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espinosaurusrexex · 1 month ago

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A degree? Who needs that anyway?

Boyfriend!Bucky x Female!Reader

summary: Bucky noticed you were exhausted during this time of the semester. Being the supportive golden retriever boyfriend he was, he just wanted to make you feel better. Unfortunately, his efforts only showed him how stressed you really were. So he vowed to support you through it all.

a/n: I have finally finished all my work and am back in business, baby! I'm so excited to spend the cozy season writing and posting again. Thank you for being so patient and supporting. I am so unbelievably grateful for this community. This is for all the academic girlies struggling through exam season like I do...

word count: 1.9k

warnings: feelings stress and not being enough, perfectionsim (and the pressure that comes with it), projecting self worth onto academic achievements, Bucky being adorable and supportive (perfect boyfriend alert!), just a whole lotta fluff

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝒄.𝒂𝒊 ✧*･ﾟ

You were stressed. Bucky knew it. Everyone was walking on eggshells around you, if - ever - you allowed yourself to step out of the apartment to see your friends or work your part-time job. He'd never seen you like this. You were a social butterfly, the total opposite of him with the ability to recharge when you were around the people you loved most. But for a month or so you'd been living the hermit life. And Bucky did not like it one bit.

It gave him an uneasy feeling, a squeeze to his heart, a hatred for anything that could potentially set you off. Because it was there - the potential. He was just waiting for it. For the shoe to drop, for you to break. For him to go on a rampage against all things bothering you.

He knew you were strong and stubborn, and that you hated to ask people for help. But there was only so much a person could endure. Hell, Bucky knew too well himself. Because he was the same. He hated asking for help - he hated accepting that he was bad at something. But this... just broke his heart.

He tried to take you out, to get you to eat with him - anything to get you back to your normal routines. But not even when he mentioned your favorite pastime activity did he get an enthusiastic smile out of you. That’s when he knew something was seriously wrong. Well, not something. He knew it was University. You’d complained about your professors at the beginning of the semester to him, how they were too ambitious for their own good and required a mountain of weekly readings not even that guy from Transformers could manage. Now... towards the end of the term, he saw how that ambition bled into your papers and final exams.

And Bucky? Well, he didn’t know how to act around you. It seemed like a silly selfish problem but normally you would be the one seeking contact and physical touch. He enjoyed it every time but he was just not good at initiating it himself. You’d seemed to shut him out completely. Working yourself away on your desk only to fall asleep on it and have Bucky carry you to bed. He hated seeing you like this.

He knew it wasn’t a permanent state - it couldn’t be. Because even though he considered you the strongest person he knew, there had to be a point at which even you broke.

And then, one day, it just happened. Without warning. Bucky hadn’t wanted to be right, so he had just ignored the thought of your breaking beneath all the pressure completely. And that was why he did not have as much as a hunch when you were talking over breakfast and the dam broke.

You had been up since well before Bucky had finally convinced you to eat with him. He’d even gone to your favorite bakery this morning to get the little pudding pastries you loved so much. And when he came back, he silently pulled your chair back and dropped you at the dining table. Everything seemed pretty good for a while. And then, out of nowhere, while Bucky was telling you about his trip to the Bakery, you had just started crying - hard.

Bucky had never seen so many tears. Not even when the wives of his fellow soldiers stood at the peer waving his comrades goodbye with white handkerchiefs. He shook the memory away. He thought the amount of tears quite impossible with the neglect of drinking water he had witnessed over the past week but they just kept coming. And Bucky wanted to hold you but something told him it wouldn't help one bit.

You were sobbing into your hands drawing in shaky breaths as you hid your face from him and everything inside him began to scream. Scream at him for sitting there frozen like an idiot and screaming at all the professors who deserved nothing more than a good punch in their oh so intelligent faces.

"It's just all too much. I’m so exhausted, Bucky.” A trembling breath that was muffled by your hands pressing into your mouth. Bucky was raging, but he let you continue. “And I hate that... I hate that I let this consume so much of my time and ...me. I hate that I let it affect me so much when I’m at the point at which I don't even know if it's worth it anymore.”

Bucky drew in a sharp breath at that statement. You had been working so hard, dedicated so much time and effort to work toward a goal he wanted you to achieve as much as you wanted to initially. To hear you doubt yourself broke his heart into a million pieces. He knew you were capable of it, but something told him not to say that just now. It was then you finally lifted your face and let your reddened eyes search for his. His fingers itched to touch your face. Why didn’t he do so?

“And it doesn’t help that everyone believes in me you know?” He nodded, though he didn’t quite understand. “I love each of my friends but every person that tells me they believe in me and how they don’t even doubt I’ll make it adds more pressure on top of the standard I set for myself.”

This was it. This was the moment he needed to touch you. Bucky rose from his chair and knelt down beside yours. His warm hand reached up toward your face and you immediately fell into his embrace. Your forehead pressed into his muscular shoulder, your arms reached around him and his entire body felt tingly as relief flooded through it.

