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      Published: 2017-07-04 Updated: 2018-01-30 Chapters: 12/? Words: 11941
****** This might even raise your grade ******
by RedArmoredHeart
Summary
     Midoriya is caught off guard by his teacher's sudden interest in him.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It was late in the afternoon. Most students had gone home, but Midoriya was
hesitating outside of the office door, sweating bullets and muttering. It was
natural to panic though, because Aizawa-sensei had told him-
"Come to my office after classes end."
Surely that meant Midoriya must not be performing well in class. He thought he
did well during the sports festival.....but guys like Todoroki and Kacchan were
on a completely different stage!!! It was hard to compete with them. But now he
had an offer for an internship, maybe Aizawa-sensei hadn't heard yet. He was
worrying even though Uraraka had said-
"Don't worry! It'll be alright! Aizawa-sensei has a soft spot for you, Deku-
kun!"
Midoriya tried to argue that couldn't be true. It was much more likely he was
called in for a scolding. But either way, standing in front of the door
obsessing over it wouldn't change anything. Midoriya grit his teeth, summoned
his courage, and opened the door into the office.
"Students usually knock first", Aizawa said sternly, and Midoriya flinched at
being called out on his mistake right away.
It was a large room that was actually a shared staff office space with desks
and cabinets pushed together. Aizawa was alone in the office, slouched over a
desk covered in papers and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked exhausted
as usual.
"Here, you can take a seat, Midoriya", Aizawa sighed, and indicated to a nearby
office chair. Midoriya accepted the invitation and cast a quick glance at the
papers on the desk.
"I wanted to discuss your progress here at Yuuei."
Midoriya fidgeted, still trying to recover from his error with the door, and
now his greatest fears were confirmed! Teacher’s don’t talk to you about
progress unless you’re not making any...Midoriya sank into a pit of despair.
"While your quirk is not as polished a your classmates', you have potential.
And resolve. That was evident in your match with Todoroki. You’ve made great
strides since your first day but….You can’t be a hero with only one trick, even
if you manage to apply it creatively.”
Midoriya felt a rush of pride. He still remembered the harsh treatment he
received on the first day of class, and always felt a little fear when Aizawa
paid direct attention to him. He could recognize the praise hidden in that
statement He listened while Aizawa kept talking about his performance in the
various training exercises and regular courses.
"The internship is only a week long. While you will receive valuable experience
during that week, you may need additional training outside of normal class
hours. A good way to think of it is as an extracurricular activity. Anyways,
sign these papers."
Midoriya quickly scribbled his signature on a few forms and turned in his
internship form as well. He slid the papers back across the desk and Aizawa
tucked them into an envelope.
"That's everything I needed", Aizawa said, "You're free to go."
"Really? That's all?", Midoriya asked nervously as he stood up to go. Aizawa
eyed his student curiously.
"What did you think was going to happen?", he asked in a voice void of
interest.
"I-I was really worried that you were going to...", Midoriya looked away
embarrassed, "Going to lecture me, or expel me, sir."
In a flash, Aizawa was upon him; towering over him, his hair wild and his
capture weapon trapping Midoriya. Midoriya's back was pressed up against a tall
filing cabinet and his eyes widened as he felt the incredible pressure of the
situation. He stared up into Aizawa's eyes, feeling the same fear he felt on
the first day of class.
"I've already said that only those with zero potential need to be afraid",
Aizawa said firmly. And then his expression softened the slightest bit.
Midoriya didn't know how to react, could barely begin to speak, before Aizawa’s
fingers braced under his chin and their lips collided in a rough kiss. Without
thinking, Midoriya allowed himself to be kissed, his body reacting on its own.
He closed his eyes, and felt Aizawa's hair brush against his cheeks.
One long, deep kiss turned into two as Midoriya kissed back; their lips barely
parting in between. Midoriya felt Aizawa take a heavy breath, and pull away. He
felt as if there was a mile of space between them. The spell was broken and
Midoriya opened his eyes to see his teacher standing only a few paces away, and
looking the same as before; even his expression was neutral.
It had been fast, and somehow infinite. The difference between that moment and
now was so jarring, Midoriya almost wondered if he had imagined it. But his
heart was thundering in his chest and he could still feel the friction of his
first kiss.
Chapter End Notes
     Gonna earn that explicit rating, just you wait.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
He hated how Aizawa was looking at him right now, down on him with unreadable
eyes. It was similar to how he regarded Midoriya during the quirk apprehension
test. The same cold manner, with no sign of any emotion about what he had just
done. That unashamed gaze burned Midoriya up.
Midoriya wanted to say something, he wanted to leave and he wanted to stay. It
was hard to make decisions. The shock was wearing off and reality was settling
back in. His mind was going 1,000 miles a minute and he wasn't sure what to
say. But he'd stood up to Endeavor before, so a hero like Eraserhead should
be.....should be....
"Did you plan this", Midoriya asked coldly, his tone surprised himself,"Is that
why you asked me here?"
Aizawa raised his eyebrows at the quick accusation before answering in a level
voice, “No.”
"You're a strategist”, Midoriya pressed, "The kind of hero who thinks before
acting,"
Aizawa shrugged. "That doesn't mean I plan everything."
"Why? Why me?", Midoriya demanded. From what he could tell, Aizawa definitely
didn't think highly of him. Their interactions were quick, formal, and for
Midoriya, tense. Their first impressions of each other had been a disaster.
"I guess you could say I'm attracted to charisma", Aizawa said casually,
putting his hands in his pockets and adding, "Only...certain types.”
"What does that even mean!?", Midoriya practically shouted.
"It means", Aizawa sighed as if explanation was beneath him, "I like your kind
of spirit. When people bare their own souls, it should touch others. Don't you
feel it when you see heroes fight villains? The feeling that your chest might
burst?"
Midoriya looked a the ground. He hadn’t expected such a strange answer. But
Midoriya knew that feeling, he knew it well.
"You feel...?", Midoriya guessed cautiously.
"Something like that", Aizawa said, "I wanted to explore those feelings."
Leave it to Aizawa to be motivated by something unconventional....But Midoriya
couldn't fathom his harsh teacher feeling anything other than tired or
sadistic. Even more confusing was that Aizawa appeared to be confessing to him
of all people. It was a lot to process, and it seemed like a different reality
because what Aizawa was saying and how he was treating the issue didn’t match
up at all.
"Just...Just leave me alone", Midoriya all but shouted, his voice sounding on
the edge of panic. He bolted for the door and down the hall, not bothering to
stop for anything.
Aizawa sat down at his desk, and took a deep breath. He looked out the window.
The sun was beginning to set outside. He spent a little more time sighing and
shuffling papers around.
~><><~
Laying on his bed, Midoriya shoved his face into a pillow. He began to think,
and mutter, about the strangest 45 seconds of his life. His thoughts were a
mangled Q & A session, in which he only had questions and no answers.
‘Aizawa-sensei kissed me!? Why would he do that?!?!?’
‘Oh man, Uraraka-chan has no idea how right she is. No, I shouldn't think like
that!’
‘Why would he like me? I don’t really understand what that thing with
‘charisma’ meant…’
‘Did I like it? I think I kissed him back!? Is that wrong? Of course it’s wrong
for teachers to…..to do that, but….’
‘I don't think Aizawa-sensei is a bad person,’ Midoriya concluded. It was the
only thought he could be sure of.
Midoriya tossed and turned in his bed. He became less confused with why Aizawa
had made a move, and more focused on why he wished it hadn't stopped. He paced
in his room while trying to grapple his feelings. The Aizawa he knew was a
logical man who often made him feel scared. Impressed, sure, but mostly scared.
Not to mention he was at least 30 years old.
So why, knowing all of these things, did he wish it had lasted? He knew the
answer.
When Aizawa kissed him, Midoriya felt the rush of a soul; It unlocked feelings
he hadn't even considered. Would he ever be able to look at his teacher the
same way?
