Cat-nip || Aizawa x Neko reader Tickles~♡||

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She spun him around in the chair a couple rounds before he brought his hands down on his desk in evident agitation. "Or this is just another excuse to bother me. I'll be adding to your laps if this keeps up." He shot back. He tried to look at all his students the same, but (L/n) was just; different. Everyone in class made fun of her for having a hopeless crush on the homeroom teacher of all people, however no one would've thought she was being genuine with this statement. Everyone knew about it though, at least everyone except him because of course he'd be that dense. 

"Well, I mostly just had a few lingering questions about the hero work-studies program--" 

"--why didn't you ask me during class?" He retorted, his gaze falling back to the stack of papers on his desk. Then he realized his pen was missing. "Well mostly because mine is a tad bit personal." 

"You see my dad wants me to join the union affairs office, but I want something a little more. You know, attention seeking and all~♡" she rambled on whilst he felt around the stack of papers, and searched underneath them in confusion. His eyes drop to the floor; more specifically (L/n) who'd somehow managed to sneak under his desk, peering up at him between his legs. 

They made brief eye contact; silently blinking a few times so that he could actually confirm what he was seeing. "Looking for something?" He almost jumps back, glaring vicious daggers down at her. "What's wrong with you?! If you're here to waste my time, LEAVE!" 

"It's more or less the other way around since you were just blatantly ignoring me." She climbed up his body like a tree, and his heart began to race. It had only been a few minutes; yet he could already feel a migraine coming on. This girl was seriously grating his nerves. 

"As I was saying--I would like a chance at being the next R-rated hero, however Mineta is working with midnight, and you know how irritating that perv is." 

"You're not gonna get anywhere in life being that damn picky-" he pointed out. He jabs her forehead with his index finger before forcing her back out of his personal space. She giggled and plopped right on his desk. He gritted his teeth, at the sight of his papers being shoved into the floor. "Nah I've got a better idea." She waved her hand dismissively. 

"I think I'd like to train under you instead, or maybe you could allow me to train through your agency. I mean, you're obviously not going to be all that busy." He pursed his lips, glancing from her to the stack of papers on the floor. "How very perceptive of you." He deadpanned; his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I know right? I can see right through that sexy pale skin of yours~♡" his eyes jolted slightly wider, and he rolled his chair back in his efforts to evade her creepy touch. "Why would you actually want that?" He narrowed his eyes, 

"You know I'll just put you through hell the same way I do in class--it won't really be any different from what you've already experienced." She sneers at this. 

"You never see me complaining. In fact, listening to those wretched lower ranking students suffer during training happens to be a real turn on, no?" He looks her over in befuddlement as she carries on. If that was the case then why did she want to become a hero to begin with?

"But seriously, I've always admired you as a hero. I need someone who will give me the attention I deserve in place of publicity. For a while I liked the idea of being the main attraction, but lately I've realised being a hero isn't about that. I just wanna help people." He looked back at her with genuine curiosity. It had been a while since he'd encountered a student like her. His curiosity definitely peaked.

"Plus, I find the look of pure loathing on your face when I'm around rather intriguing. I would just love to see more of this face sensei~" the way she always blushed when she called him that, it made him feel strange, and uneasy. He didn't necessarily hate it, but he didn't like it either.