My Hero Academia: Aspirations

Chapter 29

Aspirations
Chapter 29

"How are the kids doing?"

Aizawa looked up from his desk in the teachers' lounge. You leaned back against the side of the desk, turning your torso to look at him. When you did you could practically see the stress rolling off of him in waves. You pushed yourself away from the desk to stand behind him. Before he even had a chance to answer your original question, you were rubbing some of the knotted up muscles in his neck.

"I'm not a therapist but if you want to unload, I can still listen," you leaned down and whispered into his ear.

You could do more than play therapist. 

A small sound of acknowledgement left his throat. You felt when he gently pulled your hand around to his jaw and just held it there as though the heat of yours and his combined hand was the best stress relief in the world. Gently as he let out a deep breath, you used your free hand to massage the underside of his jaw and around his ear on the other side.

"They're doing fine," he finally mumbled.

As he spoke you could feel his unshaven whiskers brushing up against your fingers. You did your best not to wiggle or giggle under such a tickling sensation. You slowly moved your free hand down to his neck to knead there, trying to make the connection area less tense. You had tried to move your other hand but Aizawa seemed really content with it splashed out over his jaw and lower cheek.

"They've set up the call center and patrol times. Nabu island is giving them experience with the mundane chores that beginning heroes are expected to take up."

"In other words, Bakugou hates it there," you said with an amused smile.

"Hm," Aizawa made a sound of agreement.

Once you'd relaxed the back of his neck as best you could with one hand, you gently slid your hand around towards his upper pectoral muscles. You stopped when you heard him take in a sharper breath but when he gave no indication to stop, you continued moving your hand under the V neck of his shirt. Though when you felt his lips on the tips of your finders, you froze in place. He  brushed his lips against your fingertips once more before moving towards the palm. You felt him actually kiss there; no way to mistake that as an accident. You weren't really sure what to do other than stand there with a rising flush spreading out over your face.

"Keep going."

You shifted for a moment, confused over the whole situation. You moved in closer so that you had more slack. Tentatively you started massaging the rest of his chest. Your own was dangerously close to becoming a set of pillows for the man in front of you. That became a reality when Aizawa let go of your hand and leaned his head back against you with his eyes closed.

He didn't say anything else as you pulled the tension out of his body. Though when you started to withdraw, Aizawa grabbed your wrists. He opened a single eye as he turned around in the chair. At which point there was no way to disguise the blush that had taken over your face. He said nothing about it as he placed his forehead against your lower chest and moved your hands back onto his neck once more. Through the embarrassment and decidedly not school appropriate tension, you managed to keep massaging. Though as you felt him cautiously moving his hands up your covered legs, spreading shivers, you had the sudden realization that you might not be standing up for long.

"Hey if you're giving out massages in the lounge, sign me up!"

The silence was broken when you heard President Mic call out. You quickly pulled your hands away and backed up a half step. Though you noticed that Aizawa was a lot slower to move his hands away. In fact you actually felt him grip at the fabric on your hips before he dropped his hands. You took a deep breath, squeezing your eyes closed, before nodding. It was more to yourself as though that action would help restart your brain.