his name like a prayer on her lips.

“Yeah?” he breathed, his gaze locked on hers.

“You’re gonna have to kiss me now,” Yoshida whispered, and before the words had fully left her mouth, he did. His lips found hers with the kind of familiarity that sent a shiver down her spine—soft and sure, like they’d been here before but somehow it still felt new. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, the faint taste of coffee on his lips making her smile against him.

He tilted his head, one hand cradling her face while the other rested lightly on her waist. There was no rush, no frantic need—just the steady, unhurried way their lips moved together, as if they had all the time in the world. Yoshida melted into him, the warmth of his touch grounding her, the sound of his soft breath against her cheek making her heart race.

When they finally pulled back, her forehead rested against his, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. He grinned, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he murmured, “You… have no idea what you do to me.”

She laughed softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. “I might have a clue,” she teased, her voice breathless but full of affection.

“Come on,” he said, his voice low but playful as he pulled back slightly. “I think the cake’s getting jealous.”

She chuckled, letting him take her hand as they moved to the small table. The cake was simple but perfect, a small chocolate confection with a single candle in the center. He handed her a lighter, his eyes glinting with a quiet kind of pride. “It’s all yours,” he said.

She lit the candle, watching the tiny flame flicker before looking back at him. “Do I make a wish?”

“Only if you want to,” he replied, his tone soft and sincere.

She closed her eyes for a moment, a small smile playing on her lips, before blowing out the candle. When she opened her eyes, he was watching her with that same look of quiet adoration that made her feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“Alright,” he said, grabbing a knife. “Let’s see if it tastes as good as it looks.”

She laughed, leaning on the table as he cut the first slice and handed it to her. “Even if it doesn’t, I’ll still love it,” she said, taking a bite. Her eyes widened in delight. “Okay, wow, this is actually really good.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his grin widening as he took a bite himself. “Not bad for the girl who’s used to instant ramen, huh?”

“Not bad at all,” she agreed, her smile softening as she watched him. After finishing their slices of cake with some casual chatting, he glanced toward the sofa and then back at her.

“I picked out a movie,” he said, a hint of nervousness creeping back into his voice. “Thought it might be nice to, you know, just sit and watch something together.”

“Sounds good to me,” she replied, her smile widening as she followed him to the couch. The living room was cozy, the soft glow of fairy lights casting a warm ambiance over the space. He grabbed the remote and gestured for her to sit first. She settled into her usual corner of the sofa, smoothing out her skirt and crossed her legs, close enough that their shoulders brushed.

“What are we watching?” she asked, leaning slightly into him.

“It’s a surprise,” he said with a grin, clicking through the menu until the movie began to play. The familiar opening notes of a classic romantic comedy filled the room, making her laugh softly.

“You’re such a sap,” she teased, nudging him gently.

“Hey, you like this one too,” he shot back, his arm casually draping over the back of the sofa. As the movie started, she leaned into his side, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. He found himself sneaking glances at Yoshida’s legs, his eyes automatically trailing over to them again and trailing over her thighs where they disappeared under her skirt, his mouth going dry as he caught himself looking a little too intently at her bare thighs in the socks.

“Um...You’re allowed to look, you know,” Yoshida said as nonchalantly as possible. “I wore them for you after all.” She added softly. Aizawa swallowed again, his mouth going dry for a second time as he processed her words. Had Yoshida put them on knowing it would affect him and she was letting him look because of that? Or was it just a little casual comment? Either way, he had her permission to look, and he was taking every advantage of that permission. His eyes trailing back down to look at Yoshida’s legs again, still feeling like a creep for staring so intently, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from them.

“You...You did?”

“Well, yeah,” Yoshida replied sheepishly. His eyes flicked back up to hers at her words, unable to keep his eyes off of her,. His chest felt like it was swelling, his heart thumping against his chest, his entire body almost buzzing with excitement from the realization that Yoshida was wearing something for him alone. He was so overwhelmed, he felt like he was going to burst right in front of her.

“Y-You can touch too, if you'd like,” Yoshida said quietly, unable to meet his gaze.

He could touch. He could touch her, he had her permission to touch. He could touch her right now. He was practically shaking as he slowly nodded in response.

“Yeah. Let me...I wanna touch…” Aizawa replied in a low, gruff whisper. Yoshida scooted over, lessening the inches between them. Aizawa immediately reached for her after she moved closer, his hands itching to make contact, practically aching to touch her. He hesitated for a brief moment, as if waiting for Yoshida to change her mind and pull back from him, but he quickly pushed that hesitation and doubt away. He quickly reached out, his fingers trailing over her leg, running over the soft, bare skin of her thighs above the edge of the socks.

Aizawa’s hand were shaking, his touch gentle and tentative, like he was afraid of hurting her. After his first touch, however, any nervousness his touch contained disappeared almost instantly. He let his hand trail further, already getting addicted to the feeling of her smooth skin under his fingertips. Once he started, he found his ability to make himself stop and pull back become very hard to manage.

“Shouta,” Yoshida started softly, one of her hands coming to rest over his. “Why’re you shaking?” She whispered. Aizawa’s eyes flicked back up to hers when she spoke and immediately felt even more shaken up by the sound of her soft concerned voice. He almost wanted to groan out loud at the mention of his shakiness, feeling like an idiot and a pathetic wreck for getting so worked up over something as simple as getting the chance to touch someone.

“It’s just...I’ve been…” Aizawa swallowed and tried to collect himself, his shoulders sinking and his voice low and quiet while he tried to explain himself in a way that didn't make him seem to sound so absolutely wrecked and pathetic by his own feelings. His heart gave a painful tug again, his mind wandering back to the moment he had realized that he was falling in love with Yoshida. His chest felt tight and his throat felt like he was swallowing down gravel as he forced himself to keep talking.

“I've been thinking about… tonight… for a long time... I've been wanting this—you, so damn badly for so long…”

“Me too,” Yoshida replied quietly, her thumb rubbing gently back and forth across his knuckles. It was hard to keep himself from trembling, the feeling of her touch and the sound of her words affecting him so much. He swallowed and let his eyes trail back up to look into Yoshida’s eyes before speaking again, his voice quieter than before, even though he tried to keep it steady and strong.