Chapter End Notes
     Cause y'know..whatever.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Midoriya was worried about going back to class, but being with his classmates
turned his mood around completely. He had arrived uncomfortable, but soon he
was talking with Uraraka and Iida; Bakugo was pissy, and Kirishima was
cheerful. Everything was fine, and it felt as normal as two days ago, even when
Aizawa stepped into the room. During attendance, he didn't even so much as
linger on Midoriya's name. It was almost scary how well Aizawa could act as
though nothing had happened the day before.
What was truly unsettling was how sensitive Midoriya had become to Aizawa's
presence. He could barely contain it. He was able to control his muttering, but
he couldn't control his heart rate. Midoriya felt his cheeks burn when his name
was called, and he was also much more attuned to the comments his classmate's
made.
"Aizawa-sensei looks handsome today,” Tsuyu whispered. Tooru nodded in
agreement, but no one saw.
"He slept in class again today,” Ashido giggled, "So cute!"
"At first I thought he was scary....But now it's actually kind of okay!"
Uraraka said.
"I don't get it,” Mineta complained to Kaminari on the side, "Do girls really
want a guy like that?"
It was impossible to ignore his classmates' adoration and it was harder not to
agree. Midoriya focused on the scar under Aizawa's right eye and remembered the
battle at the USJ. Aizawa had been terrifyingly nonchalant about that too,
hardly dwelling on the situation in class even when he arrived in bandages.
At times, Midoriya was distracted enough by the demands of following his own
dream that days passed pleasantly with his classmates. But just thinking about
Aizawa made Midoriya smile and, sometimes, become hard in his shorts.
Midoriya couldn't take it anymore. His whole world was turned around, and he
could hardly survive. He'd never felt like this before. He'd had crushes on
classmates before and he had admired heroes, but he had never given much
thought to lust. Now his body moved on its own, sabotaging his attempts to live
a normal life.
Even when he was exhausted at the end of the day and laying in bed, the thought
of that afternoon would make his dick twitch to life. Midoriya’s thoughts
quickly turned from what had happened, to what could happen. At first, when
Midoriya tried to relieve himself, he would try not to think of his teacher.
But as he would stroke himself and the static of pleasure hummed through his
body, his thoughts would inevitably return to Aizawa.
One night as he palmed himself guiltily, he finally admitted, "I return your
feelings, Sensei!"
><><
Roughly two weeks after the...dalliance in the office, Midoriya decided he
would have to make his feelings known. After class one day, he lied to Iida and
Uraraka about needing to stay late and urged them to leave the school without
him. Midoriya also ran into All Might, and had to lie about needing to meet
with Aizawa. He had to insist he would be fine on his own when All Might
offered to escort him.
Midoriya was not happy about deceiving his friends and mentor, but that was the
lesser evil than the truth. When he went to the office that afternoon, he
knocked on the door and was upset to find Cementoss opened the door.
“Ah, uh, Hello Cementoss-sensei”, Midoriya chirped quickly, caught off guard,
"I'm here to see Aizawa-sensei."
"I'm here”, Aizawa called without bothering to look up from his work.
Midoriya peered over Cementoss’s shoulder and saw that Aizawa had large stack
of papers on his desk.
Cementoss stepped aside to let Midoriya in and then went back to his own desk.
Once inside, Midoriya noticed that most of the desks were occupied with Yuuei
staff members. He approached Aizawa’s desk, unsure how to begin a conversation.
He was painfully aware of the presence of the other teachers. The room seemed
so much smaller with them in it. Aizawa was almost ignoring him entirely.
Midoriya’s confidence was leaving him and he was grasping at straws to have a
real reason to be in the office. He thought he’d have more time had they been
alone. Midoriya floundered and started several sentences, trying to keep his
voice down. Finally, Aizawa dropped a handful of papers on the desk and shoved
his chair away from the desk.
"I really should have asked you to reschedule today", Aizawa said suddenly,
"Mic dropped these essays on me and I'm still not done with them".
Aizawa stood up and started to leave the office, commenting about needing
something to drink. Midoriya hesitated and then realized he was meant to leave
as well, not having any reason to linger in the office. Cementoss nodded to
Aizawa as he passed and then to Midoriya, who waved back.
"W-wait, sensei", Midoriya said in the hall trying to keep pace. The vending
area wasn't far away, which meant Midoriya only had a little time before they
had to part ways. Aizawa purchased a tea from the vending machine. He turned to
face Midoriya with a dangerous glare.
"I am capable controlling myself. I am more than capable of being your teacher
and looking after all of you kids", Aizawa said levelly, "You can come to me if
you are really in need of counseling, but do not come to my office just to
embarrass me in front of the other staff.”
Midoriya was absolutely devastated. How could someone convey such passion in a
single act and then behave this way? Midoriya could hardly breathe. Even now
his knees were weak, his lips itched for another kiss, and other parts of his
body ached to be touched.
"Then can we talk somewhere alone, sensei?", Midoriya asked in a low voice.
Aizawa's face belied no concern as he started to walk away.
"I don't think I can control myself", Midoriya confessed, "I want to explore my
feelings too."
"The homeroom. This evening. I really have to grade those essays", Aizawa's
voice sounded hard, and Midoriya let him go.
Chapter End Notes
     Sometimes means always.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm feeling generous today.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
‘This evening’ was kind of a vague time. So Aizawa wasn’t sure what he was
expecting, but it surely wasn’t Midoriya at his desk scribbling in a notebook.
Aizawa had fallen asleep at his own desk near the end of grading Mic’s essays
and woke up to orange light filling the office. He almost felt bad for making
the kid wait so long, but it was probably for the better that he got a little
rest. And if Midoriya had decided to all this time, he couldn’t be held
accountable.
“Senseii”, Midoriya said, “I almost thought you wouldn’t show up”. He stood up
swiftly and scrambled to put away his homework.
Aizawa scowled. He could have used more sleep, and he wasn’t thrilled that it
felt like he was the one who arrived for an interview.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he said in an icy voice. Midoriya flinched.
“S-sorry! I didn’t know where else to go, so I just waited here.”
“That’s fine", Aizawa relaxed a little.
He’d been getting used to Midoriya’s straight-forward thinking since the school
year started. Aizawa leaned against his lectern. They were there on his
schedule, but it was at Midoriya’s request.
Midoriya moved closer to the front of the room, leaning back on a desk in the
front row. His bold approach mildly surprised Aizawa, which manifested in a
deeper frown. They were only a few feet apart now.
“That day, in your office-”
“I acted impetuously the last time we met”, Aizawa cut him off, “You don’t need
to doubt my ability to follow directions. Or are you threatening me?”….While
that seemed unlikely, it wasn’t impossible.
“No! That’s not what I…..That’s not what I’m here to do.”
Midoriya looked frightened. Aizawa remained silent, giving him a hard stare. It
was clear he was going to make Midoriya carry the conversation. He was going to
make Midoriya squirm under the pressure of the topic and go home with his tail
between his legs.
“It’s not fair-”, Midoriya started to say.
Aizawa laughed. He actually laughed. Not hysterically, but it startled
Midoriya.
“Fair?”, there was a derisive chuckle in his voice, “I must not be doing my job
if my students still think life is fair.”
Aizawa regained his composure and ran a hand through his hair. Midoriya
clenched his fists. He was furious. Aizawa was pressuring him, and not to
mention he could hardly get a single word out. But Midoriya was never one to
give up, just change his tactics.
“Why do you get to be in control, senseii?”, Midoriya sounded as angry as he
felt, “You start all this-,” he motioned with his arms, “you kiss me suddenly,
and then you get to take it all back? Like it never happened?”
Aizawa shrugged, only his eyes conveying any reaction to Midoriya’s words. If
Aizawa was going to stonewall him, then Midoriya would break though with sheer
force. He continued unloaded all his pent up emotions.
“You told me how you felt and now you’re treating me worse than ever! Do you
have any idea what it’s been like for me?”
