It started with a look.
At the end of patrol rotation, tucked inside the west wing training locker room, long after the building had cleared out.
You were sweaty.
Tense.
He leaned against the wall, watching you drink from your water bottle, his eyes dark.
"Get over here," he murmured.
You blinked.
"Right now."
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You walked over.
He didn't wait.
Just spun you around, pressed you against the cold tile wall, hands slipping under your waistband.
"You think I'm letting them take this away?" he growled in your ear. "You think I care who sees?"
He yanked your pants down.
"Shouta—"
"No talking."
He dropped to his knees and spread your thighs open, tongue dragging over your heat before you could even gasp.
You almost collapsed.
He devoured you—fast, wet, reckless—growling as he licked, his nails digging into your ass.
You came in under a minute—shaking, mouth covered by your hand to stay silent.
He stood up, unzipped, and pushed inside you from behind with a rough, punishing thrust.
"So tight," he grunted. "You fucking love this."
You sobbed, face pressed to the wall.
"Anyone could walk in," you whispered.
He grabbed your throat and thrust deeper. "Then they'll see who you belong to."
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He finished hard inside you, hand locked over your mouth, body trembling against yours.
You stayed like that for a minute—
Until you heard voices outside the door.
And you both froze.
Aizawa leaned in, kissed your shoulder, and whispered:
"Let them guess."
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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...