“Can I...Give you a hug—or hold you for a little bit? Please?” Aizawa’s voice was still quiet and lower than usual, but he gently tugged on Yoshida’s hand to urge her even closer towards him. She smiled and quickly maneuvered herself into his hip, legs hanging off the side.

“Like this?” She asked.

“Yes, just like that,” Aizawa murmured as she settled. His breath hitched again as he got a hold of her hips, feeling the curve of her waist under his fingers, the feeling making him feel dizzy and his mind a little fuzzy and overwhelmed. He was having a hard time stopping himself from holding on even tighter and pulling her closer.

“I’m taller than you now,” Yoshida joked lightly as she was now an inch above his head from being in his lap. Aizawa rolled his eyes and huffed.

“Don’t get used to it.” Aizawa said gruffly. Yoshida smirked and slouched a bit, scooting down more so she could rest her head on his shoulder.

“There. I’m short again.” Yoshida declared. His arms wound around her waist, his fingertips trailing across the skin just under the edge of her shirt, as he let his head lean against hers and let out a sigh.

“Better keep it that way,” Aizawa said with a hint of humor.

“Okay,” Yoshida smiled and nuzzled into his neck, whispering into his skin. The feeling of her nose in the crook of his neck and her mouth so close to his ear made him shiver. He wanted to keep her like this all night, never wanting to let go. This was just how he imagined it.

“Happy birthday, baby…” Aizawa murmured, giving her hip a small, affectionate squeeze.

“Thank you,” Yoshida cooed into his ear. “I had a really good day today.” Aizawa’s heart rate picked up a little as he felt her breath against his ear, sending a chill down his spine. He nodded, fingers aimlessly wandering across her back under her shirt.

“Yeah? I’m glad. You deserve a good birthday.” Aizawa paused, considering for a moment. “Did you get everything you wanted?”

“Mmm…” Yoshida hummed, thinking about it for a second. “No, not yet.”

“No? What’s missing, then?”

“I think I need another kiss,” Yoshida said, smiling shyly. Aizawa’s heart skipped a beat as her words registered.

“Then I guess I’m going to have to correct that, aren’t I?” Aizawa whispered.

“Yes please,” Yoshida replied, eyes glowing and a smile playing at her lips.

“Kiss. Me.” Aizawa spoke breathlessly, almost a growl. Yoshida sat up a little straighter, cupped his cheek with one hand before leaning closer and pressing her lips to his, just the way he’d taught her before. Aizawa’s eyes fluttered shut almost instantly as he tilted his chin toward her, trying to swallow down a sharp breath of anticipation. He swore his heart nearly stopped in his chest when he felt the warm pressure of her lips connecting with his.

Yoshida pulled back after a few seconds to breathe, but it was obvious she wasn’t satisfied yet as she eagerly leaned back in for another kiss. Aizawa quickly let his lips move with hers. He felt like he was dizzy, drunk on the feeling of being able to kiss Yoshida again, being able to hold her in his arms again. It was like a dream come true. It made him a bit bolder, wanting more than just a gentle press of your kiss, desperate for more. Aizawa’s lips opened against hers, his tongue carefully brushing against her lip. At his unspoken request, Yoshida parted her lips and running her tongue over his. A low, ragged moan escaped Aizawa at the feeling, his mind going a little blank from how good it was. He let his fingertips continue tracing Yoshida’s spine as they went.

Matching his boldness, Yoshida began sucking on his tongue with fervor. Aizawa’s muscles seized up and his eyes rolled back for a brief moment and he felt a sharp bolt of pleasure shoot straight down to his groin. His body felt like it was on fire, and it only got worse when he felt her tongue move around his, playing with him, making him feel desperate for more. His body jerked and he moaned against Yoshida’s mouth again, the sound of it rough and needy.

He clutched at her waist, trying to ground himself, but failing, already too far gone to want anything but more. Aizawa’s tongue pushed back again Yoshida’s, trying to taste more of her, lost in the feelings she stirred up within him. He didn't even realized what he was doing as he moaned again, his breath catching in his throat when he felt her suck on his tongue again. One of Yoshida’s hands trailed down his neck, the other holding his head in place so she could continue kissing him.

Not wanting to be outdone, Aizawa gently moved his hand from her thigh to her cheek, tipping her head up a little so his tongue could get better access to rest of her. Yoshida moaned right into his mouth at the action. He couldn’t get enough of her. Aizawa could hardly think, barely function with the overwhelming desire building inside him, and before he even realized it, he found himself biting Yoshida’s bottom lip. A small, part whine, part moan escaped Yoshida’s throat as she squeezed his cheek unintentionally. Aizawa felt an urgent need to hear the sound again, and repeated the action, nibbling on her bottom before letting go and laved his tongue over the spot.

Aizawa was rewarded with a higher pitched whine as Yoshida shuddered in his lap. The two felt high on the feeling of making out like this, and pulling these delicious noises from each other. Aizawa pulled back from her lips for a quick moment, his chest heaving as he panted for air.

“Goddamn...I…” Aizawa paused, the need to taste Yoshida’s lips again overriding his need for air as he leaned in for another kiss, wanting to hear more of those gorgeous sounds that only he was able to get from her as he started to slowly lower her onto the sofa. She let him, her lips never straying from his for long as they both shifted, Aizawa kneeling over her. His knee slid between Yoshida’s legs and found himself pressing against her, holding her hips in place. Yoshida moaned at the new sensation and Aizawa found himself overcome with the urge to keep making her react like that. He wanted to hear her moan and whimper and whine for him again and he wanted to make her scream. Aizawa let one of his hands slide under Yoshida’s shirt, tracing up along her side as he started to kiss her neck instead.

“Ah—” Yoshida sucked breath in through her teeth, her exhale shaky. “Didn’t I tell you I’m ticklish?”

“Yeah. I know you are,” Aizawa replied, voice low and husky as his lips hovered just over her neck.

“Quit feeling me up and come back and kiss me,” Yoshida giggled breathlessly.

“But I like feeling you up…” Aizawa murmured in response, placing a light, teasing kiss against her jaw. He wanted to keep teasing her, keep squeezing those breathless little sounds out of her, but when she reached up to tug lightly on his hair, finally making him relent.

