He saw you laughing in the quad the next afternoon.
With Hawks.
Casual. Light.
Too familiar.
And something inside Aizawa snapped.
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He stormed into your room after curfew.
Didn't knock. Didn't speak.
You looked up from your desk and froze.
He shut the door behind him. Locked it.
"Shouta—"
"You think this is a game?"
"What?"
"You think you can flirt with Pro Heroes in public while I'm deciding whether or not to give up my career for you?"
Your mouth parted. "You saw that—?"
"I saw everything. I felt you pull away. I felt you start to doubt me."
You backed up.
He advanced.
"You think I'll just walk out quietly? Let someone else touch you? Own you?"
"Shouta, I wasn't—"
"Tell me you're mine."
"Of course I—"
"Tell me. Now."
You whispered, "I'm yours."
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[SMUT]
He grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you brutally, teeth dragging your lip, tongue aggressive and hot.
Then he turned you around, bent you over your desk, yanked your leggings down to your thighs.
"You want to tease me in public?" he growled into your ear. "Fine. But you come home to me."
He pushed inside you with one hard thrust—no prep, no warning.
You screamed.
And he groaned at the sound.
"You love this," he hissed, slamming into you. "Love knowing you drive me insane."
You choked out, "Yes—fuck—yes—"
He fisted your hair, yanked your head back, and fucked you harder—ruthless, possessive, desperate.
"Say it again."
"I'm yours—"
"Louder."
"I'm fucking yours!"
He cursed. "That's right. Mine to ruin. Mine to keep."
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He bent over you, biting your shoulder as he came inside you, hips jerking with each pulse.
You were sobbing by then—pleasure-drunk, split wide open.
He didn't pull out.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, still inside you, breath hot against your spine.
And whispered:
"I'm not leaving."
You turned your head, eyes wet.
"What?"
"I don't care what they offer. I'm not going anywhere without you."
You broke.
Turned in his arms.
And kissed him like you'd never let him go.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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