Midoriya’s eyes stung with tears, ultimately forcing him to screw his eyes
shut. He tried to make sentences out of experiences. He had suffered alone for
two weeks: discovering heartache and sexual frustration at the same time;
dealing with the guilt of falling in love with, and lusting after, his teacher;
and then feeling abandoned by Aizawa. Worse yet, he couldn’t even talk to
anyone about this. Not his friends, not All Might, and definitely not his mom.
No one could know.
Aizawa had been the one to set Midoriya on the path of these twisting feelings
and left him unguided upon it.
A shadow passed over Midoriya’s vision and he felt himself being jerked
forward. His eyes flick open for a moment as he collided into Aizawa’s chest.
He’s trapped again, this time held in a tight embrace. He gripped the fabric of
Aizawa’s shirt, and hung his head down, embarrassed and ashamed but some of the
pressure in his chest had been relieved.
Midoriya felt empty after confessing everything. His face was soaking wet and
he quivered like a beaten dog. He found the slightest amount of comfort in the
sturdiness of Aizawa’s body. He felt like Aizawa would never let him go.
Aizawa held Midoriya, waiting for him to settle down. He wanted to close his
eyes, but he could not avert his attention from the situation any longer. It
had been easy for him to act cold and fulfill Midoriya’s initial demand. He had
been selfishly concerned with acquiescing in order to protect his own
reputation. He felt a stinging wave of guilt wash over him. Of course his
actions wouldn't be without repercussions.
Aizawa wasn’t sure if he was comforting Midoriya as an authority figure or as a
partner. He was willing to be either. The only one who could make that decision
was Midoriya.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry I'm such a scene builder. I just want to do this ship
     justice.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     God bless my editor who has no idea that I'm jumping the tracks like
     this.
     So if this chapter is a mess, I'm all to blame.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Midoriya was calming down, but the air in the room was still emotionally
charged. His full-body shuddering was reduced to hiccups and Aizawa’s hold on
him had softened. This moment was so unlike anything he could have imagined,
and it was such a far cry from their interaction this afternoon. He had wanted
to confess calmly like Aizawa had, and instead he had just been an emotional
grenade.
“I've changed my mind, senseii”, Midoriya’s voice was small, “Don’t leave me
alone.”
“Is that what you really want?”
“Yes. I-”
Midoriya made a move for the upper hand, highly doubting he could surprise a
pro hero. He grabbed a fistful of the bands around Aizawa's neck, pulling them
down out of the way. This also resulted in Aizawa dipping his head down closer.
"I want to be with you, senseii", Midoriya whispered in a thick voice before
kissing Aizawa.
Midoriya had closed his eyes, but he knew Aizawa had activated his quirk
reflexively. He wanted to more than last time, so he tried to bridge kisses
together. The first few were needy and one sided, and Midoriya only relaxed a
little when Aizawa’s hair fell and he felt it frame his face.
Aizawa lifted Midoriya off the ground and Midoriya straddled his waist and
wrapped his arms around Aizawa’s neck. It was much easier to make out at this
angle. Their kisses melted into something softer and much more mutual.
Midoriya felt like he was on fire. He enjoyed the the sensation of kissing
Aizawa; his lips were soft, his unshaven facial hair was kind of rough, and his
jaw was strong. It was like two tidal waves colliding in the sea, pushing
against each other until they leveled out. Not to mention every now and then,
Aizawa would hike him up on his waist and the friction against his dick was
electric.
Aizawa felt Midoriya’s dick harden and press against his stomach. He did his
best to give it a little attention, allowing Midoriya to weakly rut against
him. He really liked the way Midoriya moaned into his mouth.
'I should stop this....before he....', Aizawa thoughts were broken up, ‘Or
before I….’
Aizawa reluctantly stilled Midoriya's hips and ended their escalating make-out
session.
"Alright, that's...enough", he said quietly, "Let's not go too fast."
Midoriya was suddenly aware of what he had been doing, and it made him blush.
He felt shameless yet satisfied. The softness in Aizawa's voice brought him
back down to Earth. He realized there would be time in the future for things to
progress, and it wouldn't do any good for him to cream in is jeans all over the
both of them. Midoriya unhooked his legs and Aizawa set him down gently.
“When can we do this again?”, Midoriya asked.
Aizawa’s shoulders dropped as he caved in to the idea of there being something
between them. Although he had started it, he realized pursuing and concealing
it would take work. He had known that and still acted on his passions, and
would continue to do so. Afterall, not just anybody could catch his attention.
“I’m not sure. Give me some time to figure it out”, Aizawa admitted, “It'll
raise suspicion if we start meeting up too much.”
Midoriya had forgotten about the forbidden aspect of their relationship when he
was on cloud nine two minutes ago. Of course, as a teacher and a pro hero,
Aizawa had the most to lose in this arrangement. For Midoriya, his
participation would be a black mark on his record, a hiccup of his youth that
might affect his reputation as pro hero down the line.
“Are you having second thoughts?”, Aizawa noted the change in his demeanor.
“No, sir! But are you sure about this? If we get caught...”, the implications
hung in the air.
"I'll have hell to pay. I'm aware of the consequences."
Midoriya could see what Aizawa meant about charisma now, and how there could be
different types. He was feeling drawn towards the fearless way Aizawa carried
himself. It was like how Midoriya was inspired by All Might, but so subtly
different he would have a hard time explaining it. Midoriya knew this was going
to be the beginning of something incredible and unpredictable, a wild
attraction that went beyond the physical.
Plus Ultra.
Chapter End Notes
     Updates might be irregular because I don't want to post anything I'm
     not at least 90% satisfied with.
     Thank you for all your support.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Dangerously close to 69 kudos.
     Don't think I won't notice.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was going to be a while before they could get together again. Before they
parted ways tonight….
“There are a few things we need to talk about”, Aizawa steered the conversation
in a new direction, “This is not going to be a typical high school romance.
Please eliminate any expectations you might have about that.”
Their clandestine meeting now felt like a business venture.
“You already understand that this must be kept a secret. But given that you’re
a beginner, I’ll let you set the pace. I can be rather….”, he paused, “Well,
it’s only right that you decide what you are ready for.”
“Pace? Beginner?”, Midoriya asked. The realization dawned on him that Aizawa
was talking about physical relations.
“I’m thirty years old, Midoriya”, Aizawa said and watched for a reaction.
Midoriya hardly flinched at confirming Aizawa to be exactly twice his age. That
sort of fearlessness made Aizawa smile.
“It may not be much, but I do have experience with these things.”
“You’ve been with other people?”, Midoriya asked. The idea stuck him as odd.
“Only a few”, Aizawa said absently.
"Were any of the students?", Midoriya asked curiously.
“No. This is the first time I’ve ever had feelings for one of my students”,
Aizawa looked away as he spoke. He knew it would be the last. Midoriya was a
special case.
From his actions and calm demeanor, it had seemed like Aizawa had done
something like this before. Midoriya wasn’t sure if the that thought was
upsetting or comforting. It was more likely Aizawa was just this unapologetic
about these things.
“Were any of these partners...serious?”
“Now’s not the time to bring up the past”, Aizawa said sternly and Midoriya
grimaced. Aizawa sighed.
"None of them were serious. It's getting late, you should start heasing home."
“Yessir!”, Midoriya responded as if he was being dismissed from class. Aizawa
looked him up and down, admiring Midoriya as well as assessing if there were
any hints of their illicit interaction. He nodded once, his typical dismissal,
and Midoriya made to take off. Aizawa caught his arm.
"Hey, it's gonna be a while", Aizawa bent down over Midoriya's shoulder and
kissed his neck, "Don't do anything crazy while you're waiting this time."
"Y-Yessir", Midoriya repeated. Aizawa straightened up, lingering in the
homeroom while Midoriya walked the halls red as a beet.
><><
Once he was alone, Aizawa dropped his head back and made a frustrated noise in
the back of his throat. Things had been dangerously close to escalating. He had
to stop reliving the fresh memory of Midoriya grinding against him or- he
pressed a hand against his half-hard dick- that would get worse. Good thing he
could relive the memory of both his arms breaking as an incredibly effective
boner killer.
