My Hero [ Aizawa Shouta x Reader ]

Chapter 17: Our Prologue

** Aizawa's POV **

When the voices decrescendoed and her being was long gone, I staggered my way to the nearest wall, to recollect myself. While panting, I slammed myself against the wall, shoulders heaved rhythmically along with my chest. At this point, its a miracle that i'm even alive after what just happened.

'I never thought i could keep my composure that well...'

The weight of gravity pulled my body as i slid down the wall, still gasping. Even breathing was strenuous for me. I tugged my tie and loosened the buttons of my shirt to cool myself but it was futile when my head was overflowing with the thoughts of her. It was as if her presence had bewitch me and drive me mad. But how can one not be when they're trapped with a half naked woman?

'Woman?.. do i really see her that way?'

I vigorously shook my head. It was improper of me to have such sentiments towards someone younger than me, towards my student.

I paused momentarily and frowned at the term.

'My student..huh? It's weird to even call her that,'

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**Todoroki's POV**

The two of us sat silently on top of the wooden desks across the opened window of the classroom. It was a tranquil night. Suffice to say, no words were needed, only peace. I didn't want to trample on her feelings so i waited. I waited till she was okay again. It continued for the next half an hour or so when she finally let out a sigh.

"Thank you for being here," she clutched the hem of her skirt in her palms. This time she looked more composed.

I shifted my gaze towards the shining moon, before bracing myself to ask a question. Even though deep down i already knew what the answer was going to be, i wanted to hear it for myself. From her own mouth.

"Do you like him that much?" I asked blatantly.

From the side of my eyes, I noticed her head spun around in a swift.

"About sensei...do you like him that much?" I repeated, this time making sure i look at her in the eye.

Her wide eyes wavered under the moonlight with her lips partly open. Though it was dark, her vermilion face glowed evidently from the sudden question. Our eyes remained fixated on each other but they both hold different emotions. In her eyes, there were melancholy and sorrow for the person she loves. But in my eyes, it was filled with love for the girl before me.

She broke the gaze by averting her eyes away in discomfort.

"I do," she said with a voice that was barely audible.

Even though i expected it, i still wasn't ready. Part of me had hope for her to say the contrary but seeing her like this, there was no way she could ever back out from her feelings.

A stinging pain seeped through my heart. It was an emotion so rare that I wasn't so sure of the right term to describe it. Was i sad? mad? or perhaps... envious?

"I see," was all I could afford to say.

Beyond the window, the sounds of chatter intensified. The commotion reminded me about the firework display that was about to start. I took in a deep breath before reminding myself of the real reason why i wanted to meet her.