My Hero [ Aizawa Shouta x Reader ]

Chapter 15: Craving You

When the door slid open, you could feel the last few veins ripping itself out from your heart, dropping it. This was the only time you wished you had Hagakure's quirk.

The door came to a stop to reveal a boy, or rather a man, devoid of emotion. His dead eyes fixated on you, still remaining its stoic expression.

"S-SENSEI?!"

"..."

Again, there was no reaction.

"W-WHA-" you gasped and hastily used your other clothes to cover your bare skin.

As you were panicking, you heard the sound of footsteps and chattering gradually increasing. It was heading right towards the classroom. If they saw you and Aizawa, it'd be the end of your life and Aizawa's career.

It took him awhile to process what was happening before he could snap back into reality and react immediately. Unlike you who was still dazed, Aizawa managed to break free from his frozen spot, swiftly grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the nearest locker.

It was a long single tier locker that could barely contain two people. You had to enter sideways in order to fit in which resulted in both backs against each side of the metal walls. There was little to no space between you and Aizawa. You glanced at him,noticing how he had his head facing upwards instead of towards you. He knew his mouth would collide with your head if he had face front. On top of that, your chest was practically touching his. It was impossible for him to look down, especially with your current exposed condition.

'It's not like its his first time seeing me in my undergarments,' you mentally sighed.

Seconds later, a wave of students flooded the room to take their personal belongings. The little opening you had allowed you to see the surroundings, but each time you moved, your chest would graze along his body making him jerk instinctively.

"O-oi, don't move," he whispered in annoyance but with a tinge of fluster.

"Sorry..."

In fear of getting scolded again, you held your breath, but the longer it got, the more light-headed you became. Unable to restrain, you cautiously and slowly  exhaled a cloud of vapour that reached his neck. 

What happened afterwards unveiled a shocking discovery of Aizawa's sensitivity. It was like seeing a new side of him that you never knew existed.

As soon as your hot breath landed on the side of his neck, Aizawa let out a sharp pant as he forcefully yanked back, shaking the locker and alarming one of the students.

Your head quickly turned to peer at him. The way he had his eyes tightly shut and his hair falling behind his shoulders to reveal his clammy bare neck. How he was desperately holding on to the walls like his life depended on it, as his head jerked back. He was trying so hard not to elicit a sound. This made your face transition into a blob of red tomato. Somehow this conjured a rather erotic scene in your head.

'I WANT TO TEASE HIM!'

"Hey, did you hear something?" someone asked.

"No. Why?"

"I thought i heard a moan or something,"

"HAHA. Did you watch too much porn? Must've been your imagination,"

"NO! I'm telling you that i heard it!"

"Yeah right, and i heard someone screamed 'HARDER,DADDY' " He laughed as the pair exited the classroom.

The tension soon disappeared as the both of you sank your shoulders in relief. However, there was still a couple of people outside.

'They sure are taking their own sweet time!'

Unconsciously, you let out another exhale and within seconds a hand came down at you to completely seal your mouth shut.

"It tickles!" He reprimanded in a low voice while glaring at you.

"Sorry" you mumbled under his palm.

His once cold eyes softened when he met yours. For a moment, the two of you were finally facing each other, while accepting each other's existence. A month has passed since the incident. And within that one month, a wall was built to segregate the two hearts from meeting. Every time you see him in the hallways, the two of you would walk past nonchalantly. To him it might have been nothing. But to you, it was heart-wrenching. The bitter taste in your mouth never failed to conjure just before crying. You hated that feeling of not being able to talk to him, feel him, touch him. The months worth of wonderful memories shattered right in front of your eyes like a fragile glass.

But right now, in this little box, you finally came face to face with the man you had always loved. It was a hopeless love that could never be reciprocated. A harsh reality.

Those grey orbs of his enticed you to hold him. You wanted to hold him. But can you?

Slowly, you inched forward, pressing your chest tightly against his. His hand that was still over your mouth was pushed against his lips. An indirect kiss that was separated by a flesh of skin.

The time passed slower than usual, and after what felt like an eternity, the classroom soon fell silent and your kiss came to an end. You backed away slightly, still staring deep into his eyes.

"what are you doing?" he asked, completely lacked of intonation. He was neither surprised nor annoyed.

"i'm trying to make you remember me, that's what i'm doing, Aizawa."

His brows pulled into a frown.

"Address your teacher properly, y/n" he sternly said.

"No,"

Somehow, all your fears whisked away and the urge to tease him overwhelmed you. It was as if the slutty y/n had possessed you. You were about to move next to his ear when he grabbed your shoulders, stopping you from going any further.

"That's enough,"

You halted in surprise. Aizawa took one last glance at you before exiting the locker, leaving you behind. It took you a while to comprehend the situation. And when you finally processed it, you made the ugliest cry ever.

"WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?"
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a short chapter because the next chapter is going to be about *drum roll* the half cold half hot sHOTOOOOO. i wanted to separate the chapter because i thought it'd be a mess to put it together.

but hey, hes making a move on you. so like 😗

have fun.