'Silver linings', he thought sardonically.
He would have to restrain himself for a few more hours before he could get to
act on his desires. However, this also gave him more time to mull over
everything Midoriya had said, and how he said it. It was kind of a turn on to
see someone cry as they confess to thinking about you while they touch
themselves. Such a revelation might have shocked a weaker man, but at this
point in his life, Aizawa was well aware of his sadistic tendencies.
Midoriya might not actually know what he was getting into, and the thought of
his ignorance thrilled Aizawa even more. There's really nothing like taking the
upper hand, especially from a partner with a strong quirk. They think they're
invincible until it's taken away, and for a moment they're very afraid. Aizawa
grinned darkly.
Nothing like it at all. The moment where they feel truly naked, divorced from
something they've relied on all their lives. That fear precedes submission;
Which, while not always necesarry, is quite rewarding in the battlefield and in
the bedroom.
'Yes', Aizawa thought,'He really has no idea.....'
Chapter End Notes
     Hit 69 Kudos while I was asleep....
     Thank you, everyone!
     Leave your hate mail @ https://aizawasdesk.tumblr.com/
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry if this chapter ain't up to par.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Aizawa unlocked the door to his apartment and went straight across the mostly
empty room to his bed. He didn’t even bother to turn the lights on. He shucked
off his clothes, stripping down to his boxers; and dropped on to the mattress
back first.
He felt kind of warm so he didn’t bother with crawling under the covers. He had
already gotten dinner with Mic, and would have been content to fall asleep then
and there. Instead, he closed his eyes and his hand snaked down to tug his dick
out of the front of his boxers. He was almost entirely flaccid, but he worked
himself up with languid strokes.
He was hard now, not painfully so, but enough to work with. Remembering today’s
encounter with Midoriya was enough to get him stiff, but definitely not enough
to finish him off. He rolled his thumb over the tip, causing a tingling
sensation that coursed through him and curled his toes. He eased up and
returned his attention to the shaft, and let his mind wander a little bit.
Aizawa conjured up a simple enough fantasy: Midoriya on his knees with his face
inches from [Aizawa’s] own dick, not looking too eager but not frightened
either. He would begin by giving few quick, curious licks to get started before
boldly licking up the full length and ultimately taking it into his mouth.
Aizawa bit his lip and continued thinking. While he liked the idea of Midoriya
cautiously sucking him off, Aizawa decided to speed things up. He was jerking
off not writing a book. He just got done fighting villains for hours, he didn’t
have time and energy to waste.
Art imitates reality. Aizawa thought about getting impatient and threading his
fingers into Midoriya’s hair, and then holding his head in place and thrusting
into his mouth. What kind of face would Midoriya make at that? He imagined the
scrape of teeth as Midoriya’s inexperienced jaw gets tired, that wouldn't
be...unpleasant. Aizawa gave a satisfied hum as he tightened his grip. He also
wondered with sick curiosity how much Midoriya would be able to handle…probably
not much.
Aizawa’s lips tugged into a twisted grin and he quickened the pace of his hand,
often tweaking his fingers over the head of his dick at the top of his strokes.
His hand was slicking up with pre-come. His free hand gripped the sheets,
tightly enough that the muscles in his arm were defined in the low light. He
briefly thought about having to mind his strength with Midoriya.
He imagined pushing Midoriya past his limit and holding him in place. Aizawa
thought about the feeling of Midoriya swallowing around his dick, desperate for
air. Aizawa’s eyes shot open and he inhaled sharply. Getting close now. He
pictured Midoriya gagging and pulling off, with spit and come dripping down his
chin and tears rolling down his cheeks...He probably wouldn't swallow either.
What a mess...
Midoriya would probaby look up at him with that steely gaze of his, conquered
yet proud.
Lagging behind his imagination by mere seconds, Aizawa’s hips recoiled, his
breathing hitched, and he made a noise as he came in a white wave. It must have
been a while since the last time he’d done this, as his hand was thoroughly
coated in dream cream.
Aizawa laid still on his bed and enjoyed the lingering sensation of his orgasm
ebbing through him, sighing contentedly. His heart rate was high as hell. After
a few minutes, Aizawa started to come down and he felt extremely warm now and
was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He needed a shower.
He stood up and stripped off his boxers, and with a look of disdain he used
them to wipe his hand and dick clean. With a careless flick of the wrist, he
threw it into a laundry basket on his way to the shower.
Chapter End Notes
     Why am I like this
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this is probably anticlimatic after so long.
     Self-published again, so there's probably mistakes everywhere.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Midoriya felt light, like he was floating high above the city. The world felt
like a new place to him, everything felt new and bright. It was probably
strange to feel this way with a dark secret, but Midoriya had his fair share of
secrets. His collection just happened to include his quirk, All Might’s time
limit, and now his first flame.
This thing with Aizawa was so hard to describe. Some days it felt all
consuming, his body and soul burning with desire. And other days, it was merely
a comfortable warmth in his heart. Midoriya couldn’t help but smile when he
caught Aizawa casting him stray stares during class.
Because Aizawa wasn’t kidding when he said it would be a while before they
could get together again. Life for class 1-A was busy, jam packed with
homework, training, and villain attacks. On top of that, Midoriya also began
spending more time with his friends and getting closer with more of his
classmates.
But the snatches of time he could spend with Aizawa were explosive. Even on the
days where Aizawa seemed too tired, Midoriya savored each touch and was more
than willing to make him feel good. He loved the idea of pleasuring a pro hero.
The only problem with their arrangement was that there was very little time
for….less intense activities. It wasn’t as if everything they did was a hit and
run. But in his typical fashion, Midoriya was eager to advance, and their rough
make-out sessions evolved within three or four encounters. They took whatever
time they could get, wherever they could, but seldom was there any chance to
just spend time together.
With his lust sated, Midoriya found himself yearning for more simple displays
of affection. He couldn’t help his young heart from longing for a classic
romance, which is impossible to have when your relationship consists of
sneaking around and breaking all the rules. He’s only had a few chances to hold
Aizawa’s hand, and they never lasted very long.
And now Aizawa was escorting him to his first after-class training session. All
Might was waiting in another wing of the school, but their session would take
place in one of the various training grounds on campus.
“Senseii, don’t you have a smartphone?”, Midoriya asked.
“Yes”, Aizawa answered, barely looking at him.
Midoriya asked his next question eagerly, and managed to bump into Aizawa’s
arm.
“Could we exchange e-mail addresses? That way if-”
“No”, Aizawa cut in sternly, “If there’s something you want to tell me, you can
say it while we’re together.”
“R-right”, Midoriya said.
Midoriya fell silent. He realized in his excitement, he had probably spoken too
loudly. He also realized he was probably too close to Aizawa as well, and put a
little more space between them.
The sudden change in his demeanor caught Aizawa’s attention, earning a side-
eyed glance. He thought Midoriya knew by now they couldn’t afford to create
evidence of their relationship. He wondered if he had overestimated Midoriya’s
intelligence or underestimated his heart.
On the other hand, he didn’t particularly enjoy upsetting Midoriya.
But Aizawa had effectively killed the conversation, and Midoriya knew this was
not the time or place to hash out his feelings. He was torn between picking
apart this mistake, and his excitement of spending time with All Might. His
stride was purposeful, reflecting his desire to escape Aizawa’s attention for
at least a few hours to recover.
They reached an open door, All Might could be seen sitting on a couch inside
the room, reading a newspaper. Aizawa knocked on the door framed and All Might
jumped up to meet them.
“I’m leaving him in your care”, Aizawa said in the deadpan tone. Without
waiting, he started to leave.
“Aizawa-kun, don’t be so hasty!”, All Might called out heartily, “Are you busy?
Why not stay and observe this lesson?”
Aizawa turned around and gave a grim smile, “Unfortunately, I am quite busy
today.”
