The academy corridor is a maze of cold lights and din, a place where silence reigns supreme between classes and missions. The morning sky is unusually clear, almost suspicious, considering the day before. I arrive in the courtyard, yawning slightly and trying to look more awake than I actually am, my hips swaying slightly beneath my uniform, my blonde hair tied in a neat, high ponytail. I'm not wearing a bra (I rarely do), and the thin tank top under my uniform betrays every little movement.
I'm not alone.
I approach Tess, Ren, Reina, and Kaito under the porch and raise a hand to greet them. Behind them, Aizawa-sensei is leaning against the wall, inside his beige sleeping bag, his deep, black eyes scanning us as we slowly gather.
Tess, with her long green hair, laughing with Kaito over something they said, approaches me and jumps on me.
"ERI! You have strange energy this morning, huh? Radiant!"
"Radiant?" Ren repeats, his eyes narrowed to slits, as if he's already analyzing the suspect.
Kaito nods, dead serious. "Did you sleep well. Or... didn't you...?"
Reina hides her giggle behind her hand. "Maybe she did... some evening exercise."
"IT'S NOT-!" I clear my throat, blushing as Tess's push forces me back a foot. "I slept very well."
"Ahhh sure... you slept," says Tess with a wink.
It's then that Aizawa-sensei arrives. His usual loose hair, his usual cup of coffee, his usual criminal dark circles. As always, everything normal.
As soon as I see him, I freeze.
He barely looks up. "I've never seen a group of young people so noisy at this hour."
"Good morning, sensei!" they all sing in unison.
Except me, who remains silent, staring at him unconsciously.
Our eyes meet. A moment. Too long.
Aizawa-sensei then looks away, clearing his throat.
"...Anyway. I've gathered you for a communication. Tomorrow, the eastern area patrol shifts begin, with the fighter class."
"TOMORROW?!" Tess exclaims.
Ren sighs. "I knew this would happen."
Kaito raises his hand. "Can we request snacks? No? I was just asking."
Aizawa silences us with icy calm:
"Apparently, there were new suspicious sightings last night. Villains not yet identified."
I breathe in slowly, not ready to face him yet. It's too good to be true. I still can't believe I slept with him last niight. Someone like me...
The problem is, for a moment too long, I get lost in his eyes.
Again.
And Tess, of course, notices.
"Oi, Seraph! Are you lost again?"
With that shrill voice echoing off the empty walls. "Or are you imagining..." She approaches me, barely whispering, as the others start their usual ruckus. "...what it would be like if sensei grabbed you by the hair and forced you to your knees..."
"Me? No! I was... I mean... thinking about the... mission!" I blush furiously, feeling like someone just slapped me.
Tess elbows me. "Oh, please Eri!"
Reina laughs softly. "I understand the determination."
Kaito applauds. "Romance is power."
"Come on, Eri, don't be shy," Reina laughs. "Everyone knows you've had a crush on him ever since you arrived at this institute."
"What? No! I..."
"Oh, sure, sure..."
Aizawa sighs again, this time more visibly tired.
"Please maintain a minimum level of seriousness, at least until after my coffee."
Finally, the sensei pushes himself away from the wall. The movement is quick, the muscles in his arms tensing under the black fabric.
"That's enough," he says, his voice calm but firm.
The group, including me, instantly falls silent. The authority he exudes is disarming, almost physical. I bite the inside of my cheek, wanting to say something, but my throat closes, as if the words are trapped behind an invisible wall.
"I was saying that tomorrow afternoon we'll join the fighters to investigate some villain sightings in the area. It's not an official mission, but the Department of Heroic Medicine has requested support. We'll need to be ready to intervene in case of emergency."
Tess nods, serious for once, her green hair falling in front of her.
"So, no theory class today, sensei?"
"No theory class," he confirms, his tone neutral.
Ren raises his hand hesitantly, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Should we bring medical equipment?"
"Only what's necessary," Aizawa-sensei replies, studying us one by one, as if making sure we're listening. "We don't know what we'll find. But more importantly, who we'll find."
I barely listen. My mind is fixated on one detail: Aizawa-sensei's shirt, slightly low-cut, reveals the smooth, warm skin at the base of his throat. I want to reach out and touch it, feel it through touch, see if his pulse is beating at the same frenetic pace as mine. I want to know if he, too, feels this unbearable heat, this tension gripping my stomach.
"Togata."
Aizawa-sensei's voice makes me jump, as if he's hit me with something.
"Hm? Oh, yes."
His black eyes pierce me, cold yet burning.
"Were you listening?"
"No," I admit, too honestly, too quickly. A blush rises to my cheeks. "I mean, yes! Yes, I heard. Medical equipment, villain, afternoon... yes."
An awkward silence.
Then Tess bursts out laughing, followed by Reina. Kaito also smiles, shaking his head, as if he'd just won a bet.
Aizawa-sensei doesn't laugh, but something (and I mean something) crosses his eyes. A flash of amusement? Irritation? Or something darker, more dangerous?
I can't decipher it.
And I don't want to either.
"Good," he says, his tone cold. "Then you'll have no problem repeating what I said."
Shiiiiit!
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. My mind is blank, my heart is pounding in my temples, and... I want to run! I feel like a trapped animal, with its eyes staring at me mercilessly.
"I... I mean..."
"Come on, Eri, save yourself," Tess whispers, too loudly to be a whisper.
Aizawa-sensei crosses his arms. "I'm waiting."
I swallow. My throat is dry, as if I'd swallowed sand.