“I like telling you want to do,” Yoshida whispered. “Makes me feel like I’m the teacher instead.” Aizawa swallowed hard, his brain going a bit fuzzy. He felt his mind start to spin again, but the feeling of Yoshida tugging his hair again made him snap out of it, his hand gripping at her hip again.

“Yeah? Well, what are you gonna do if I don’t follow order, hm? Punish me?”

“Hmm. No. I think you’d like that too much,” Yoshida teased. Aizawa felt another bolt of need shoot through his veins.

“And so what if I do? What if I like it when you get rough with me…” Aizawa replied. At that, Yoshida couldn’t resist. With a swift tactical maneuver, she flipped him over so she was on top instead. Aizawa gasped, air leaving his lungs as she was suddenly the one straddling him.

“Don’t forget I’m almost a pro hero too,” Yoshida whispered, her tone almost smug. Aizawa felt woozy from his desire, and from her having this power over him. A part of him wanted to wrestle her off and gain control back, but the other part, the part that absolutely loved having her in control like, was too strong.

“Aww, the pro hero can’t fight back? You look so cute down there,” Yoshida teased him again, smoothing some of his hair back out of his face. Aizawa’s eyes narrowed at her quip, a low growl leaving him as he glared up at her. He hated how good it felt to have Yoshida on top, hated how much he loved being the one underneath. He sort of liked being trapped and at her mercy.

“You little brat, I could fight back if I wanted to.” Aizawa said stiffly.

“Try me,” Yoshida said playfully.

“You think you could actually keep me pinned down like this? I could toss you off me with one arm, and you’re telling me to try you…” Aizawa said, hands creeping up to clutch at Yoshida’s hips, but hers instantly went to pin them down.

“C’mon, try! Let’s wrestle!” Yoshida grinned.

“Fine, you asked for it, princess…” Aizawa grumbled. He didn’t give her a moment’s notice before he moved, immediately attempting to overpower her and pin her back on the sofa. He felt a burst of excitement at having an excuse to let his hands grip Yoshida anywhere he could reach. Aizawa couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle when Yoshida started giggling the entire time they play fought. This is exactly what she always did, bringing out the playful side in him. He was still trying to win this silly wrestling match, but there was a smile on his face now.

They’d rolled off the sofa and continued to fight for dominance on the floor, Yoshida still laughing. The way she was squirming and giggling only made things harder for him. Aizawa couldn’t keep his own laughter in either, not for long, it just came out of him in bursts every time Yoshida managed to shove back against him.

Finally, when he managed to catch her, he had both her wrists pinned above her head, and using his weight to keep her lower body immobile. Aizawa was breathing hard, chest heaving and heart pounding, a laugh that sounded more like a hungry growl left his lips. He hadn’t even realized that he was holding her tightly, almost bruising. When he looked down and saw her give up, he felt a bit triumphant. The rest of him felt hot, needy, and desperate.

“Hah, you got me,” Yoshida said breathlessly, staring up at Aizawa with bright eyes.

“Yeah, I got you right where I want you, baby,” Aizawa smirked. Yoshida blew her bangs out of her eyes.

“I bet my hair’s all messy now,” she chuckled, still squirming a bit under him. Aizawa laughed softly, his heart leaping.

“Yeah, it is. Looks cute though. All wild and messy. I like you like this…” Yoshida couldn’t help but giggle again and tried to sweep her hair out of her eyes by shaking her head but it was fruitless without her hands.

“Yeah, you win! Now you should lemme up, I need a drink of water,” Aizawa shook his head slightly, still holding her down.

“Nuh-uh, not yet. Not until I get my prize for winning.” Aizawa said. Yoshida quirked her head to the side.

“What do you want then?” She asked playfully.

“For my prize...I wanna kiss you again.” Aizawa answered, his eyes flickering to her lips for a moment. “You alright with that?”

“Yeah,” Yoshida replied breathlessly. That was all he needed to hear. Aizawa leaned down, letting his lips find hers, eyes closing as he captured her mouth with his own. He let go of her wrists, moving to caress her cheek, trying to keep himself from getting lost entirely again. Yoshida kissed back gently, trying to match his pace, licking into his mouth. He felt something inside of him start to snap when he felt her tongue against his. His hand moved down to her neck, trying to hold her in place so he could kiss her like he wanted. Aizawa’s breathing hitched in his throat and his chest ached as he kept going, hips pressing against Yoshida’s as though they had a mind of their own. Yoshida’s hands moved from his arms down to his sides, and the touch burned through him. He loved how she traced down his ribs, feeling like an electric shock, sending jolts down between his legs. Yoshida pulled away to breathe again, getting lightheaded, her head thunking softly against the floor.

“You are so…” Yoshida trailed off. Aizawa had to actively keep himself from chasing after her lips, leaning back instead when she didn’t continue her sentence.

“So what, babe? Talk to me,” Aizawa said lowly, eyes half-lidded as he brushed away strands of hair away from Yoshida’s cheek.

“So addicting.” Yoshida finished before using her legs to roll herself back on top of him so she was above him with a smirk. “And annoying.” She added. Aizawa laughed as she turned the table on him again, raising an eyebrow at her comments.

“And why am I annoying, huh?”

“'Cause I’m thirsty,” Yoshida replied, standing up and beginning to pad over toward Aizawa’s kitchen. He snorted and pushed himself into a sitting position after she lifted herself off him. He watched her walk away, the sight of her leaving made his need grow stronger again.

“Don’t go, baby,” Aizawa muttered hoarsely, getting to his feet and slowly following Yoshida to the kitchen.

“Where do you keep your cups?” Yoshida asked, stepping closer to the sink, glancing over the many cabinets. “I’m not going anywhere, I just wanted a drink,” Yoshida turned over her shoulder and shot him a smile. Aizawa shook his head and crossed over to his cupboard to grab a glass from out of it.

“Here, go crazy,” Aizawa said, offering the glass.

“Thanks,” Yoshida replied, filling it up at faucet and taking a big sip before holding it out to him. “Want some?” Aizawa hesitated briefly, still half-lost in staring at her, drinking her silhouette in greedily, trying to memorize the sight of her in his kitchen. Eventually though he snapped himself out of his lust-filled daze, moving forward to take the glass.