All Might sounded a little disappointed, “Oh, well….Please come to the next
one. I think it would be beneficial to have your input during these sessions.”
Aizawa appeared to be considering the offer.
Midoriya looked between his teachers and grinned reflexively. He couldn’t help
it, he loved watching pro heros interact and making notes on their
compatibility. He was never going to get over being near top heros, especially
All Might. And besides, interactions between All Might and Eraserhead were
particularly quirky.
“Perhaps another time”, Aizawa waved a hand a departed down the hall. All Might
seemed pleased with this response.
He turned to Midoriya and exclaimed, “Alright, Midoriya my boy! Let’s get
started!”
And just like that, Midoriya’s focus shifted from his messed up personal life
to avidly following All Might’s footsteps. He had never forgotten his top
priority, his dream, and his responsibility as All Might’s successor. It
eclipsed his earlier upset.
~~~
Aizawa left Midoriya with All Might and spent his afternoon updating the
student profiles for his class. He did so with half his attention. He was
occupied with how to address Midoriya. The boy clearly had developed some
strong feelings, and of course he wished to express them. Not just express
them, but to have them returned.
‘This could be problematic’, Aizawa thought, ‘It’s unreasonable for me to
expect him to see it from my perspective…He’s much too inexperienced to
understand.’
In the past, Aizawa could almost be described as cruel to his partners, forcing
them to handle their own emotions and often letting things burn out. The
difference between then and now is that he had almost always selected partners
who could handle his hands-off attitude. Now, Aizawa was the one who had shown
Midoriya the depth of human emotions, and it was up to him now to show him the
diversity.
Aizawa would not describe himself as in love, but that did not mean he did not
care. Beyond that, he was certainly intrigued by Midoriya, who has so much
promise and such a vivid passion. He felt a much stronger sense of
responsibility and affection towards Midoriya.
But he was in a precarious position because of it. How he proceeded with
Midoriya could have an impact on how he handles relationships in the future.
Midoriya’s honest and dedicated personality (all the qualities Aizawa regarded
fondly), were a double-edged sword in this situation. One wrong move on
Aizawa’s part, and the results could be disastrous.
‘Even if I do indulge his need for affection, I can’t afford to let my guard
down’, Aizawa mused frustratedly.
He realized with increasing displeasure there was only one option.
~~~
Aizawa did not meet them after the lesson, as Midoriya had secretly hoped. But
he barely spared it a thought, because he was exhausted, sore, and drenched in
sweat after training with All Might. He hardly had any time to waste lingering
about campus either, as he was rushing to catch the late train home. The pain
of exertion had focused his mind on his immediate needs: a shower, a meal, and
rest.
Only after he boarded the mostly empty train car, and watched the city lights
pass by, did he think of Aizawa again. He wondered what he was up to, if he was
staying late in the office or prowling the streets busting villains.
Midoriya felt himself getting sleepy on the train, and forced himself to stay
awake. If he missed his stop, it might take him all night to get home.
‘What if Aizawa-senseii is home already?’, Midoriya wondered.
He kind of hoped so. Midoriya felt a pang in his heart, wishing he could check
on Aizawa. Instead, all he could do was think about what could be. Midoriya
felt his spirits lift as he thought about how hard he worked today, feeling a
kinship with Aizawa who was sure to be tired about this time as well. He knew
now more than before just how hard Aizawa worked, putting in hours at Yuuei and
fulfilling his role as a pro hero.
Midoriya sighed contentedly. Before he knew it, the train pulled up to his stop
and he walked home in a daze. His mother thought he was just exhausted, and
didn’t nag him about his air-headed behavior, but truly his mind was elsewhere.
Chapter End Notes
     They spent the evening thinking about each other.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thanks to everyone for your comments, kudos, heck even the hits. I
     appreciate the amount fo support this fic has gotten, more than I can
     describe.
     Setting: They're on some upper level floor that gets infinitely less
     traffic after hours.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“I’ve been thinking about your request”, Aizawa drawled and Midoriya perked up.
This was the first time they’d gotten together since that time Midoriya had
asked to exchange phone numbers. This time, Aizawa had been waiting for him
after classes and they walked together under the guise of an escort. Midoriya
made sure to mind a respectful distance.
The look on Aizawa’s face frightened several students who were loitering on
campus. Midoriya couldn’t blame them, he wasn’t sure where this interaction
could go….Even if it wasn’t school related it could still be….
Midoriya felt a chill go down his spine, thinking of what it’s like when Aizawa
gets rough.
Aizawa continued speaking once the last few students hurried away in the other
direction.
“I’m not changing my answer, but it’s got me thinking”, he paused thoughtfully,
“That I'm not doing enough for you.”
Aizawa’s tone jerked Midoriya out of his analytical reverie. Midoriya flinched,
feeling the sting of remembering their last, short, conversation. Honestly it
had been his mistake. Aizawa had laid everything out clearly and he still had
the nerve to say something so naive, to ask Eraser to risk his career.
“No, No, ”, Midoriya’s voice wavered, “I forgot myself that day, you were right
about the risks. This is more than enough for me.”
“This relationship exists outside of the classroom. If you’re dissatisfied, you
can say so”, Aizawa said, his tone was somewhere between stern and
disinterested. As encouraging as it ever gets.
“I mean it, really! I’ve never even done anything like this before so I can’t
complain!”, Midoriya persisted nervously. He just wanted the topic to change.
“You don’t have to make excuses for me, Midoriya. I’m fully aware that I am not
an attentive partner.”
Midoriya swallowed thickly, processing the change of tone. He’d be lying if he
said he that it didn’t kill him not to be held close like the day he confessed;
That he was listless when they were apart too long. He was somehow blooming and
withering under Aizawa’s attention. But it was selfish, right? To ask for more?
In a sick way, this felt like class. Aizawa was always saying things like
‘Hero’s are the ones who reverse the situation’ and making his students work to
see results. In other words, he kept reminding them that nothing in life comes
easy. If Midoriya ever wanted to be a hero, he should at least be able to ask
for something so simple as this.
“I really enjoy what we do when we’re together, but it’s true I’ve only
expressed half my feelings, Sensei”, Midoriya found his voice, although it was
a lot shakier than he wished it was.
He reached out and grasped Aizawa’s hand, entwining their fingers. Aizawa cast
a glance at their hands, his face displayed neither disgust or pleasure.
However, he made no move to end their connection.
“I know what you said before, but”, Midoriya hesitated, on the verge of
announcing a feeling he felt constantly but had never put into words before.
The feeling that pushed him to be a hero.
“I want to be close to you, Senseii. I think about it all the time, when we’re
in class or when I’m at home”, Midoriya’s guts spilled out on the the floor in
one brave breath, “I’ve really fallen for you.”
Aizawa was stunned by this confession, and barely concealed it. His eyes
widened and for a moment he looked as speechless as he felt. Midoriya thought
he caught the faintest flush of his cheeks too.
“I thought this might be this was the case….”, Aizawa said cautiously.
Even if he had anticipated it, he had held out a little hope for a different
outcome; One in which he didn’t have to shoulder responsibility for Midoriya’s
feelings. He tried to crush the rising feeling in his chest, but even he had to
admit there was something unexpectedly pleasant about Midoriya’s pure
admiration. But Aizawa had planned for this:
'Play along, Shouta. It won't last, so you might as well make it good for him.'
Midoriya beamed, as Aizawa’s hesitation came across as uncharacteristically
shy.
“Listen”, Aizawa sighed in resignation, “I don’t do this kind of stuff”, he
indicated their entwined hands, “It’s not my forte. But I’m willing to make
something an exception this time.”
“An exception?”, Midoriya asked meekly.
Aizawa totally had bedroom eyes as he said, “I’ll do what I have to in order to
see you reach your full potential. So I’m going to make you an offer.”
“An offer?”, Midoriya repeated. He was not following. He also had committed
half of his focus on the sensation of simply holding Aizawa's hand.
“If you want to do things like this, you’ll have to tell me when. Do not expect
that I will anticipate what you want, or that I will act on my own accord. I
really am no good at this sort of thing.”
