It wasn't Midnight who came for him first.
It was Present Mic.
You overheard them—through the glass door to the teachers' lounge after hours, when you'd forgotten your notebook in the training facility.
You weren't supposed to be there.
But there you stood, listening.
"I don't care how long you've known her," Mic hissed. "You're crossing a line, Shouta. One we don't recover from."
Aizawa didn't flinch.
"She's legal. She's not being manipulated. This isn't coercion."
"That doesn't matter. What matters is perception. What matters is the fucking law."
You heard Aizawa sigh.
Then: "I'd rather be fired than deny what I feel."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
You slipped away before they saw you.
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He didn't mention it that night.
But you could feel it.
The pressure. The weight.
He kissed you slow. Soft. Careful.
And then he wouldn't stop kissing you—your collarbone, your thighs, your stomach, your back, your neck—like memorizing you was the only way to survive the coming storm.
He made love to you for what felt like hours. Every touch was aching. Every thrust deeper than the last.
And when he came, voice cracked and breathless, he said it again:
"I'll go down for this."
You held his face in your palms and whispered, "Then I'll fall with you."
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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...