“Yeah, sure, yeah,” Aizawa muttered, taking a gulp to try to cool his body and mind off. He swallowed the water in his mouth and placed the empty cup down onto the counter, suddenly remembering that he still had yet to give Yoshida her actual gift. He cursed himself inwardly for getting so distracted, not that he regretted spending any amount of time with her. But now he felt slightly guilty for forgetting to give her the gift he’d been waiting to give Yoshida all day.

“Baby…” Aizawa started. “Come with me real quick, I wanted to give you something before we keep… well, having too much fun,” Aizawa replied, a bit sheepish and apologetic. He gently took Yoshida by the hand and started pulling her toward his room. She needed no convincing and followed closely behind him.

“Wha-at? You got me something?” Yoshida asked, lacing her fingers with his. Aizawa smiled and squeezed her hand as they walked down the hallway. Once they’d gotten inside, he quietly shut the door and finally stopped to look at her.

“Of course I did, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t get my pretty girl a birthday gift?” Aizawa smiled as her face turned pink as she remembered he was, in fact, her boyfriend.

“Shouta you didn’t have to get me anything, really,” Yoshida said as she fidgeted next to him, squeezing his hand. Aizawa brought her hand up to his lips, tenderly pressing a kiss against her knuckles as he looked down at her, eyes soft and affectionate. He shook his head at her words, squeezing her hand back.

“Of course I had to, I wanted to. And besides...I want to spoil you…” Aizawa admitted, Yoshida’s face going an even deeper shade of pink.

“That’s really sweet of you to say,” Yoshida replied quietly, giving him a smile. He smirked at her reddening face and turned over her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm this time.

“Of course I wanna spoil you, you're my baby girl. And you deserve to be spoiled. Now come on take a seat on the bed,” Yoshida listened and sat on the edge of the bed, her socked feet barely touching the floor.

“I’m excited,” she beamed as Aizawa went over to his dresser. His mouth curled into a mischievous grin as he opened the drawer and retrieved the box.

“Good, you should be excited. It is your birthday, after all.” Aizawa said, holding out the box. “Before you open it, I have on request.”

“Oh? What is it?” Yoshida asked as she accepted the box.

“Just...when you open it, don’t get pissed at me, okay?” Aizawa stated, sounding nervous and reluctant.

“Why would I ever get mad?” Yoshida chuckled. Aizawa swallowed thickly and rubbed the back of his neck, a little sheepish smile forming on his lips.

“Just...I don’t know, I’m nervous. I guess I’m a bit afraid you aren’t going to like it…”

“Okay okay, I promise I won’t get pissed,” Yoshida replied as she fiddled with the ribbon and slid the lid off the box. Inside the box was a gold necklace with a heart shaped locket pendant. It had an intricate, pretty design on the front and the chain looked adjustable. Yoshida’s jaw dropped as she laid eyes on it.

“Oh my God, Shouta…” she whispered, picking up the locket to get a closer look. “It’s beautiful…” Aizawa’s shoulders slumped and he let out a breath in relief. He was glad that she’d hadn’t instantly thrown it back at him or yelled at him for buying such an obvious...well, romantic gift.

“Really? You like it?” Aizawa murmured. He hated how insecure he felt over the necklace.

“I love it,” Yoshida replied. “Did you put something inside the locket too?” She asked with a smile as she attempted to open it. Aizawa felt his heart jackrabbiting in his chest at how excited she sounded. Not to mention how absolutely adorable she looked messing with the locket, trying to get it open with her short nails.

“Well, yeah. I mean it’s a pretty useless locket if I don’t put anything inside of it, right?” Aizawa said with a slight smirk, but he still sounded incredibly nervous.

“It’s not a lock of your hair, is it?” Yoshida asked jokingly. Aizawa rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“I’m offended that you think I’m that cheesy. No, it's not a lock of my hair. C'mon, keep trying to open it, I'm curious how long it's going to take you.”

“I can’t get it because of my nails!” Yoshida exclaimed, holding the necklace toward him. “Can you help me please?” Aizawa laughed softly as he sat next to her on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah yeah I guess I’ll help,” he replied teasingly, taking the locket from her. He swallowed as he brought the locket closer to him, the locket held gently between his fingers as he looked down at it, trying to keep his nerves from making him any more shaky.

“Okay...here goes…” Aizawa muttered as he pinched the latch, Yoshida peering over his shoulder. It came open with a quiet little click, revealing the picture he had placed inside. It was a picture of the both of them, one that he’d taken one night they’d hung out together after school. The photo displayed Yoshida and Aizawa sitting on the sofa, his arm wrapped around her shoulder and her head resting the side of his. It was a bit silly, but they were both smiling happily with their cheeks squished together.

“I forgot about this picture! This is so cute, Shou, I really love it,” Yoshida said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek. The feeling of her lips against him soothed some of his nervous tension. He wrapped an arm around her in return.

“I’m glad you like it...Here, let me put it on you,” Aizawa said and she turned her head, smiling all the while. He fastened the chain around her neck, looking down where it hung down on her chest. Yoshida touched it affectionately.

“There,”

“I love it, and I’m really touched, thank you,” Yoshida said, touching her new accessory gently. Aizawa was so relieved she liked it.

“You’re welcome,” Aizawa murmured, pulling her closer and giving a light kiss on her temple. Yoshida smirked, a mischievous light in her eyes.

“Maybe there’s another way I can show my gratitude?” Yoshida asked with a smile. Aizawa leaned his head back down, nuzzling the side of her neck.

“Oh yeah? And what were you thinking, baby?” Aizawa whispered in her ear, letting his lips trail down her neck.

“I think you should lie down on the bed,” Yoshida suggested, looking up at him with bright, excited smile.

“Yeah? You gonna do something to me if I do?” He teased, starting to lean back against the headboard a bit.

“Yeah,” Yoshida said smoothly. “But I think you’ll like it.” Aizawa snorted and felt his blood start to heat in his veins. He gave her a lazy grin and patted the space next to him.

