➶bnha || oneshots + lemons

yuga aoyama || stares

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slight nsfw warning

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Yuga Aoyama wasn't the type to form crushes on people. And since he was gay, he expected to be rejected by all of the boys in his class since they had either shown no signs of liking him or had already announced they were straight as a board. Anywho, Yuga had placed his foot down a while ago and declared to himself that high school wasn't the time to go looking for a romantic relationship, especially if there wasn't anyone to be his partner.

Well, until now, in his second year, when you had taken the spotlight. No longer was he the sparkling, twinkling star of the show, no. It was you. You didn't have glittery clothing or sparkly armour for your hero costume, or shiny big eyes that glowed in the sunlight like he did, but you had everything he wished he had.

A bright, shining smile, the cutest laugh, a great sense of humor, and no fear at all. Yuga swore he could see a halo atop your head every time you walked into class, but the only thing he could do was stare instead of getting a taste of what he so desperately wanted now that he'd formed a crush that he swore he wouldn't.

Well, that was a lie, he could do a bit more than just stare. He also had an imagination, and sometimes it wandered. What if he did confess to you? What if he told you everything he had been thinking for the last few months, about you and him, if you were a couple...what would you do if you found out about his crush on you? Those questions were regular ones of his, but while he sat at his desk admiring you from afar, the only thing Yuga was questioning was if what he was thinking was too dirty or not. This became a common theme.

Watching you toy with your pencil across the classroom from him with your shoulders slightly slouched and your hair a mess like usual was enough to get Yuga's imagination flowing, he never could pinpoint a time he would stop thinking like this, but he had a hunch that once he confessed to you, his pervish thoughts might lessen.

If  you reciprocated his feelings, that is.

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Your tired shoulders and slumped posture after training one day caught Yuga's attention, his gaze set on your expression as you laughed with Kirishima across the training field about some mistake in a porn mag. Yet another red flag. Just what would a gay guy do with a bunch of hot women on a piece of paper? Make a collage? Fat chance, Yuga thought.

Soon after the class had taken their usual 5-minute break after training, Aizawa announced it was time to go back to the school to shower and get changed for lunch. Yuga took this opportunity to plant himself right next to your stall in the change room, placing his towel on a bench in front of the showers like the others as he turned the tap and let his mind go free as the warm water soothed his skin.

He couldn't help but think if that heavily frosted and tinted glass separating you two was clear what kind of things he'd see, watching your faint figure move carelessly under the stream of lukewarm water. He shrugged that thought off though, he didn't want to stoop to Mineta's level this early in the game.

He let out a shaky sigh at his own behaviour, trembling a bit and losing his composure in secret. It wasn't so bad that you couldn't see him now, after all...he always got nervous around you. He couldn't help it, though, even all the girls in your class swooned over you constantly, but you always rejected them unknowingly to Yuga.

Yuga began humming to calm himself down a bit, a favourite french tune of his sounding throughout the change room. No one was bothered by it except Bakugou, really, as it was soothing, to say the least. But you couldn't help but listen more attentively, closing your eyes while you rinsed out the shampoo in your hair.

The sparkling hero swore he could hear the faintest humming sound coming from beside him as he continued to sing, but quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he heard shower curtains being opened around him. Deciding to join the rest of the boys, he finished up his shower and changed, ready to finally indulge in some 'blanquette de veau' for lunch.

-

"Hey, Aoyama! Wanna come to my dorm and help me with English? Momo was going to help me study tonight, but she cancelled all of a sudden. Sorry for the short notice!" You shouted to Yuga as he made his way to the dorms after school was over, watching him turn around with his usual look of sparkling dissatisfaction.

You quickly caught up to him while he stood and waited for you. "So, wanna help a guy out?" You chuckled nervously, hands on your knees while you caught your breath. You were fit, but your stamina wasn't the best when it came to rushing around campus.

He simply 'hmphed', a sparkle appearing beside his face. You took that as a yes, following him up to his room after passing some of your classmates in the common room, Momo visibly tutoring Mina and Denki instead of you.

"Wow, I knew your room was supposedly glittery...but this, this is something else!" You shouted, astonished at the design of his room while Yuga tried desperately to conceal his blush from your compliment, setting his bag down beside his desk.

"It's nothing special, monsieur, I just have a fine taste in everything is all." Yuga kept up his composure more steadily than he thought he would- though internally, he was dying. You had only just entered his room, and he was already beginning to grow nervous.

"English, is that correct? What is it, grammar, spelling, sentence structure?" Yuga questioned, wanting this little 'study session' to be over in as little time as possible. He didn't have time for worthless study dates that probably meant nothing to you, but while he wanted to just shove you out the door and say no to your request, he couldn't help but want to teach you everything at the same time.

"Well, you might not have learned this before, but could I still ask you to teach me it?" You hopped onto his bed, tossing your bag to the side, awaiting his answer with puppy eyes. Yuga blushed just the slightest bit before turning away and shuffling some mirrors around on his desk, trying to make space for the two of you to sit and work.

"I doubt I haven't learned anything you don't know in English. I get top marks in that subject, you know." Yuga huffed, worried you hadn't noticed one of his top qualities. After all, the rest of the class practically worshipped him as the 'English God'.

"No, no, I know how good you are at it, that's why I came to you! I was wondering if...you could teach me how to talk dirty to someone?" Your tone shifted a bit, and yuga couldn't help but widen his eyes and quirk a brow at your suggestion. Dirty talk? In English? What kind of witchcraft did you come to him for?

"Sorry if you don't want to, Yuga, I just thought...since you stare a lot..." Your eyes met his as he whipped around to face you, your seductive glare hinting at your knowledge of his 'discreet' peeking more than once in a while.

"How..?" Yuga started, and you laughed, holding your stomach and wiping a tear out of the corner of your eye.

"Oh, Yuga, I've got all the girls keeping eyes on you, it may seem a bit weird, but after the first couple times, I just couldn't help but get my friends to keep a tally on how many times you look at me a day. It's not hard to see that you like me, you know." You explained to him, sighing when your laughing died down.

"Does that mean that you like me, also?" He wondered, hope in his eyes.

"Of course, dummy! I wouldn't plan this whole study date for no reason, y'know. Now come on, we don't have all day, Yuga." You winked at him, patting the side of the bed beside you.

He huffed, taking a deep breath and stretching before walking over to you and slipping in between your legs, sitting down.

"Fine, you impatient little king. Lay down for me, s'il vous plaît." Yuga scoffed, rolling his eyes at your lack of patience.

You were a force to be reckoned with, and he suddenly remembered his promise not to ever form a crush on someone in high school, a promise he, fortunately, did not keep.

At least he knew now that all that staring had finally paid off.