After listening to Aizawa finish up his itinerary, you waited for the students to be dismissed then approached him.
“Uh… so,” you fumbled, awkwardly trying to make a little small talk to see if he was going to enjoy the hot spring after making the students run through the bush, “Yaoyorozu just informed me that there is a separate bath for the teachers to use so that we don’t have to share with the students.” You added a little ‘amazing, huh’ type laugh on the end… and unfortunately added to the awkwardness.
Aizawa just looked at you blankly, his ‘done’ stare making you feel even more stupid about your sentence than you had before.
“We need someone to oversee the finish line,” he stated, completely ignoring your comment.
There was complete 5 seconds of silence before you decided to abandon your initial train of thought and roll with what he was talking about
“Ok. yep, sure.” you said with a small resigned sigh, “where’s the end going to be?”
“I’ll show you.” he said, turning and walking to the door, expecting you to just follow.
“Ok sure, thanks,” you thought as you followed him out, “I actually wanted to find out if we’d both be naked in the same pool together but whatever. Oh my god, what is wrong with me, why has my mind suddenly gone south since arriving here?! need to visit the shrine on the way home. Cleanse my mind.”
Silently you followed him out the the edge of the woods where a well kept track started and he stopped there.
“This will be the ending. I will take the students to the other end of the track and start them there so that you don’t have to move anywhere.”
Your heart squeezed at his deadpan thoughtfulness.
“I bought walkie-talkies so we can communicate during the exercise,” he stated matterof-factly, “wait here while I get them.”
Still without saying a word you nodded and watched him leave. sighing shortly as you looked up into the sky.
“Well It looks like I won’t be getting much closer to him then.” Your eyes wandered along the sky line then scanned the horizon, noticing clouds building in the distance. “Hmm, Iida did mention something about a storm.”
A half hour later and everything was set.
Aizawa had given you the walkie-talkie then taken the students off to the starling point of the run, leaving you there to wait on your own.
You didn’t mind though you were quite happy to stand and think about nothing.
It was while you stood there idly, holding the walkle-talkie in hand, that you got a sudden itch on your face and raised your hand up to use one of your fingers to scratch your temple right when Aizawa wanted to contact you to tell you he had sent the first student through.
‘Y/N,” his raspy voice crackled through the small transmitter that was pressed to your ear as you itched your face.
You nearly dropped the handheld with surprise, suddenly feeling very hot in the face at the sexiness in his voice.
“Yeah,” you replied quickly, pushing the talk button on the side so you could send him a message back.
“Ready?” he asked again in his deep voice.
“Oh my fucking god. Ready? Read to what? Cream myself? Because, oh god, Aizawa… your voice sounds so low on this thing. It sounds like it has dropped right down and hit me in the cervix.”
You cleared your throat to reply.
“Yeah, ready.” you replied calmly. despite your internal monologue being the exact opposite of calm.
“Good, Bakugou is coming through first.” he stated in that sexy tone, making you bite your bottom lip and roll your eyes up.
You heard a loud boom in the distance and shook your head.
“I can hear him already,” you said into the talkie. “won’t be long till he crosses the finish line.”
“The students will be coming through one by one, then I’ll come last.”
Just the way he said those last four words sent you reeling and you had to put the walkie-talkie way down so that he didn’t hear the small groan that escaped your throat.
“Y/N, what the actual fuck is wrong with you? You’re acting like a horny teenager,” you berated yourself, raising the radio to your mouth, “I’ll be here” you replied in a cheery manner, covering for your mind that was sitting in the gutter playing with itself.
One by one the students came though and finished, sweat pouring off most of them as apparently the run had been quite undulating.
“I’m convinced Aizawa hates us; Jirou wheezed as she dragged herself across the finish line.
“It wasn’t that bad,” Kaminari cajoled, his clothes clinging to him with sweat.
“You literally said ‘god doesn’t exist and life is meaningless’ not even 100m into the run,” she deadpanned at him.
“Ay, cut me some slack, I’m trying to look cool here,’ he hissed at Jirou, before straightening and running one hand through his golden hair then giving you a wink and finger guns.
If you hadn’t been a teacher on duty then you probably would have let him see you laugh but, trying to maintain professionality, you decided to look away before cracking a smile.
“Ok, everyone,” You called the student’s attention to yourself once they had all arrived. “You may now go and enjoy the hot springs.”
Sighs of relief and shouts of praise rose from the group as they herded together and left for the bathhouse.
‘Now for Aizawa to appear,” you thought raising the walkie-talkie to your lips to ask how he was going as you turned around to look down the track.
You didn’t even get a chance to press the button in before jumping back violently when you saw he was standing right behind you.
“Aizawa,” you screeched, clutching your chest with fright, “don’t sneak up on me like that, you scared the life out of me.”
Aizawa, who was staring at you with his usual neutral face, tilted his head to the side then answered, “you were wide open. I could have easily wrapped my binds around you.”
A small devious smirk pulled at the corner of his lips.
His comment, although inherently innocent, really hit you in the coochle because of where your mind had been at ever since you got to the bathhouse and it took all your powers to hold your composure.
“Don’t retort, don’t retort, don’t retort.” you chanted internally, “so, now that you’re back are we going to go to the bath?’ you asked, “wait!’ You suddenly cut into your own sentence. “That sounded so bad. Sorry…”
“Is it a shared one?” he asked bluntly.
“That would be inappropriate, wouldn’t it? If the students saw us enter and leave together.”
Your heart sank.
“Oh! Yeah of course, sorry I meant ‘are you going’? Because I’ll wait till you’re done then go in.” You lied.
“I’ll use my cabin en-suite,” he replied, “you go and enjoy the hot spring.”
“Oh. Thanks,” you replied with a giant fake smile, “that’s kind of you… I will.”