“C’mere,” Yoshida scooted over, kneeling next to him, her skirt fanning out over her legs as she reached for his hand, giving his a knuckles a kiss on each one. Aizawa was watching with rapt attention, reaching up with his free hand to cup her cheek, running his thumb along her skin. He was fighting the urge to sit up and be the one touching her.

“Can I...take these off?” Yoshida asked, her other hand playing with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Aizawa nodded, heart drumming in his chest.

“Please,” Aizawa replied in a whisper. She started to pull down the fabric, he lifted his hips to help, eventually leaving him in his boxers and shirt. He’d only been this vulnerable with her once before and he was still getting used to it. But Jesus he felt like he was on fire, already half hard and his mind screaming for her to undress too.

“And...Can I take these off too?” Yoshida asked in an even softer voice, her fingertips ghosting over the waistband. He nodded with more eagerness than he'd meant to and Yoshida pulled them off as well, licking her lips instinctively at the sight of his now achingly hard cock.

“Will you please teach me how to suck your cock?” Yoshida requested shyly, glancing up at him as her cheeks turning red. Aizawa felt like he was about to burst a blood vessel as he tried to formulate an answer.

“I...I would love that...You r-really want to do that?” Aizawa asked, trying to confirm he hadn’t heard Yoshida wrong. She nodded, smiling.

“Mhm! I just could use your help.” Yoshida said a little nervously. Aizawa’s own nerves were making his palms sweat.

“You—You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable yet, babe. You should take it slow. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to—”

“I-I want to!” Yoshida said hastily. “I just don’t want to...mess it up.” Aizawa’s eyes widened a little when she interrupted like that, he gave a small smile and squeezed her hand.

“You’re not gonna mess it up, I promise. And if you feel scared or uncomfortable at any time then you can stop. I won't be mad.” Aizawa assured her. Yoshida nodded, her hands snaking to run her fingertips down his thighs.

“I just want to make you feel good,” Yoshida murmured, a little sheepish.

“Trust me, just you being near me feels good, baby. I know you will. Just... Just be gentle, okay?”

“I’ll be very gentle,” Yoshida said, putting one hand around his cock very carefully, the first time she’d laid hands on him bare. A small gasp escaped Aizawa’s lips when he felt the warmth of her fingers wrap around his sensitive length. He was already sensitive enough as it was, and feeling her inexplicably soft, scarred fingertips trace the vein on the side of his dick made his eyes close and a whimpering moan leave his lips without meaning to. He had to remind himself to speak, to open his eyes, and look at Yoshida again.

“Ah-- Ah, y-yeah...that’s...that’s good,” Aizawa managed out. Yoshida leaned down further, one hand still holding the base of his cock, giving his pink-ish tip a few testing kitten licks. Aizawa felt his entire being tingle and he shudder slightly.

“More?” Yoshida asked after a few seconds of savoring her initial taste. Aizawa was biting his lip as he tried to reign in his self-control.

“Yes, more, baby...Please,” Aizawa said, trying to keep the desperation our of his voice. Yoshida slipped his tip between her lips, closing her eyes as she sucked lightly. Aizawa’s head dropped back into the pillows behind him, his jaw going slack with feeling her glossy lips around the head of his cock. He knew Yoshida barely had a clue what she was doing, but just this was heaven on it’s own.

“Just—Just like that, gentle, baby. Just moved your tongue a little…” Yoshida did as he instructed, roved her tongue in exploration. Aizawa lifted his head to look down at her again, trying to keep his eyes open. He knew he might end up begging if she continued unintentionally tease him.

“Ah...Ah, jus’ more…Just a little more,” Aizawa coaxed her, putting a hand on her head to help guide her jaw into easing open more. A half stifled moan left the back of Yoshida’s throat as his fingers threaded through her hair. The minor vibration drove his skin even hotter.

“Oh God...That’s it, baby… Just like that…” Aizawa praised lowly, his half-lidded eyes glazing over from the pleasure lancing up his spine. He was struggling to keep his head up, letting it drop and his eyes flutter shut, grip tightening on her hair, pushing her a little closer. He could barely think straight and begging was sounding like the only option he’d be capable of at this point.

“Sayaka...A l-little...deeper,” Aizawa inhaled as he felt her do as he asked, his brain turning to mush. He didn’t want to hurt Yoshida though, so he didn’t want her to be pushed too far past what she was comfortable with, so he really tried to control a little. Yoshida came up for a momentary breath before going back on his further.

“R-Relax, don’t push yourself too hard, please,” Aizawa managed out. He had to clench his jaw when Yoshida ignored his warning and he heard her gag. But seeing her ignore his concern just spurred his need on. Aizawa felt his control slipping again, fighting the urge to just grab Yoshida by the shoulders and take over. His face was burning as he tried to find the words to talk as his mind was overrun with several scenarios to choose from. God, he just wanted to fuck this throat of hers and hear her choke.

“I-I’m not...going to be able to...last...if you don’t...stop,” Aizawa said between shaky breaths, lifting his head up again. Upon hearing this, Yoshida pulled off him with a vulgar pop, her lips spit-slicked and shiny, eyes filled with a level of lust Aizawa hadn’t seen before. He swallowed hard, knowing he had to make sure that Yoshida remembered the rules for this.

“Okay, you’re a fast learner...You’re just going a little fast, sweetheart. Y-You shouldn’t push yourself so hard for my sake,” Aizawa tried to remind her. Yoshida licked her lips and glanced away nervously.

“But—You just—You taste good,” she murmured, her thumb rubbing back and forth on his hip. Another wave of heat rushed straight to his dick hearing her say something so bold.

“Well…I’m glad you think so, but that doesn’t matter. You don't want to get a sore throat, do you?” Aizawa asked, attempting to keep his tone lighthearted.

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen,” Yoshida gave a half shrug, a small smile tugging at her lips. Aizawa physically felt his own throat go a bit dry.

“You are impossible sometimes…” Aizawa’s words came out almost like a growl. “Okay, that’s it.” He muttered before suddenly reaching down and grabbing the collar of Yoshida’s shirt, pulling her on top of him so her chest was flush against his. An embarrassing squeal left her lips as she landed on his still clothed chest, her face flushing a deeper shade of pink. Aizawa felt a pang of satisfaction when he heard the noise. The sight of Yoshida more disarmed like this made his heart throb with a mixture of lust and affection as he ran a hand down her back. He could feel how fast her heart was beating. He was memorizing this image, committing to memory as he gave her a soft squeeze, trying to get her to relax more. After a split second decision, he gave into his urges and flipped Yoshida onto her back, hovering just over top of her.

