It started with a note.
No name.
Just four words:
You took my place.
You recognized the handwriting.
Emiko Kurasawa.
She hadn't let it go.
And now she was back—training at an off-site Hero course. Still bitter. Still brilliant. Still dangerous.
She challenged your upcoming mission placement. Said she'd be taking it instead.
And if you had a problem?
You could fight her for it.
⸻
Aizawa found you in the gym that night.
Throwing punches at a bag like it could bleed.
He didn't ask.
He just stepped behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you back against his chest.
"You're shaking," he murmured.
"She's back."
"I know."
"I want to destroy her."
"I'll help you."
You turned, breath heavy, eyes wet. "No. You'll fuck me until I forget."
He blinked once.
Then darkened.
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[SMUT]
He slammed you into the wall of the empty locker room.
Mouth on your throat, hands up your shirt, breath like fire.
"You want to forget?" he growled. "Or you want to own this?"
"Both."
He yanked your sports bra up, took one nipple in his mouth and bit down, hard enough to make you gasp.
"I'll remind you who you are," he said, "and why no one — no one — takes what's yours."
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He dropped to his knees and spread your legs on the bench.
"You're going to sit here and let me make you come until you can't speak her name."
You didn't last a minute.
His tongue was punishing, focused, pulling climax after climax from your twitching, overstimulated body as he whispered:
"You're perfect."
"This is mine."
"They'll never match this."
"You're the strongest woman I've ever touched."
You begged him for more.
And he gave it.
Bent you over the bench. Fucked you hard, deep, filthy—one hand in your hair, the other on your clit.
You came screaming his name, body shaking as he spilled inside you, growling, "You're unfuckingtouchable."
⸻
After, you lay on the floor in his arms, sweat cooling, breath tangled.
And he whispered:
"Let her come for you. You've already won."
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Shadows between the lines (Aizawa X student reader
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