As you walked into the staff room you crossed paths with Aizawa.
“I’m surprised you said yes to the fashion show,” you remarked to him.
“Well… I didn’t think it would be something you would be interested in participating in?” you mused.
“So I don’t fit the box you’ve put me in” he said back in a deadpan voice, “maybe you should expect the unexpected.”
And with that he passed you and left, leaving you very confused.
“What the fuck was that? What kind of a riddle was that?”
You stood there for a second staring at his back as he left, before shrugging and walking to your desk to get your whistle.
As you reached into your drawer you saw a note on the top of your desk, half hidden under some things.
“Meet me in the classroom after school,” the note read.
“Who wrote this? Aizawa? Am I in trouble?”
You sighed and grabbed your whistle then took the note and put it in your pocket. “No point worrying about it, best I do my job then deal with him later.” You turned and walked out- heading down to the training field.
Although you told yourself you wouldn’t think about Aizawa and his note, you found your mind constantly walking to the door that you had put that thought in and poking its head through occasionally, just to make sure the worry was still there.
“Fucking, FOCUS, Y/N,” you growled internally to yourself, your brows furrowing with annoyance.
“Am I not doing it right?” Kaminari asked in a meek voice from where he was sitting near your feet.
You pulled your attention to him then quickly let your face relax, not realizing that you had been frowning at him for the last 10 minutes.
“You’re fine,” you said hurriedly, “sorry I was just thinking about something else. Your form is good, keep going.”
You now had the students doing sit ups between laps and they were all holding up quite well.
“How much longer do we have to do this?’ He wheezed, “I’m about to die.”
“Stop being so dramatic, that’s Aoyama’s job,” Jirou panted from beside him.
“Oui,” Aoyama wheezed from the back.
You glanced at your watch and saw that it was close enough to the end of class for them to stop.
“Ok. Done,” you said, “get up and walk the last lap to cool down then go and change, well done today.”
You gave them a small clap and they got up and dragged themselves the last lap around.
“Ugh, not long now before the big talk with Aizawa.” Your face fell again.
As the students returned to you, you sent them off to go and get changed then went back to the staff room to put your whistle away.
“Did you get my note?” Aizawa asked in a low tone as he approached your desk.
Am I in trouble?” you asked, looking at the desk and not at him.
“Far from it,” he replied bluntly before walking off.
A relieved smile spread across your face and you relaxed then picked up your books and followed shortly after him to the classroom for the final two classes.
You must have watched the clock the whole lesson because you don’t even remember seeing anything else, and finally the bell rang, ending the class for that day.
“Dismissed,” Aizawa stated bluntly to his students, crossing his arms across his chest as they got up and left.
You waited till they had all gone then walked to the front of the room.
“You wanted to see me?” you asked.
His bloodshot eyes calmly traced your face, lingering on your lips before coming back up to your eyes and self consciously you bit your bottom lip and sucked on it coyly.
“Come closer,” he beckoned in bland casualness.
You glanced around then stepped closer and he uncrossed his arms.
“If I didn’t fear getting caught I’d have you bent over the desk right now,” he stated, his voice so low and raspy it made your breath hitch in your throat.
“Tension is running high,” you mused with a coy eyebrow quirk, “I thought you had discarded me.”
“Don’t take my lack of vocal affirmation as a sign of disinterest,” he stated, “I’m at work I need to maintain my professionalism.”
“Understandable,” you replied, “so why have you asked me to stay back then if you’re not going to act on your desires?”
“Who says I’m not going to act on them?” he asked as he reached out and took your hand in his then pulled your body against his, walking backwards until he was up against the wall- in a spot where people wouldn’t immediately see if they walked past the room.
You looked up into his eyes, reaching your hand to his chin and jaw then letting your fingertips slide along the sparse stubble that was there.
As you touched him you heard him inhale sharply through his nose, nostrils flaring as he continued to look down at your face.
“Be careful how you touch me,” he said lowly, “I only have so much self control.”
You ignored his warning and lifted yourself up on tip toes, your lips parting as they neared his, pausing as you held just off his mouth and closed your eyes.
In an instant his lips were on yours and your positions had switched, your back being pressed heavily into the wall behind you as he pinned you there with one of his legs between yours.
You felt his scarf levitate a little, then it snaked down and around your wrists and bound them together quickly.
“What I want to do to you right now… is definitely not for young audiences and I wouldn’t want anyone walking in on us.” he uttered, running his lips down your jawline to your neck then pulling back and removing his scarf binds from your wrists, then turning and walking off with his hands in his pockets.
You stood there, breathlessly, watching him go.
“That’s it?” you groaned internally, “he’s so mean. I wanted so much more than that.”
After taking your time to collect yourself, you pushed off the wall and walked to the door, leaving for the day.
Once at home, Granny popped into your mind and you rang her and propped the phone up on the kitchen backboard and put her on loudspeaker as you made a cup of tea.
“Hello, honey! I though you had forgotten my number,” she teased, “I haven’t heard from you since the affair with your boss.”
“Affair with my boss?!,” you spluttered, “I… no, uh, it’s not an aff— well, I mean, he’s not married, so—.”
“Oh! Sorry that was my friend, Lola!” she cackled, “I’m sorry, dear! Wrong person!”
“N-No, it’s ok, but I do need to talk to someone about my boss… I seem to be in a bit of a mess…”