“I told you baby...Not to get too excited. And what happened? You got too greedy... Now look what you've done…”

“I-I’m not complaining…” Yoshida stammered out, her self composure holding on by a thread. Aizawa was already trying to sort out his thoughts through the growing need to hurry this along. His hands were moving on their own as he leaned back slightly to admire her form against his bed sheets.

“Oh yeah? Well, I was trying to let you take the lead on this, but you just couldn’t listen, could you, sweetie?”

“I’m just eager,” Yoshida replied. Aizawa felt his cock twitch at that naughty little smirk on her face.

“Yeah you are,” Aizawa agreed quietly before he was grabbing the waistband of Yoshida’s skirt. “You’re always such an eager little girl aren’t you, baby?” Aizawa eyes were locked on her lips as she bit down, gently pulling the fabric down her legs. Yoshida nodded, still biting her lip, not currently trusting her voice much. Aizawa tossed the skirt carelessly on the floor, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of the tiny, simple pair of black panties, one of her hands holding the edge of her shirt. But damn, with those thigh high socks still on she looked like a dream.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, baby? Are you going to behave and not get too eager, now?” Aizawa asked in a low whisper. Yoshida nodded again.

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered out. Aizawa cupped her flushed cheek, lifting it slightly to better look in her eyes.

“That’s my girl…” Aizawa murmured, affectionate and low. “We have plenty of time for me to make you feel good...So just relax for me,” Yoshida’s hand that was gripping the bed sheets let go and she took a deeper breath with another little nod. Aizawa’s hand dropped away from her face so that he could trail his fingers down her neck along the collar of her shirt, tracing the skin there and leaving goosebumps in his wake. He was trying to get her to relax and adjust some more before the next step. He felt Yoshida shiver under his touch as his hand worked it way to the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it up so he could reveal more of her stomach. Her breath hitched as his eyes landed on a small tattoo, a couple sharp black lines. Aizawa studied it for a few moments as he continued to lift Yoshida’s shirt away, bunching it up just above her breasts.

“A little ink, huh?” Aizawa mumbled, other hand sliding over the tattoo on Yoshida’s hip before playing with the tiny bow on her panties. Aizawa flicked up to her face to see her reaction. She was so beautiful. And so innocent. Like a sweet little present that he wanted to just unwrap and ravish… He bit on his bottom lip as he slowly starting to tug on the waistband of her panties.

“It’s...a dumb tattoo…” Yoshida sighed breathily. Aizawa shook his head and gave a small sly smile to her.

“Don’t say it’s dumb. I think it’s a pretty cute little tattoo…”

“Y-You don’t know what it means, do you?”

“Not a clue. Mind telling me, baby?” Aizawa asked in what could’ve been identified as a purr. Yoshida buried her face in her hands.

“You’re in the middle of taking my underwear off and I’m about to tell you it’s from a nerdy video game,” Yoshida said, barely audible. Aizawa chuckled at that, the image way too cute.

“And? I'll make sure to tease you and call you a nerd once I finish taking your underwear off… But I still want to know what it is, so spill.” Yoshida parted her fingers just enough to peer at him.

“Wizard101…” Yoshida mumbled. Aizawa continued chuckling, wholly amused.

“Wizard101?” He repeated. “Isn’t that a kids game?”

“You were already a pro hero when it came out, I was a kid when I played it,” Yoshida murmured. Aizawa had to bite his lip again as he felt his heart jump at that. God, the fact he was so much older than her made him feel inappropriately hot.

“Well, you’re not a kid anymore now, are you?”

“No…”

“That’s right...You’re all grown up now...And you’re all mine.” Aizawa’s voice dropped low and breathy as he tossed her panties in the same direction as her skirt. Yoshida made a noise between a pleased hum and a giggle as his hands trailed over her sides.

“God, you are just gorgeous baby,” Aizawa muttered absently as his hands got to Yoshida’s knees and he pushed them apart. He could tell just from the glistening slickness between her legs how much she’d already worked herself up. He bit his lip again as he started to get between Yoshida’s legs, hands rubbing her outer thighs, trying to relax her again.

“Fuck, you’re all wet just for me. And I haven’t even touched you...You want it that bad, huh?” Aizawa’s voice was teasing watching as Yoshida sucked on her bottom lip and nodded once more. Seeing that drove him even more crazy, now adjusting his hands on her thighs. He ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh, eliciting a shaky breath from Yoshida and her head falling into the pillows. He ran his nose up the crease of her thigh, before slowly kissing over that soft skin. Aizawa could just catch the soft noises she was already trying to stifle, and he immediately wanted to hear her make more lovely noises. He continued placing kissing up along her thighs, occasionally sucking small red marks just to hear her reaction. A breathy whine left Yoshida’s lip when he bit down harder than before when he dug his teeth into her thigh.

“You’re so sensitive, Sayaka. Do you like it when I bite you like that?” Aizawa asked, hardly paying attention to how he was basically humping into the bed sheets to try to find some relief.

“Mm-mhm!” Yoshida managed to hum out.

“Well, I like marking you up...So I’m gonna bite you a lot, kid,” Aizawa said, his voice coming out husky.

“Hn-- No complaints here,” Yoshida whimpered. Aizawa wanted more than anything to just mark her up, make her his, and show everyone that she belonged to him. But he knew there would be ample time for that later. Instead, without warning, he leaned forward without warning. He ran his tongue over Yoshida’s glossy folds, wanting to taste as much as he could. His first lick only made him hungrier, and he moved in again, tongue slowly exploring and testing how sensitive Yoshida was.

“Oh fuck, Shouta,” Yoshida whined. Aizawa’s hands found hers and she set them on his head. He moaned softly as he felt her blunt fingernails scratching his scalp. He nosed further into Yoshida’s sweet pussy, wanting more, needing more. His hands went back to her thighs, giving an encouraging squeeze. He slowly pulled back to speak.

