Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13003872. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia Relationship: Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead/Midoriya_Izuku Character: Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, Midoriya_Izuku Additional Tags: Teacher-Student_Relationship, 5_Times, Photography, Non_consensual Photography_taken, Consensual_Sex, Underage_Sex Stats: Published: 2017-12-13 Words: 2560 ****** Photography ****** by Snowflake_Hero Summary The 5 times in which Aizawa got pictures of Izuku and the only one in which Izuku photographed him. 5 + 1! AizawaDeku! Notes See the end of the work for notes I. “Midoriya, go and stand next to Bakugou”. This is what the authoritative voice of Aizawa Shota says, to which no one can reproach, because 99.9% of the time is right. “B-but...”  He tries to mediate, avoiding admitting that in fact that order can make his heart shake a little, full of pride to finally be next to Kacchan, undaunted, more trembling a little Izuku approaches Kacchan. “He's going to rip his head off, Sensei...” Says Kaminari from one of the corners, ready for the annual photo of the beginning of the year, Aizawa was forced to take it, because he would rather be forcing them to run or jump, even to rescue straw dolls in order to do something moderately productive. “Bakugou  we didn’t rip the heads of our classmates off”. He says, making Bakugou wince and tilt his head in a tacit nod. And then go to observe Izuku.  With one glance, Izuku is forced to stay in place, breathes a sigh of relief when his shoulders rub a little with each other, and there is a feeling of joy when Kacchan doesn’t move away. It's not because he doesn’t want to do it, it's because Kirishima has wrapped his arm around Bakugou's shoulder, and squeezed him in the place. Even Kirishima knows that this is healthy for Izuku. Then he looks at the camera and smiles, smiles with all his teeth. This is how Aizawa Shouta gets his first image of Midoriya Izuku. At that time he didn’t know that he would get more than one.   It's when it's time for teachers to get a photo what turn the tables. “We didn’t rip the heads of our co-workers off...” Bakugou murmurs, seeing how Aizawa tries not to hit All Might, and how Present Mic tried to be a distracting pivot in what they took the photo.  “K-Kacchan...” is all that Izuku can mumble. -   ===============================================================================     II. “Ah!” Midoriya Izuku protests when the flash burns in his eyes and instinctively decides to close them with force. However Aizawa Shota doesn’t move, he just stays there. “Sensei, you must have said something!” Izuku reproach him, rubbing his eyes with the back of the hand, when he opens it again there are only pitiful little points along his vision. “I sure came out with my eyes closed...” Aizawa, look at the image behind the screen, there is a lot of green and red lips. He likes that image, taken unexpectedly. These days he did not have time to do things unexpectedly. “You don’t look bad Midoriya”. And then he feels how Izuku's face is pressed against the side of his arm and the heat slowly seeps in, filling a hole in his chest that he doesn’t want to notice, or even name. “I look creepy!” Izuku says.   “It's just the light”. “Does the light make me look creepy?” Izuku asks, separating a little to see Aizawa-sensei in the eyes. Then an accurate hit from the palm of Aizawa's hand crashes against his forehead. “Oh! S-sensei...?” Izuku still doesn’t know what he did to make him angry. -   ===============================================================================     III. Dim light, the sheets of his futon upturned, and the fabric that once covered them scattered on the floor. Then the child who wallows in his bed is something apart. Midoriya Izuku with his face flushed, and his eyes open in expectation, or rather bewilderment, perhaps it is because he has forced him to forget a good part of his vocabulary because of pleasure. Aizawa doesn’t regret, he has stopped feeling regret many years ago. “Feels good...” Midoriya whines, trying to cover his mouth “A... Aizawa- sensei...” However, all he can do is observe… Midoriya's abdomen, his skin more tanned in some parts than in others, the reddish marks crawling around his neck and wrists, or the lascivious way in which tears run down his face. “Sensei ...!” Shouts Deku, in a particularly violent movement.  