It happened on a rainy Thursday.
You stayed late, finishing notes in the classroom after everyone left. Aizawa was still there, grading papers in the corner. The only sound was thunder.
You stretched your sore neck, groaning softly.
"Still here?" he asked without looking up.
"Just finishing work."
His eyes flicked to your form, lingering on the way your wet school shirt clung to your chest.
"Don't strain yourself."
You smirked. "You saying I need rest, Sensei?"
"I'm saying I don't want you useless in training tomorrow."
You stood, walking toward him, slow. Deliberate. The storm cracked louder outside.
"What if I like it when you go hard on me?" you murmured.
His eyes darkened instantly. "Y/N—"
"You push me every morning. Touch me. Watch me. Don't pretend this is just teaching anymore."
He stood. The space between you vanished.
"I'm your teacher," he said lowly.
"And I'm legal," you shot back. "And I want you."
The silence burned. His chest rose and fell faster.
Then—
His hand gripped your jaw. Firm. But not rough.
"You don't know what you're asking for," he rasped.
"I do," you whispered. "I've known since the first time you pinned me to the mat."
That did it.
His lips crashed into yours.
It was wildfire. Desperate. Starving. His mouth claimed yours like punishment. Like a sin he'd been dying to commit. You moaned into him, clutching his shirt, dragging him closer.
He pushed you against the desk, hand slipping under your skirt.
"Tell me to stop," he growled.
"I won't."
Then he stopped asking.
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Shadows between the lines (Aizawa X student reader
FanfictionYou were just another student at U.A.-until he looked at you differently. Eraserhead was supposed to be off-limits, but late nights, stolen glances, and shared secrets made that impossible. The tension is electric, the rules are strict, and the desi...