Midoriya felt a smile threatening to erupt. He felt as if he had tamed some
kind of beast. Almost immediately he shook his hand free and wrapped his arms
around Aizawa’s waist, pressing his whole body up against him.
Once more, one of Midoriya’s blatant acts of affection took Aizawa by surprise.
He hesitated a moment before he lazily hooked his arms around Midoriya’s
shoulders, and looked down on him.
Up until this point, all of Aizawa’s past relationships had been more like
business arrangements; stiff, formal, and down to the point. But that kind of
hands off approach would not work for Midoriya, who he had no desire to ruin.
Not that Aizawa ruined anyone, but he certainly never got personal. Only
someone with a strong soul could move him to change his ways, even just this
little bit.
“Listen”, Aizawa muttered, “If you wanted my number just so you can say things
like, ‘I’m worried about you’, I don’t need that.”
“I understand, Sensei”, Midoriya replied. He was fast learning to take Aizawa’s
words with a grain of salt.
Midoriya gently indicated that he wanted to end the embrace by tapping Aizawa's
back before pulling away. He was beginning to sense Aizawa's discomfort with
the closeness. In truth, they were still a somewhat awkward pair. While their
dalliance had begun weeks ago, the time they had spent together was
considerably less. The energy between them was still electric and new, but
Aizawa was uncharateristically reserved about proceeding. He took creative
liberties within those boundaries, but Midoriya still had no idea how to ask to
go to the next level. Would Aizawa even let him?
For now, Midoriya felt as if a door had been opened to him. Even as Aizawa led
him off the main hall and they slipped into a supply closet, Midoriya could
begin to see a future he had dreamed of. He felt much braver, feeling more
validated in touching Aizawa's body. Midoriya attempted on several occaisions
to retun Aizawa's passion, but many of their rendezvous were semi-instructional
as Midoriya failed to replicate the same pleasurable sensations.
Midoriya was also keenly aware of their height difference. He loved the way
Aizawa could swallow him whole, like an eclipse. He almost felt as if he had no
right trying to push back against such a warm, powerful force; the temptation
was too strong to simply let Aizawa have his way with him.
But Aizawa would never be satisfied with that. He had been done in by
Midoriya's strength, charisma, and near limitless potential. He'd end this in a
heartbeat if Midoriya got complacent. He would never let Midoriya rest on his
laurels, even in a situation like this.
Aizawa smirked as he felt the purpose behind Midoriya's movements, pulling
Midoriiya close into a kiss. As much as he enjoyed a good sub, nothing compares
to an equal partner....
'Except, perhaps, someone superior', Aizawa thought, as he slipped his tongue
past Midoriya's lips.
Chapter End Notes
     They spent a good amount of time in that closet.
     I have been calling this conversation "I lead in the sheets, you lead
     in the streets".
     I vaguely hinted about this in the last chapter, the relationship
     between these two is complex. In fact it still is very much cat-
     mouse, but more aptly I think of this pair as a sugar-salt kind of
     thing.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     Taking some liberties with the timeline. I call it "vaguely
     referencing canon".
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The students had spent their first week in the dorms. Of course, this
arrangement would have only made it easier for them to meet up, but Midoriya
hadn't really seen Aizawa much more than normal. You see, he was suffering
sharply from what Aizawa called a "lack of trust" after the incident at Kamino
Ward. On top of that, Aizawa had spent longer hours patching up relations with
the public, and answering any lingering questions from parents and students.
Midoriya couldn't help but feel that this prolonged avoidance was an additional
punishment.
In time though, Aizawa slunk back into his life as seamlessly as a house cat.
Their reunion was cautious and tentative. Things started to creep back towards
normal when Aizawa placed a hand on Midoriya's shoulder during a routine
conversation. The gesture seemed innocent enough, but it warmed Midoriya to his
core. He caught himself longing for Aizawa's embrace; the warm comfort that
came from a body strong with experience.
Truthfully, they were both very busy. Aizawa had a whole class to look after;
assessing their well-being and training them to the bone. It wasn't until the
start of the third week in the dorms, after the fight with Bakugou, that they
were able to get close.
Midoriya's house arrest had ended, and his internship with Nighteye was just
beginning. He lingered in the school building after most of his classmates had
gone home, determined to make up the work he missed. He was spending his
afternoon meeting with some of his other teachers to discuss the topics they
went over while he was out. In the process, he happened to run into Aizawa who
was also making rounds about the offices.
"Ah, Aizawa-sensei!", Midoriya called out with a smile.
Aizawa regarded him with a sightly amused expression before addressing him.
"Midoriya", he said, "Working hard, I see", Aizawa gestured toward the large
stack of papers Midoriya was carrying.
"Yeah", Midoriya laughed nervously, "I'm a little bit behind."
Aizawa did not comment on this. They both knew why Midoriya had missed the last
three days at school, and he seemed to have no opinion about it. All that was
said before they parted ways were:
"When you're finished, I'll escort you back to the dorms", Aizawa said, "I
don't need another incident report with your name on it."
"Right, sir!", Midoriya bowed stiffly, and Aizawa moved past him down the hall.
Did he imagine it, or did Aizawa use teasing tone of voice? Midoriya's lips
curved into a smile reflexively as he thought about finally, finally, being
alone with Aizawa.
~~~
It was early evening when Midnight transferred Midoriya into Aizawa's care. She
called his cellphone and told him, "Your student is ready to return to the
dorms". While they waited for him to arrive, Midnight seemed very interested in
talking about the "passionate rivalry between you two young boys". Midoriya was
very relieved to when Aizawa finally knocked on the office door.
Midoriya did his best to keep his behavior formal, at least until they were
alone. He contained himself, and whatever electric energy was drawing him to
Aizawa. As usual, his teacher had all the emotional transparency of a lead
blanket. Midoriya almost felt like he had misinterpreted Aizawa's offer.
But he hadn't.
They rounded the corner in an empty section of the school, when Aizawa whirled
around, slamming Midoriya against the wall. Their bodies so close together,
Aizawa's hand was pressed against the wall with tremendous force. Midoriya
almost felt like he would be crushed in the intensity of this moment. Aizawa
kissed him hard, first on the lips and then harsher on his neck. The sensation
left Midoriya's throat aching, unable to take in air.
Midoriya placed a hand on Aizawa's neck to steady himself. Aizawa broke away
from a kiss, tilting his head to reveal a bit of his bare throat, inviting
Midoriya to reach for more. With the ghost of a smile, he looked like a
placated beast. Not for the first time, Midoriya wanted to run his fingers
through Aizawa’s mane of black hair. Instead, he could feel the vibration of a
hushed moan, which sparked him to dive forward against Aizawa.
They staggered away from the wall and Aizawa wrapped an arm around Midoriya's
waist to pin them together, before slamming him back up against the wall.
Midoriya loved the hard press of Aizawa’s leg against his dick, he loved the
way Aizawa was rough with him.
'This is the kind of love Aizawa-sensei has', Midoriya thought happily, his
mind becoming cloudy, 'The kind of love that could crush someone. I’m ready for
it.’
Aizawa pulled Midoriya’s collar down to expose his shoulder and Midoriya felt
him biting the skin there. He pulled off, flicking his tongue in an animal way,
breaking a string of saliva. The mark he left was slight. It would fade in a
day or two, but he spared it a little pride.
“Sense- ah!”, Midoriya tried to speak, “I think I’m….Ready to….”
Midoriya’s gasping sentences made Aizawa relent and listen. Midoriya caught his
breath and clung to Aizawa for support.
“I don’t think I can wait any longer….I’m ready to...do that with you”,
Midoriya panted, stressing the word to dispel any doubt about what he meant.
Aizawa caught on instantly, looking both curious and terribly pleased.
“What is it you want?”, Aizawa asked, grinding his leg between Midoriya’s, “Be
clear about it.”
“Tonight….Can we...I want you to…”, Midoriya stumbled and Aizawa relented again
to let him speak.