“Pull my hair, baby,” Aizawa instructed needily. Yoshida ran her fingers through his hair again, not having the guts to pull on it just yet. He saw her bite her lip, her eyes hazy.

“No, don’t bite your lip. Let me hear you,”

“Haah...Okay...No lip biting,” Yoshida breathed out. Hearing her repeat his instructions made his mind begin to fog up.

“Good girl...Keep your hands in my hair, and let me hear you when I put my mouth on you again. I wanna hear all of it.” Aizawa whispered, eyes staying on her face as he went back down to have another taste. He was moving slowly, teasingly, wanting to hear her moans and whimpers louder, wanting to hear every noise, drive her crazy. Aizawa could feel him cock getting impatient, but he ignored it in favor of focusing on Yoshida, wanting to take care of her first. He felt her tug his hair lightly, wanting him closer. Aizawa took the hint and flattened his tongue against her clit, earning a breathy moan, throwing her head back. He’d never anything so sexy in his entire life. Aizawa had to force himself to slow down, wanting to make it perfect for Yoshida.

“O-Oh, Shou, right there,” Yoshida moaned lowly. The sound was music to Aizawa’s ears and he picked up the pace again, determined to give her just what she wanted. His one hand held tighter onto her hip, his eyes slipping shut as he continued to eat her out just right, her sounds fueling the fire inside of her. He was feeling high off the sound of it, completely addicted to the pleasure that he was bringing Yoshida. When he opened his eyes again, drinking in the sight of her in such a lewd and needy state, he almost came then and there.

“Hnng—Please, Shouta I’m—I’m—” Yoshida cried out, her legs quivering. It looked like just one more touch would be enough to send her hurtling toward her first orgasm. And that was Aizawa’s only goal. Another few moments and with a half stifled shout, Aizawa felt her shudder beneath him, her fingers tight in his hair. He groaned as he gathered all the come he could on his tongue. He swallowed thickly and tried to calm himself down a little.

“Fuck...that was...beautiful, sweetheart. You were so good, just like I knew you would be.” Aizawa said, sitting up again, tugging his shirt off. He reached over to his side table, pulling out a small bottle of lube and a condom. All he could think about was getting between her legs again, eyes trailing over her body hungrily. Yoshida had pulled her shirt off the rest of the way and unhooked her bra, tossing it away too. Aizawa tore the condom open and rolled it over his cock in a single smooth motion. The sight of her completely naked in his bed was enough to make him lose the last bit of his self control.

“God you look so goddamn hot...So damn sexy...I can’t hold back anymore, baby…Can you take it?” Aizawa asked softly.

“Please...N-Need you…” Yoshida whimpered out. God those words. He had to squeeze his cock to not come on the spot. Aizawa swallowed hard again, one hand holding her hip steady as the other one moved to line himself up with Yoshida’s fluttering slit.

“Take a deep breath for me, love,” Yoshida inhaled deeply as she sat up a little to see. “Good girl. Just relax...I’m gonna go slow.” Aizawa murmured as he stared where their bodies were about to connect. Aizawa leaned forward, gently kissing her forehead, wanting to try and soothe any tension or anxieties Yoshida might have. He took deep breath himself before very slowly pushing himself in her tight little pussy, the feeling overwhelming.

“O-Oh,” Yoshida moaned softly. Aizawa bit his lip harder, trying to hold back his own moan as he continued to inch himself forward. He was really trying to be careful and go slow as not to hurt her.

“Does...Does it feel okay? I’m not…” Aizawa’s words trailed off as he lost himself in her eyes.

“Ah,” Yoshida breathed. “S-So good,” Aizawa let out a shaky breath of relief, relaxing a tiny bit when he knew she was alright so far. Aizawa moved his hand from her hip to the side of her face, tilting her chin up a little more.

“Can I...Can I move now, baby?” Aizawa asked now that he was up just nearly all the way in, letting her adjust to the full sensation. Yoshida nodded faintly against his hand.

“Y-Yeah, please,” Aizawa gave her another kiss on the forehead as he started moving, starting off slow. He had to be careful. He wanted Yoshida to feel so good that she forgot her own name.

“That good?” Aizawa asked calmly as he watched his cock disappear back inside her.

“Uh-huh,” Yoshida managed out in the affirmative, her shoulders relaxing more into the pillows. Aizawa was so relieved she was doing so well. He leaned closer to her neck, peppering kisses down her collarbone as he began to move a little faster, wanting to feel her shake under him once more.

“Shouta…” His name was like a prayer on her lips, a heavenly moan. A small smile curled the edges of Aizawa’s mouth as he sucked a mark on her neck.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you sound, baby? You’re so sexy...so perfect f’ me…” Aizawa kept kissing her neck as his thrusting pace remained steady. “Can I keep going? Can I keep going, Sayaka?”

“F-Faster, please,” Yoshida moaned out, her eyes hazy with lust. He felt another wave of heat at her begging, nipping her ear.

“Faster? You want more? You want it harder, sweetheart?”

“Please, daddy,” Yoshida whimpered. God, the way she called him that...it drove him wild. It made him want to throw caution to the wind and give her everything.

“How...How hard is my baby girl thinking?” Aizawa purred. Yoshida’s hand ghosted down her abdomen to below her belly button.

“N-Need to feel y-you here,” Yoshida whispered. Her response was too cute he nearly didn’t have the ability to reply.

“Here? You want to feel me here?” Aizawa asked, moving his hand over hers and pressing down. Yoshida whined as he did, he could feel her clench around his cock and he was certain he’d have to change the sheets later. Aizawa’s mind was feeling fuzzy as all hell as he started to increase the heaviness of each push. The sight under him was something straight out of his fantasies.

“Harder…” Yoshida pleaded, her legs now around his waist, keeping him close. Her begging seemed to snap something inside of him, and control finally broke. His thrusts became rougher, needing his cock to repeatedly kiss her cervix. His hand moved from hers and instead he used the pad of his thumb to rub her sensitive clit.

“Does—Does that feel good, sweetie? Are you feeling good?” Aizawa asked sweetly, his lips just over her ear.

“F-Fuck—y-yes, daddy, don’t stop,” Yoshida mewled, her legs tightening around his waist. Aizawa couldn’t keep his body from moving anymore, pounding harder into her sopping mess of a pussy. He kept his fingers moving and gave open mouthed kisses down her neck.

