In any case, it seems rude not to say hello to Present Mic-sensei, but unfortunately he's already positioned behind Tess's body, in total chaos mode, laughing and joking as if neither of them had ever heard of dignity.
He kisses her neck, licking her all over. His hands are already on her ample breasts, and Tess's eyes are already closed and her mouth open.
You, on the other hand, are stiff as a statuette. Your best friend is ahead of you, and you don't know what to do. Aizawa-sensei shifts, he's against the wall, in the dark, arms crossed and eyes half-closed, with his classic "I'm already tired of this evening" look.
Maybe I was wrong to come here and invite him, you think, as your gaze returns to Tess and Hizashi-sensei.
After a few minutes, however, Tess manages to free herself from the sensei's greedy grip and, with a gentle, demon-like smile, picks up a tray with pretzels and a few cocktails.
"Eri! Wake up! Come on, bring those bottles! You look like you need to do something concrete!"
"Huh? Me?" You stammer.
"Sure! Come on, come on…"
You pick up the tray with both hands, barely squeezing it. You feel completely out of place, unable to relax. Aizawa-sensei is gorgeous, he agreed to come, and you…you're missing out on the chance to have him and never let him go.
Good thing the tray isn't heavy at all! So there's only one problem: Aizawa-sensei is here, watching you from afar with that inscrutable look on his face. And that doesn't help at all.
You take a step. Then another. And… The carpet, and your heels, as usual, betray your existence.
You stumble, in front of everyone.
The fall would have been inevitable if not for a hand moving faster than your shame. One arm wraps around your waist, another catches your wrist. The tray still rattles, but luckily, it doesn't fall.
You remain suspended for a moment, unable to comprehend what's happening.
You just turn your eyes slightly to the side. Aizawa-sensei is too close. Too close. You feel his breath on your neck. You feel his eyes on your face. And his voice, lower and warmer than usual, caresses your ear.
"Hey, breathe. Nothing happened."
You look up. You almost faint.
The sensei's eyes are inches from yours, wider than normal, and your little peach is starting to throb much more, between your legs.
"...S-sensei…" You murmur.
He doesn't move, it seems like he wants to stay in that position all evening, next to you. Just the thought makes you blush even more, so you slowly try to free yourself from his hold, lifting yourself up. But he holds you even tighter, as if afraid you might fall again.
"You should be more careful," he says at last. His tone is stern, you realize, but his hands are incredibly gentle.
"I...I'm sorry," you stammer, unable to look away from his eyes and his scar.
"Don't apologize." His voice drops. "It happens."
But he doesn't let you go!
For a few seconds that feel suspended in time, he keeps holding you in his arms. It's only when Tess, behind you, lets out a mischievous whistle that the sensei snaps out of it and helps you straighten up, as if nothing had happened.
"Um…thanks," you whisper, clutching the tray with both hands. "It's just…with heels, I…"
Aizawa turns slightly, just enough for you to notice his left ear… red.
Very red.
Meanwhile, Tess and Hizashi-sensei waste no time. The moment you and Aizawa-sensei step apart, they burst into even more chaotic energy, laughing, singing, and kissing in the middle of the living room as if they were starring in a low-budget musical funded by… absolutely no one in particular.
He grabs her and pulls her close, his hands touching her buttocks.
"OH YEAH! Tess, look! It's our song!" Hizashi-sensei shouts, pressing play on the stereo.
The music explodes, loud. Very loud. Incredibly loud.
You instinctively put both hands over your ears as Tess approaches you, hugging you from behind as she shouts, "Sorry, sorry…we're a little…lively today…"
"A little?" Aizawa-sensei growls, rubbing his temples. "You're ruining our eardrums."
You look at him. It's no use, Aizawa-sensei can't hide his emotions. You read them on his face.
Present Mic laughs. "Ahh, Shouta, relax! We're among friends!"
"That's not a good reason."
Tess bursts out laughing and tackles Mic with zero shame. In seconds they're tangled up again...whispers, giggles, and the kind of affection that makes the whole room feel like an audience they didn't ask for. He collapses onto the couch with her perched on top, and their banter turns into a flurry of kisses and exaggerated theatrics. Tess laughs against his lips, throws her head back dramatically, and tells him to 'shut up' because apparently tonight she's going to behave… or so she claims.
Meanwhile, your ears feel like they're about to catch fire. It's all just too much. You can't make sense of anything. Chaos everywhere, noise, embarrassment piling up by the second. And Aizawa-sensei… he's right there beside you, steady and silent, the one fixed point in the middle of the storm.
He takes a step forward. Then another, with a long sigh. He heads toward the hallway, when suddenly he stops and looks at you.
"You're sick."
"Huh? No, I…"
"Don't lie," he says calmly. "You've been holding your breath ever since we came in."
You straighten your back. How does he always notice?
He takes a step toward you.
"Come."
"Where…?"