One that even pulls out a gasp of his throat, which transforms into a hoarse growl. Aizawa Shouta thinks that glassy look is the best, as if he were about to destroy it, and in the background there would only be pure steel. However Izuku closes his eyes, he cannot bear the weight of his eyes. Aizawa knows that the only way he looks at Izuku right now is with hunger. That's why it takes... He takes the opportunity to stretch his hand, and take the piece of plastic that is on the other side of the pillow, right in the corner of Midoriya's head. He unlocks the pattern with a finger and waits. “I already..." Izuku gasps, opening his eyes wide and pressing hard. Click! Izuku in the middle of his dullness is able to look surprised at the phone in Aizawa-sensei's hand. He would get up if his legs would allow him, but he is so inside that any movement would manage to touch his prostate —again— and not just in obscene mockery as sensei liked to do. Izuku doesn’t think he can handle it. “Sensei...” he breathes, trying to get air to his lungs, “D-did you take a... picture?” “I didn’t.” “B-but...” Izuku replies, seeing his sticky and undone state, surprised that he is able to blush even more, and try to not look at the union between their bodies because he doubts being able to bear the shame, “I- I heard the flash.” “It was the calculator” Is that the grim answer, with which the splash, of the skin resounds against the walls of the room, and unable to maintain completely the sanity, tries to argue for one last time. “That's not how the calculator sounds!” “Mine does”. Izuku in an act of childish rebellion —Because a part of him, shouts that he will never be able to win Aizawa-sensei— stretches his hands to reach the telephone. And it's a hit at that exact point. That causes his fingers to curve and his back to arch. "W-Wait!" he exclaimed half-heartedly, interrupted by the spasms of pleasure that go up his nerves, "I still haven’t recoverednhg ..." Then the predatory look in Aizawa’s face, and the hands that run from the chest to the hips, in long and dangerous lines warn him that it is better to keep quiet. “S-sensei!” While the saliva drips from the corner of his mouth, leaving a damp stain against the futon, feeling his hole filled in all possible ways, he listen again the sound. Click! “That...”  Izuku whimpers- “N-no doubt it was a photo...” But Aizawa only smiles, and this time he doesn’t deny it.  Izuku realizes that he no longer has the strength to protest. Then his conscience is refined again. -   ===============================================================================     IV. Sometimes Aizawa forgets that Shizuoka is a small city, and whatever he does, he’s going to end up finding people he knows, end up crashing with them in the corner, and they end up hating him. So when the new Cat Café opens its doors near the hill, it is impossible not to go check. In this way, he finds Midoriya Izuku in the Café, sitting at a corner table with an unpleasant plaid shirt. And a cat with particular red eyes claiming up his lap.  “Aizawa sensei!” Izuku greets him with an open smile “Did you also come to see the new café? “Yes.” He answers, and sees that he cans no longer escape, because he has greeted, so he takes a seat next to Izuku. The cat glances at him, as if it is not worth it enough, and if it were not for Aizawa who loves those little beasts, he might have started a fight. "His tail is twisted ..." Izuku exclaimed, almost in amazement. “How cute…!” Then Midoriya's phone starts ringing, and it was no surprise to discover that it was that detestable tone from the All Might animated series. Izuku stretched out his arms with the cat with the twisted tail swinging. Even today, Aizawa doesn’t have the slightest idea why he did it, but he took it. And the fluffy beast fell into his arms.   It was when he went to the exit that something caught his attention, in one of the side screens of the cafe, it was an image of Midoriya Izuku observing with bewilderment and admiration the golden cat with the crooked tail. However, what really surprised him was seeing himself in the same image with something soft shining in his eyes. Damn, that can’t be true. “Ah, we take pictures”, says one of the employees. “It is for customers to carry them if they wish, they are all removed when closing at night. Are you interested in one?” “This one”. He says pointing it with simplicity. “Ah, your companion...” she smiles, “a younger brother?” Meanwhile, the printer is stumbling, and the smell of fresh ink suffocates the conversation. “Only an acquaintance.” He responds dryly. “A neighbour?” She tries, and as the employee's smile grows with gigantic features it isn’t strange to think that she is trying to flirt... “What is the name of that cat?” He tries to divert the subject, to anything other than his possible sexual life. "The one with the crooked tail?"  “Ah that’s Katsu!” She replies, without fully grasping the message. “But he always jumps badly and that's how he ended up with a crooked tail, usually he doesn’t approach to the clients”. As soon as the photograph is in his hand and the coin of 200 yen in the woman's. He leaves the Café and thinks that the cat, that had a certain resemblance to one of his students. Today Aizawa Shota has not stepped on that establishment ever again, but the photo remains intact in his closet.   -   ===============================================================================     V. Previously, the only thing that bothered Aizawa Shota of the U.A. was the damn amount of windows, he always thought that as an adult he would be able to throw a rock and knock it down unexpectedly. Today he considers himself an old man, because he rejoices at the great amount of light that crosses the corners of the library, it is perfect to catch someone unprepared. So he walks silently through the shelves, surprisingly western for his taste, and takes the opportunity to photograph Midoriya Izuku who turned a moment to greet him. “Sensei!”  