"We have... a mission. With the fighters. Villain, bring only the essential medical equipment..."
Another silence.
"Good!" Tess exclaims.
Uhhh, thank goodness!
"Hey... Eri... you're slowly melting away looking at him. Should I be worried?" Reina.
"Me? No! I was... I mean... thinking about the... mission!"
Tess nudges me. "Mission in her eyes, I guess."
Reina laughs softly. "I understand the determination."
Kaito applauds. "Romance is power."
Again?
Aizawa-sensei sighs again, this time more visibly tired.
"Now go to class. See you tomorrow at this time in the east courtyard."
The group slowly disperses, chatting and laughing. Reina and Tess walk ahead, their voices mingling in a chorus of laughter and comments. Kaito and Ren follow, discussing something in hushed tones, their heads bowed toward each other.
I fall behind.
I can't resist any longer.
I walk back toward Sensei. I approach him with soft steps, as if afraid of scaring him. Then I stop a few meters away, catching my breath.
"Sensei."
He doesn't turn, but he stops. "Tell me, Eri."
"I..." I hesitate. I don't even know what I want. "Sorry, about earlier. I wasn't listening."
"I know."
Another silence. I bite my lower lip, tasting blood. Then, impulsively, I take a step closer, so close I can feel the heat of his body, that scent that drives me crazy.
"You...were you looking at me?"
It's not a question. I ask him. Why?...Because...
Aizawa-sensei finally turns around, his gaze burning me to death. "What?"
"While you were talking. You were looking at me with...that eyes...."
He looks at me, and doesn't deny it. I feel my breathing become labored, as if I've been running for miles. The corridor is empty, the cold lights flicker in my blue eyes, making them almost unnatural, like two blue flames.
"Why?" I ask.
He stares at me. Then, slowly, he reaches out and brushes his knuckles across my cheek. The contact is light, almost imperceptible, but I feel as if he's shaken the world inside me. His touch burns.
"Because you're a distraction," he says, dangerously. "And I don't tolerate distractions."
I should be angry, I know. I should be offended. Instead, I smile.
I take a step toward him, then another. This is the hour when the students have left the classrooms and the teachers have retreated to their offices, leaving the long corridors deserted, almost suspended in time.
"Eri..."
"Yes?"
"What...what are you doing?"
One of my hands reaches out and lingers on his privates, without even asking permission. I bite the inside of my cheek and my lips curve into a small, mischievous smile.
"Shouta-sensei...what do you say we...step away from here for a moment?"
He looks at me, ecstatic and almost surprised by my proposal. I continue to massage him, and I slowly feel his cock hardening in my hand. I'm really excited.
I let go of his hand and begin walking in front of him, with light but purposeful steps. My curvy body moves with a natural grace, my hips swaying slightly, my back straight, as if every cell of my being were striving toward a single goal: him. My long, straight blonde hair, reaching my waist, sways slightly with every step. My hands are shaking, my heart is pounding, and a fire is burning in my stomach and making my thighs tighten.
Aizawa-sensei follows me, his steps heavy, measured, as if he were holding something back.
We don't speak. There's no need.
I stop in front of a metal door, rusted at the edges, with peeling paint that reveals years of neglect. It's the closet for old cleaning tools, a place forgotten by everyone except me. I'd noticed it weeks ago, during one of my escapes from boring homework, a perfect hiding place.
Without hesitation, I dig my fingers into the cold handle and turn it. The door opens with a groan, as if protesting the intrusion, revealing a narrow, dark space filled with the smell of dust and damp. The air is stagnant, heavy, as if time had stood still between those four walls.
I enter first, my heart about to leap out of my chest. I turn to him only when I feel his massive body cross the threshold, his presence instantly filling the space, making it even more claustrophobic. The door closes behind us and darkness envelops us for a moment before the sensei flicks on the light. A bare lightbulb, hanging from a frayed wire, glows with an electric buzz, casting a flickering yellowish light that highlights every detail: the peeling walls, the sawdust-covered floor, the rusty tools leaning in a corner, and the two of us, finally alone.
I don't wait. There's no more room for games, for hesitation, for unspoken words.
I turn to him, my blue eyes glowing like flames in the darkness, my pupils dilated with desire. My lips, full and slightly parted, tremble slightly as I raise my hands and place them on Aizawa-sensei's sweatshirt. My fingers, working without permission.
I pull off his sweatshirt in one swift movement, revealing the smooth, pale skin of his chest, the defined muscles flexing beneath my touch.
He remains still, his arms at his sides, his fists clenched. He watches my every move with a look that's a mix of hunger and control, as if fighting the urge to grab, tear, possess. But he doesn't intervene. Not yet.
I drop his sweatshirt to the floor. My hands move down, tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles, following the dark line of hair that disappears under the waistband of his pants. My fingers rest there, on the belt buckle, and for a moment I hesitate.
Then, with a shaky breath, I kneel.
The floor is hard beneath my knees, sawdust stings through the thin fabric of my leggings, but I don't care. I look up at him, and in that moment, with the yellow light illuminating my face from above, I almost look like a Madonna in prayer, if it weren't for the look in my eyes...hot, hungry, sinful.
My hands return to his belt, this time without hesitation. The buckle clicks open, I undo his pants, lowering the zipper with calculated slowness, every second a torture for both of us. The sound of the fabric separating is amplified by the silence of the closet, a hiss that seems to echo off the walls.
Then, finally, I pull it out.
Sensei's cock emerges, heavy, thick, already semi-erect. I hold my breath: it's magnificent. Long, thick, with visible veins.
I can't resist any longer.