"Somewhere else."
Before you know it, he takes your wrist, casually and without hesitation, and leads you out of the room. Your heart is in your throat, your panties are sticky, your hands are shaking. You feel his large, warm hand lightly squeeze your wrist. And the contact is…incredibly reassuring. You walk down the corridor, finally away from the noise and chaos, until you reach a smaller, quiet, almost dark room.
Maybe it's Tess's room? You think, looking around. A soft, gentle light comes from the window, enough to see your sensei's calm expression.
Aizawa-sensei slowly closes the door behind you, then turns fully to face you. You swallow, your hands still trembling. The breath that had been ragged in the living room is now completely caught in your chest. He looks just as flustered, held back by his own embarrassment.
You're silent.
"It's better here," he says. "You can breathe."
You nod and lean against the wall to calm yourself. You put your hands over your face, as if trying to hide from the shame. Your wings have come out and are trembling a little, as if they have a life of their own.
He comes closer, too close. He stops a step away from you. Too close, close enough to make your panties even wetter. God, I'm so excited!
"You don't have to force yourself to be comfortable with everyone," he says, his voice low. "There's nothing wrong with wanting… a little silence."
Those words melt in your chest. You've been dreaming of a meeting like this for so long, outside of school, with him just a stone's throw away. That dream came true this very evening. You take your hands away from your face, looking away, trying to calm your heartbeat and hide the blush. You bite your lower lip when, with a slow movement, Aizawa-sensei lifts your chin with two fingers.
You gasp, your heart pounding. Your eyes narrow slightly, your legs bend inward.
"Eri..."
"...Yes?"
His eyes are dark, deep, attentive, and beautiful like never before. You think maybe this is the right time to say it… To tell him you wanted to lose your virginity with him, that he drives you crazy, that you've been in love with him for a long time… now there's no distance between you. There are no walls, you're alone.
"If it makes you feel bad, tell me." He murmurs.
Your legs buckle for a second. It doesn't sound like a confession, does it? The way he said it doesn't even sound romantic. It seems more subtle, but right now you don't know what to say.
He notices, for a moment, the trembling of your hands. And, with incredible ease, he takes you by the shoulders and pulls you closer to him. He hugs you, wrapping his strong arms around your body, caressing your head.
"Relax," he says. "I'm here."
That's exactly why your chest feels like it's about to burst, because he's here. So close. Your heart races, your mind spins, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. His hand brushes your hair, gentle, careful, and you can't help but notice the familiar scent he always wears… the one that makes your head spin every single time.
The room is quiet. Too quiet.
In the living room, you can still hear Tess and Mic-sensei's laughter, muffled by the closed door. In this room, however, between you and sensei...every sound seems amplified to the max. Every breath, both yours and his. The rapid beating of your heart, so loud it seems out of place. You've dreamed of this for so long. For so long. And now you're on cloud nine.
Aizawa-sensei doesn't move...just his hand, still stroking your hair. You don't know where to look, but he does: he's looking at you, with a strange attention, as if he wanted to burn you alive.
"You're still shaking," he murmurs again.
"I...I'm sorry...it's just..."
Your voice cracks, coming out in fits and starts, and you don't even know what to say. All you know is that you wish this hug would never end. Maybe you're losing control—and your sensei can tell.
You say that because he does something you never expected: he rests his forehead against yours, barely touching it. A very light touch... which is devastating for you. You hold your breath, unable to look him in the eyes. You've dreamed of this closeness for so long... and now it's actually happening!
"Is it better?" he asks.
You nod slightly, but it's not getting any better. The closer he gets, the more agitated you become. So it's best not to speak, since you don't trust your own voice. You stay like that, him leaning toward you, you wrapped in his arms and completely wet between your legs.
Instinctively, you raise a hand, very slowly, and grab onto his jacket. Why did I do that? You really don't know. Pure instinct. Maybe a need to keep him from leaving.
Aizawa looks at you. He really looks at you, completely abandoning the idea that you're his student and he's your teacher. He looks at you like someone about to cross a limit he's held for years.
He slowly takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
"Eri…" he whispers, in a voice you've never heard him use before.
His face is very close to yours…one more step toward you and…
A noise explodes in the hallway.
CLANG!
Sensei reacts instantly. His body springs forward like a coiled spring, positioning himself between you and the door in a stance that screams,"I'm ready for anything." The magic of the moment...the suspended, fleeting magic...vanishes, as if it had never existed.
Tess's voice arrives, smiling and exuberant.
"Oops! Is everything okay in here? Mic…er…pushed the shelf by accident!"
"Tess Midoriya…"
Sensei's tone is typical of someone who feels like giving you a harsh scolding.
"Eh-heh…sorry, sensei! Go ahead!"
Tess's footsteps quickly move away, but the spell is already broken. Gone up in smoke, completely.