Now they were both still and tightly wound together. Aizawa’s arm unpinned from
his hips, adjusting to run the length of Midoriya’s back. Midoriya sensed a
sudden intimacy in Aizawa’s actions, their faces dangerously close. Their lips
had barely been parted and Midoriya could hardly stand it. Especially when he
was trying to say that...
“I want you to take my virginity”, Midoriya felt his cheeks burning up. He
couldn't believe he said something so ridiculous, but he couldn't contain his
animal desire any longer.
Aizawa smiled again, in a way that might’ve scared a small animal but only
excited Midoriya. He held him close enough to speak quietly.
“I want you to think more carefully about what you’re asking for”, Aizawa told
him, “If you still feel the same after this weekend, then come by the homeroom
on Monday, well after hours.”
Midoriya reveled in being held so close, and again Aizawa’s calm tone and deep
voice compelled him to obey. He nuzzled up against Aizawa’s chest and felt his
even heart beat. He didn’t even mind being told to wait 4 days when just a
minute ago he felt he would fall apart without getting ravished.
It felt like a test of will, and Midoriya was eager to prove himself to Aizawa.
Chapter End Notes
     It's clunky, but I don't like getting left behind.
***** Fucking on Bakugo's Desk *****
Chapter Notes
     Is extended preparation a kink?
     Because I just want this boy to be comfortable.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The weekend passed by with Midoriya doing everything he could to distract
himself from his secret assignment. He spent Friday pouring over his homework,
and attending a study session from Yaoyorozu. On Saturday he trained as hard as
he could to keep his mind off the alternating joy and nerves he felt. On
Sunday, Class 1-A decided to have a rest day and go out on the town, so
Midoriya went along too.
Come Monday morning, Midoriya was considerably more relaxed but no less eager.
He fought the urge to pounce on Aizawa when he arrived for homeroom, opting
instead to pine from afar. He wondered how Aizawa was feeling and how he’d
spent the weekend.
It felt like eternity before the last bell rang.
~~~
“Midoriya", Aizawa said languidly, "Bend over this desk.”
"Th-that's Kacchan's desk", Midoriya sputtered. Even though the room was dark,
he knew exactly whose damaged desk this was.
"I'm well aware of whose desk it is", Aizawa replied.
"I don't think I can do it if I'm thinking about Kacchan", Midoriya said
pathetically, "Especially not for my first time".
"I doubt you'll be able to think of anything else at all", Aizawa said,
sounding almost reassuring.
Aizawa bound Midoriya's legs with his tape and used his hands to fold Midoriya
over Bakugou's desk. To compensate for the roughness, Aizawa kissed Midoriya's
neck while he worked his pants down around his thighs, exposing his partner.
Midoriya looked at his hands gripping the edges of Bakugou's desk, and felt his
dick press against it. He squeeze his eyes shut, trying to erase the image of
Bakugou sitting there. He felt for sure he wouldn't be any good as a partner,
until he felt Aizawa begin to prepare him.
Perhaps Aizawa hadn't planned to kiss Midoriya the first time, but he sure as
hell was prepared to fuck him. Aizawa had a small bottle of a simple, water-
based lubricant, and he applied a generous amount on two fingers that he worked
into Midoriya one at a time. Midoriya yelped at the first touch and ground his
teeth to deal with the pain of the intrusion. Aizawa placed a heavy hand on
Midoriya’s hip and worked him open with nearly surgical movements and a neutral
expression. He was half-hard in his uniform and reflecting on the lack of
romance for Midoriya's first time.
"Aizawa-senseii!!!", Midoriya called out as Aizawa pressed a finger against his
prostate. Pain was dissolving into pleasure.
"Are you going to come from this?", Aizawa murmured, scissoring his fingers,
"That would be cute.”
Midoriya blushed, and wished he could say more between the lewd noises Aizawa
was forcing out of him.
"Izuku", Aizawa said sharply, "Remember to breathe.”
Midoriya stiffened up at the sound of his name, and realized he had indeed been
holding his breath. Even in a moment like this....He hardly dared to think
about calling Aizawa anything other than "senseii". Meanwhile, Aizawa focused
on the sensation of Midoriya clenching around his fingers.
When he was confident in his work, Aizawa withdrew his fingers and Midoriya
breathed a sigh of relief. By his estimate, Midoriya would only be able to take
him in partially....It was probably time to get started.
Aizawa unzipped his pants and effortlessly slipped his dick out. He gave it a
few slippery strokes. He leaned over to whisper in Midoriya’s ear.
“This is going to feel different from my fingers. Let me know if it hurts.”
Midoriya was thrown off by how different Aizawa sounded, as compared to his
usual demeanor. He could feel a warm stiffness at his back as Aizawa ground up
against him, and he trembled.
“Senseii”, Midoriya moaned again.
Aizawa lined himself up and pressed gently in, his lips pulled back into
something of a snarl. He rather liked being called by his title during sex.
Figures.
“Say that again”, he said in a throaty voice. Never one much for moaning.
“S-senseiiiii”, Midoriya groaned, his mouth hanging open, with a breath caught
in his throat. It was shaken loose with a yelp when Aizawa jolted him backwards
and hit Midoriya’s limit.
“Is that….are you…”, Midoriya tried to form a sentence.
“Almost”, was the husky reply.
Deciding that was the best that could be done for now, Aizawa started with slow
shallow thrusts in the hopes that it would help loosen Midoriya up. He curled
over Midoriya, wrapped one hand around his waist and the other gripped the
desk. Aizawa used his own body to hold Midoriya in place and recalled the cloth
binding Midoriya’s legs.
Midoriya felt like he was falling apart. He felt so small under Aizawa, and it
really didn’t help that every hot breath and growl was right in his ear. He was
fixated on the way it felt when Aizawa rolled the muscles in his hips to press
in and out....
Aizawa’s hips slammed against him, and the powerful flex of his muscles.
Midoriya felt own legs were going weak, his mouth hung open and the pain
evolved into pleasure. He was forced back into his own body for a moment when a
sturdy fabric band wrapped around his mouth as a gag.
“Making….so much damn noise….”, Aizawa breathed into his ear, and Midoriya
melted. He wasn’t aware he had been making any noise.
As soon as he was muzzled, Midoriya knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He
wasn’t even able to touch his own dick; his hands far too busy holding himself
up, gripping the desk for support.
Midoriya mewled against his gag. He wanted to last, he wanted this to go on
forever. He felt filthy, honestly. He no longer cared that they were in the
homeroom, or whose desk they were on. And right now he was so fucked out of his
mind, Midoriya didn’t care if anyone saw them.
Then he thought about it.
About being caught. About how they must look, wrapped up together with Aizawa
inside him….
Midoriya came all over the front Bakugou’s desk. Midoriya’s body shuddered
under Aizawa as he had the most intense orgasm of his life, pleasure overriding
almost every one of his senses.
Aizawa ground into him softer, and held him steady while his orgasm rocked
through him. Midoriya was hyper aware of Aizawa’s presence as a soft mane of
dark hair whispering encouraging words to him.
“Do you think you can hang on long enough for me to finish?”, Aizawa asked
softy.
Midoriya, who had no idea about overstimulation, whimpered an affirmative
reply. Once Aizawa began moving again, Midoriya never stilled. He quivered the
whole time. He was unsure where his body ended and Aizawa’s began. He couldn’t
keep his eyes open and all of his senses seemed to converge; they were the only
two in the room and yet Midoriya felt lost in a crowd.
Aizawa maintained a slower than normal cadence, resisting the urge to piston
his hips and mark Midoriya’s neck up and down with bites. With these half-
hearted thrusts it almost felt impossible to get off, but Midoriya made it
easier by putting on quite a show beneath him.
‘My best student...A total mess…’
Over the dull roar of amplified noise, Midoriya heard a stifled roar. A sound
caught squarely in Aizawa’s jaw that barely escaped. A whole body shudder
followed by feeling Aizawa’s chest heaving with deep breaths confirmed that he
had finally climaxed.