Midoriya screams, with the skin and bones detached to say the least. “That took me unexpectedly”. Then, when his heart beats slower and Aizawa’s phone has disappeared in his pants pocket. Izuku is able to continue. "You like to take pictures, isn’t it?..." he murmurs, running his fingers through a thick tome, of some threadbare book that Aizawa surely read and that now possibly does not matter to him. “I had a few... For my father, he is a photographer. He let me play with his camera...” It is in that concentrated and diffuse look of Midoriya, that he bends until their noses are together. Midoriya's eyes fall to his lips, and then return to his eyes, as if he needed to ask for permission. “It's okay.” He says. It's not the first time they kiss, it's not even the second, it's just one of many and Midoriya is still surprised at how his legs are as weak as little sticks, and his chest feels too tight. Or how Aizawa-sensei's hands cover so much skin on his hip, or how those shameful sounds his throat produces are not at all despicable. That's how when they separate, the only thing they he can say is: “S-sensei...”  Then he listens to the pitiful sound. Izuku opens his eyes abruptly and stares at that capricious man, somewhat worn with a smirk dancing on the edge of his lips.  “You take another, right...?”  He asks, squinting, still lacking air, but not enough to not reproach. “Do you want me to delete it?” He asks, shaking the device. “Maybe the with the wallpaper one...” he comments, avoiding by all means seeing Aizawa Shota. It was not necessary to do so, Izuku was sure he was smiling.  “Thats true; Should I get a better one?” Aizawa suggest, letting his back rest against the bookshelf, however his voice remains monotonous. “Do you want to collaborate? With some space we could achieve a good pose; you could try to improve your flexibility, Izuk— And before he can continue, a finger stops his ideas. Izuku's ears are in a curious shade of red, while he bites his lips, which now seem to start bleeding at any moment. “L-left that one, then!”   Izuku, once, had tried to look the time on Aizawa-sensei's cell phone, the wallpaper had made him throw away the device. I-It was him, covered in semen, and with the most embarrassing look he had ever seen in his life, was discarded, from the tears that fell down his cheeks, to the river of saliva staining the fabric of the futon. And the multiple brands of bites, and hickeys throughout his body. In definition: Horrible. “It's a good picture, isn’t it?” Izuku had the decency to blush. -     VI. He rarely entered the teachers room, it’s an strange area to his student mind ... It is the place he is called when something bad happens. However, this time Yaoyorozu had asked him to take the exams to the teacher’s area. He carefully opens the door, sliding into the room, watching as the yellow sleeping bag is in a corner of the room. He would be able to scream, if he didn’t find the strange hobbies of this man a little adorable. Izuku leaves the exams on the table, and his bag on one side. “Sensei is sleeping...” he whispers, without noticing it ... If the sack was not so tight it would be an even pleasant image. This is how his body moves alone, because he also wants retribution, at least a little. "That's something ..." Midoriya mutters, when the flash is off and the phone is back in his pants pocket. “Cute...?”  Aizawa Shota fulfils, now completely  awake and at a dangerous low angle, and an incriminating grimace. “S-sensei?!” Izuku screams, letting his legs give away, now sitting on the floor “Are you awake? Since when?” “I don’t know”. He murmurs, undoing the zipper closure. “A long time ago.” Izuku hardly sighs; he should already be used to it. Aizawa ends up keeping his sleeping bag, takes Izuku by the shoulders and forces him to get up and then throws the yellow suitcase against his chest, and there is a dry "uff " that flows from his lips. "Do you want to go eat Anpan?" Aizawa asks as if apologizing. “Do you like Melon ones, right?” “Sensei” Izuku puts the bag on his shoulder, “You can’t live only by eating Anpan!” "I'm too old to be told how to live my life," he grumbles. “I’ll eat Anpan”. “You aren’t old, Sensei!” “Maybe you are too young.” Midoriya's forehead crashes against the door when Aizawa-sensei is pressed from behind, his entire body against the cold, extensive surface, which somehow marks their situation better than the direct contact with Aizawa Shota's chest. And the yellow bag hits the ground in a thud. “Izuku...” He says against his ear in a smooth and flat cadence. “I’m not gonna letting you escape, you know?” “I-I know...” Izuku nodded. Still unable to not shudder. Not when Aizawa-sensei uses that voice. (Or when he says his first name).       End Notes I wanted something dirty, that's all. Please tell me if there are grammatical errors. :D A friendly remember: if you make hate comments I'm gonna delete them. I'm not even gonna try to be kind. I'm not that nice. Love you. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!