You should've been more careful.
You both knew the risks. You weren't idiots.
But when he pulled you into his office between class periods, kissed you until you couldn't breathe, and pushed you up onto his desk with your thighs spread and your skirt bunched at your hips...
You both stopped caring.
You were halfway to begging for it—his mouth on your neck, his hand slipping into your panties—when the door handle turned.
Aizawa froze.
You both scrambled. He yanked his scarf over you. You slid off the desk, fixing your uniform while your breath still shook in your chest.
The door opened.
Midnight stood there, arms crossed, one brow lifted. Mic stood behind her, wide-eyed.
"We were just..." you began.
"Don't," Aizawa cut in, cold and flat.
Midnight sighed. "You're both idiots."
Mic just rubbed the back of his neck. "We didn't see anything. Right, Nemuri?"
She smirked. "Not yet. But this better end before someone else does."
She shut the door behind her.
You exhaled, heart in your throat.
Aizawa leaned against the wall, hand over his face.
"Well," you whispered, "that was close."
He looked at you with a rare flicker of emotion.
"That was a fucking disaster."
But when you stepped into his space and kissed him again—he kissed you back.
Harder than before.
Because if you were going to go down for this...
You'd go down together.
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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...