“My...my perfect girl...my good girl,” Aizawa whispered, low and sweet despite the intensity behind it.

“Shou—Shou I-I’m close,” Yoshida whimpered, holding tighter to his shoulders, making small crescent marks with her nails. He was so close too. He couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Me too, baby...I can’t…” He felt everything snap and fall away in that moment, feeling himself lose all control when he finally felt Yoshida start to fall apart underneath him just like he had. The sudden increased tightness set off his own orgasm and his mind went blank, mouth falling open in silent moan. All the tension that’d been built up inside him since the moment he’d walked with her in the hallway was finally released all at once, and he basically collapsed in a heap on top of her. Both were breathing hard but also happy. Yoshida kept her arms around him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, his shoulder, anywhere she could reach. Aizawa was content in her arms like this, catching his breath feeling so warm and safe and so, so satisfied. He nuzzled against her neck with his nose, moving his arms so that he could wrap them around Yoshida as well, returning the embrace.

“So... Hot.” Yoshida said. Aizawa made a small noise, unable to bring himself to pull his softening cock out of her just yet. He wanted to stay like this forever and forget the rest of the world.

“Not as hot as you, sweetheart,” Aizawa closed in a little more, burying his face in her neck. He could feel his entire mind, body, and soul feeling relaxed and satisfied from being with Yoshida like this, feeling like he’d finally gotten something that had been missing in his life for so long. He pressed a soft kiss to the base of her neck.

“Mm...You smell good,” Yoshida murmured dreamily, nosing into his hair. Aizwa smiled softly against her skin, enjoying how she was smelling him.

“I smell like sweat probably. You’re the one who smells good,”

“Yeah, but you smell good sweaty,” Yoshida replied with a little smile. Aizawa pushed himself up off her, pulling himself out with a hitch of both their breaths. He took in the image in front of him for a moment, unable to keep himself from smiling softly to see how she looked. He leaned in again and gently pressed a kiss to Yoshida’s forehead.

“You don’t have to say stuff like that, baby… You make me feel kinda self-conscious.”

“I’m saying it ‘cause it’s true,” Yoshida grinned. Aizawa tried to shrug off the embarrassment, feeling like he couldn’t deny her. He bit the inside of his cheek, but he couldn’t stop the soft little smile curling the edges of his mouth.

“Alright, you win,” Aizawa muttered, moving to kiss her again, trying to distract her so that he could avoid talking further about it.

“Hey,” Yoshida said between kisses. “Can we go again?” She asked when he finally let her lips go. Aizawa felt his hormones start to take the reins again.

“Go again? Already, sweetie?” Aizawa asked. Yoshida blushed furiously.

“Well, yeah, but only if you want to...I just really like doing it with you,” Yoshida said sheepishly. Aizawa was unable to resist when she asked like that.

“Of course I want to. I just didn’t think that you would be ready to go again so soon, baby.”

“Maybe a couple more practice sessions…” Yoshida giggled. Aizawa smirked at that, hands settling back on her hips.

“Oh yeah? You got more in you, baby? You think you can keep up with me?”

“I guess we’ll just have to find out,” Yoshida purred. Aizawa’s eyes flashed with excitement as he tied off the used condom and tossed it in the nearby bin.

“"You’d better get ready… You’re not going to get much sleep tonight, baby.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Yoshida giggled again as Aizawa grabbed a new rubber and slipped it on not breaking eye-contact with her for a second. Once it was on, he moved back in and leaned in to kiss her neck once more, and biting just hard enough that she would definitely have a mark the next day.

“Good...You’re gonna be sore in the morning,” Aizawa whispered, this time hiking one of Yoshida’s legs over his shoulder. He knew it was going to be a long, lovely night.

After a couple hours of passionate sex, the two were worn out but deeply satisfied. Aizawa had Yoshida’s back pulled against his chest, arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace as he started to doze off. He was exhausted, completely spent. he only thing they were wearing were the blankets they were wrapped up in, their bodies hot from their lovemaking but slightly chilled by the air outside the blankets. He slowly buried his face in her neck again, making sure they were as close as possible.

After debating for a long minute, Yoshida tried to stealthily pry herself out of Aizawa’s hold. He was tired, but still awake enough to feel her movements. He wasn’t letting go for a second, his grip getting tighter to keep her from leaving, his body pressed against her back making sure she had nowhere to escape.

“Where are you going?” Aizawa murmured tiredly.

“...I should start heading back to my dorm…” Yoshida whispered back. Aizawa shook his head, sighing through his nose.

“Stay. You can stay here tonight. I don’t want you walking back alone in the dark.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Yoshida asked softly. Aizawa readjusted his grip on her.

“Yeah...Of course I’m sure. I don’t want you walking around campus by yourself this late at night. It’s not safe.”

“Okay...I didn’t bring any extra clothes though,” Yoshida whispered, relaxing back against him. Aizawa pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

“You don’t need clothes. You can borrow some of mine if you need them in the morning. Just stay…” Aizawa said softly, full of affection. Yoshida smiled to herself slightly.

“I’ll stay, I’ll stay,” Yoshida hissed, letting her eyes slip shut. Aizawa nodded, glad she’d decided to listen, thankful he’d be able to sleep with her in his arms. He’d be able to hold her as long as he wanted, knowing she was safe and sound right in his bed.

“Good...Good girl.” Aizawa felt her settling against him, already beginning to doze off. His hand stroked gently along her side, moving over her hip, down her thigh and back again, just enjoying the softness of her skin, the curves of her body. He breathed in slowly, taking in her scent, trying to memorize it and commit it to memory forever. He was like a personal radiator for Yoshida.

“Love you,” Aizawa murmured.

“Love you too,” Yoshida whispered back sleepily. Even though it wasn’t the first time he’d heard it from her, his heart still skipped a beat. Hearing that always felt like a dream. Aizawa stayed awake a little longer than Yoshida, just basking in the feeling of finally not being alone in his bed. She loved him, truly loved him. Hearing that always felt like a dream. A smile tugged at his lips as he repeated her phrase in his mind. Love you too...she loves me...I love her. I love her. I love her.