Aizawa-sensei looks at you again. Is he agitated? Maybe so. He doesn't show it openly, but there's something different in his gaze, a different tension...that he can barely control.
You open your mouth, but quickly close it. You don't know what to say.
Sensei, on the other hand, runs a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure.
"We should...go back to the others," he says, his voice tense.
"Yes..." you whisper, lowering your gaze.
But neither of you moves. Neither of you can make the first move. There's something electric in the air… and in the end, it's the sensei who turns away, clenching his fists. Perhaps he can't stand being so close to you without losing control of his emotions.
"Eri," he says, without looking at you.
"...Yes?"
"We need to…talk about it. But not now." He pauses, and you fix your hair. "Until we talk about it, it's always going to be a problem."
You remain still and breathless for a moment. Then you feel your heart sink slightly.
"I know..." you whisper.
Back in the living room, Tess and Mic's voices drown you out as they tease you. You're only a few inches apart, yet it feels like miles… both of you know the evening isn't truly over.
That beautiful tension… that almost-kiss… that 'not yet' will linger in your mind for days to come. And it could change everything
***
A week has passed since that infamous party. Unfortunately, and you really mean unfortunately, nothing more has happened between you and Aizawa-sensei; you haven't even managed to see him to talk about what happened. Personally, you can't wait to see him and finally clear the air about that night at Tess's house.
After saying goodbye to your mom and dad and closing the door behind you, a new day of lessons and sunshine begins.
You unfurl your wings, stretching them out, and take flight, bathing the neighborhood in golden light. After about ten minutes, you land at the meeting point you and your companions had agreed to yesterday, and see Tess, Reina, Kaito, and Ren already equipped with their field medical gear, obviously the less bulky ones than the fighter-class ones, but still packed with pockets and tools.
Tess's face is illuminated by a strange light; she seems both rested and tired. She approaches you, skipping, her lips curved upward and her enthusiasm infectious.
"Seraph! Do you have something to say to me?" she asks, looking you up and down.
"Yes! It's our first co-ed mission," you say, huffing. "It's going to be super fun."
You heard Reina sigh, crossing her arms. "Yes, of course. It's so much fun hanging out with the male class with their oversized egos and suffering their arrogance."
"Let's make them angry, come on. That way they'll get hurt and we'll have to treat them too." Tess replies, giving a strange wink as she slips her arm around yours and pushes you toward a narrow street that opens up right in front of you.
"I mean with Aizawa-sensei... how did it go? Don't be shy."
You shrug.
"Did you finally fuck Aizawa-sensei, or not?" she asks, insistently.
You feel heat rising in your cheeks, like every time Aizawa-sensei's name is spoken aloud. You look down, your fingers twisting nervously.
"No." You admit, whispering. "Almost."
Tess huffs, crossing her arms under her ample breasts.
" 'Almost' doesn't count, Eri. You either do it or you don't. There's no almost when it comes to these things."
"We were…" You swallow, searching for the right words. "We were about to kiss. He leaned in, and I…I think he really wanted to."
You close your eyes for a second, reliving that moment. Oh, if only I'd grabbed him and kissed him!
"But then Mic dropped that damn piece of furniture, and the magic vanished. After that… we never saw each other again."
Tess shakes her head, her curls bouncing around her face like springs.
"Typical. Mic is an idiot."
She leans forward, elbows on her knees, her gaze fixed on you.
"But that's no excuse. If you two keep circling each other like two scared teenagers, one of you will eventually get fed up and move on. And he won't be the one to give up, I think."
Your heart leaps into your throat, your breath catches.
"It…it won't be him?"
Tess raises an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. Don't play dumb. You know sensei looks at you like you're the last drop of water in the desert."
She pauses, then adds with a grin. "And you do the same to him. You turn red as a tomato every time he walks into class."
You can't help but smile, even as the blush on your cheeks intensifies.
"It's just... I don't know what to do. He's my sensei, I'm his student, and..."
"And you're a coward." Tess interrupts bluntly. "Listen, let's throw another party. This time I'll tell Hizashi to behave and not be a pain in the ass, okay?"
She makes a dramatic gesture with her hands, as if she's painting the scene. "And you, finally, jump on him."
You laugh, even as nervousness grips your stomach.
"It's not that simple."
"It is," Tess insists, patting you on the shoulder, making you jump. "Trust me. I know how to trigger the right trigger."
Her eyes sparkle with a sudden idea. There she is, it's the same old Tess.
"I could keep Hizashi busy somewhere else...like in the bedroom. Maybe with a private lesson."
You look at her suspiciously. "Don't you dare use my love drama as an excuse to screw Hizashi around the house."
Tess bursts out laughing. "Who was talking only about Hizashi?"
You shake your head, smiling. That's the beauty of Tess: she always manages to turn even the most embarrassing moments into something lighthearted, almost funny.
"Okay," you finally give in, your heart pounding. "But if it goes badly, it'll be your fault."