Midoriya was dragged along over the line, experiencing his first second and dry
orgasm.
Midoriya opened his eyes and the room spun. He felt Aizawa slide out of him,
and immediately missed the sensation. His limbs felt heavy and his heart raced.
Behind him,
Aizawa put himself back together and then began to fix Midoriya’s pants. Aizawa
handled him gently, lowering him to the floor and holding him in his lap.
“Are you….How do you feel?”, Aizawa panted, and Midoriya knew he was supposed
to respond, but he felt like he was having an out of body experience.
“Midoriya”, Aizawa snapped, shaking his shoulder, “Are you okay? Was that too
much?”
Even though he was worn out, Aizawa needed to assess Midoriya’s condition. He
hadn’t gotten too wild, but he did push Midoriya pretty far for a virgin. Worse
still, this wasn’t really the ideal environment for providing after care. He
wasn’t the most gentle lover, but he was serious about doing things right for
Midoriya.
“I’m….I’m alright, senseii”, Midoriya breathed, and Aizawa’s shoulders dropped
in relief, “That was…..incredible.”
“Catch your breath, and let me know when you’re ready to leave. I’ll help you
back to your dorm”, Aizawa said, “Don’t worry about class tomorrow, I’ll have
all your assignments sent over.”
Midoriya didn’t hear a damn thing. Exhaustion had taken him over, and he had
fallen asleep.
Aizawa frowned. 'Next time….We’ll just use my apartment', he thought.
Chapter End Notes
     They did it on Bakugo's desk because Aizawa thought it would be
     funny.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Midoriya sat at his desk and looked at a small slip of paper in the lamp light.
His hands started to shake as the realization set in.
"This is....Aizawa-sensei's address", he exclaimed to himself, though not too
loudly.
He couldn't risk anyone in the dorm building hearing him, so he kept the rest
of his thoughts to himself. First, he focused on what a risk this was for
Aizawa. It wasn't like he'd written his name on it, but someone with access to
UA staff data would be be able to run a search and match the address to him.
This led to Midoriya's bigger issue: what should he do with this information?
He obviously couldn't just throw it away, but would hiding it be enough? No, if
he hid it...it could be found. Converting it into something digtal, like a
picture or a note on his phone, wouldn't work for the same reason.
The only option left was to commit the address to memory and then destroy the
paper! That probably explains why Aizawa put it on something discreet and
destructible. Would fire be enough? He should shred it and then burn it.
Midoriya sighed, exhausted by this moment of panic. He started to calm down as
he slipped more into his analysis and planning, as if the situation had become
more hypothetical than real.
Speaking of real, was this even Aizawa's real address? Midoriya had just
assumed it was because Aizawa had slipped it to him, and it had an address
written on it down to the apartment number. But what if he was wrong? It was
possible, but highely unlikely, that Aizawa had a second apartment just for
this. Midoriya dismissed the idea, along with it being a hotel room. There were
four extra numbers that he interpreted as a door code, which hotels don't
usually have.
Midoriya reached the conclusion that Aizawa had just plain taken a risk
trusting him with this information. Aizawa usually thought a few steps ahead.
He must have expected Midoriya to figure this much out and be able to handle
it. So if this was Aizawa's address, Midoriya absolutely had to destroy this
slip of paper. He had to shred it, burn it, and bury the ashes.
Aizawa did say that next time they'd use his apartment. He apparently meant it.
~X~
The building was in a so-so part of town. It was more urban than Midoriya's old
neighborhood, but the buildings were shorter and the streets were quieter than
those in busier parts of the city. Midoriya had taken a train and then walked
the rest of the way from the station. He passed a corner store and wondered if
Aizawa ever stopped there. It was a 24 hour store, so probably. His pulse raced
as he realized that this little excursion had catapulted him into Aizawa's
private life....His incredibly private life.
But he was here on invitation. Sort of. Midoriya recalled all the information
Aizawa had written down for him, and none of if was a date. Without a phone
number, Midoriya had no way of finding out if Aizawa was even at home. Maybe he
had jumped the gun by coming over the weekend after, but the thought that he
could be so close made Midoriya see this through. There were too many variables
to consider, and just going home felt like quitting. So instead, he unlcked the
front door, and took the elevator up to a higher floor.
Before Aizawa answered the door. His hair was slicked down, wet, and he was
only wearing pants. There was a towel around his neck. He looked a little
surprised to see Midoriya in his hallway, but not terribly so. He let him in
quickly all the same.
Midoriya took in the sight of Aizawa's apartment quicker than he did the
building outside. The room they were in now was a good size, with a high
ceiling. The over head light was off, and the curtain of his balcony was was
wide open and afternoon light filtered through the room. It was a mostly empty
room. A small counter cut the large room almost in half, dividing it between a
living room and a kitchen.
On the other side of the room a door opened up into a small bathroom. The light
was on in there. A closed door next to it could have led to a bedroom or a
closet, it was hard to tell. All in all, it seemed like the bare minimum of an
apartment. It fit Aizawa-sensei perfectly.
"Ah, is this a bad time, senseii?", Midoriya asked sheepishly. He could see
there were traces of shaving cream on Aizawa's face.
"No, not really", Aizawa said in his usual, relaxed tone. He didn't seem at all
disturbed by Midoriya's visit. But that's just how it was. Aizawa was
passionate in other way, at other times. Aizawa lifted the towel off his
shoulders and used it to dry his hair a bit. Midoriya watched, captivated.
"I ordered take-out for lunch", Aizawa said. He walked past Mdioriya, into the
kitchen. He opened his fridge and took out a bento box, "I only ordered for
myself, but here, you can eat this. It's fresh."
Midoriya accepted it. It had a note on the top that said "Don't eat to much
take-out, alright!?" and a small, very simple drawing of Present Mic giving a
thumbs up. Midoriya read the note and swallowed thickly.
"Are you sure I should eat this? It seems like it was meant for you."
"I can't eat such obnoxious things", Aizawa replied. Midoriya laughed.
Aizawa went into the other door and returned fully clothed. Midoriya stayed in
the kitchen, figuring he shoud wait to eat. Someone knocked on the door and
Mdioriya ducked down behind the counter, terrified. Aizawa answered the door
and paid for his food, without giving the slightest hint anything was out of
the ordinary. They sat the small kitchen table.
"I wasn't really expecting you to show up on your own. Next time, let's talk it
over", Aizawa said. He didn't sound reprimanding.
"Of course, senseii", Midoriya spoke formally. Even though Aizawa said he
didn't have to, he often did out of habit. Nevermind the fact that Aizawa
seemed to like it.
They had lunch together. Mdioriya could hardly believe it. Mic's bento was
really good! But he also could hardly believe he was doing something so classic
as eating lunch with someone he liked. What was he, a maiden? It was like
getting a stray cat to warm up to you. While he was here, Midoriya figured
there was no better time or place to ask about something that had been on his
mind of a while. Something very far from the domestic scenario he was in right
now.
"Senseii?"
"Hm?"
"Since the exams, I've been thinking a lot about, er, how you restrained
Todoroki", Midoriya said, "I watched your match and I realized that your weapon
has lots of....uses. Some that could be good outside of combat."
Midoriya watched his match with todoroki and Yaoyorozu, and when he saw how
quickly and effectively Aizawa strung Todoroki up his heart beat faster. For a
moment, he stopped thinking about combat and quirks, and strategy. Midoriya
launched into some research that evening and ended up discovering lots of
articles on shibari.
"Could you do it to me too?", Midoriya asked quickly, his face red.
Aizawa raised his eyebrows and grinned toothfully.
"I was wondering when you'd ask."
Chapter End Notes
     Oh, Midoriya, how inconsistent. You want to do tame things, and then
     you go and bring this up.
     I guess the inconsistency is my fault. But if it doesn't get like
     this, then it's almost like there's nothing going on. Why?
     I can't write a romantic Aizawa. I can't.
End Notes
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