"I am so scared I'm going to fail.” You exhaled into his shirt as his hand gently stroked your back. He wanted to tell you how failing wasn’t bad. How much he would love you regardless and how stupid a dumb degree was anyway. He wanted to kiss you and whisper against your skin how you could excel at everything you tried by simply being yourself because, for Bucky, you were the epitome of perfection.

But he didn’t do any of it. Because he also knew how important this was for you. Even if you were questioning if anything was worth it at this point - it definitely wasn’t in his eyes if it meant seeing you so crushed by something as trivial as a file on your computer - Bucky knew he’d help you walk through a hurricane if that was what you needed from him. Hell, he’d gladly do so if it would bring your beautiful smile back to your face. This degree felt really close to what he imagined walking through a hurricane to be like right about now. And he thought that he would never want one himself if this was what you had to go through in order to get it. Besides, who needed a degree anyway? Back in his day, you weren’t more special for it. Being a soldier did the job just fine... then again, that was probably worse than the hurricane thing. Focus Bucky.

Bucky pulled back and kissed your tears off your face and then he pressed one more kiss to your salty lips for good measure. Yes, he’d do anything for you - degree or not.

“What can I do to help you, love? I hate seeing you like this.” He froze for a second in fear of adding more pressure by expressing his sadness. And surely, you just started crying harder as your face fell forward again. Oh no, Bucky thought.

“I-“ you hick-uped, “I don’t know.” Seriously where did you get all that water from? “I love you so much. And I appreciate you so much and I know you want to comfort me but if we were to cuddle for an hour I would just stress myself out about the time I could spend studying - even if all I wanna do is cuddle you.” The stream didn’t stop when you cried harder. “And I hate that!”

Bucky nodded frustrated. "I love you too.” And then he cradled your head with his metal hand.

For a good minute, you just stayed like this. Bucky pressed you deeper into his chest until your sobs slowly died down and your stuffy breathing became steadier. He kissed your hair just to stroke over it again and then kiss it once more. For the first time in weeks, he felt like he did something that relaxed you a little. And even though you had just cried a river in your kitchen, you were so much calmer than before.

You sniffled adorably when you looked up at him after some time. “Just know I know how difficult I am right now. I cannot wait for this to be over. It’s just... I don’t even know how to take care of myself right now, I can’t possibly know how to include you in this as well.” A final tear fell and Bucky was fast to wipe it away. “But I am so glad you’re here.”

“Okay, I understand.” He answered and hugged you again, vowing to initiate daily cuddle/relief breaks from here on out. There wasn’t much he could do, he knew that and hated it too. If he could, he would write your papers for you, but Bucky was convinced he was not nearly smart enough for that, so anything else had to make do. He’d keep the apartment clean so you had a good atmosphere to learn, he’d make sure you slept and ate on time, and he’d supply all the love you deserved regardless of exam season. “And you just know that I will be here for you, patiently waiting until you have the capacity to include me again.” He pushed your hair from your forehead and kissed you sweetly. “I will support you in everything you do...” Another kiss, this one, you reciprocated. “Always.” And another long, warm lasting kiss to seal his promise. “If you promise me one thing... one thing only,” he whispered.

“What is it?” You whispered back.

“Promise to let me take care of you. I know you would spend 25 hours in a day studying if it were possible, but you can't keep it up like this.” He nodded. “Let me make sure you have the headspace for all your studying. Don’t deny my bringing you food, or dragging you to bed. And collect at least three kisses and one hug every day for emotional support,” he smiled faintly, a cheeky glimmer in his eyes that shone in yours as well.

“Okay, I promise.”

Bucky kissed you again, pressing your body against his with gentle strength. His heart began to beat faster when he felt your nails rake down his shoulders.

From then on Bucky would come up to you and hug you for a couple seconds, calling it ‘quick recharge’. He would hold you when you cried - but only when you cried because you needed to spend your dedicated hours of studying- holding you was for later. And then he would remind you to drink enough water after watching your tears soak into his shirt. But what he looked forward to the most, were the evenings when you would cuddle into his side in bed and let him lull you to sleep. He felt accomplished as he watched you relax outside the study schedule you set up with him, being able to fully be present when you ate together or went to bed. There were still rough times, but Bucky was there to hold you regardless, smiling at the fact that his touch could calm you down and that it would be over soon - and then he’d spend entire days making up for everything that fell short because of that viscous degree.

please take care of yourself, just like Bucky would during an exhausting time like this 💛

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kbandtrash · 11 months ago

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Less Than Three (Hongjoong x Reader)

~Rachel~

@sorryimananti-romantic hahaha remember how I said I was the slowest writer ever? Apparently that's not true because it only took me a month and a half to write this. I need help

Content: fluff, a whole lot of delusional one-sided pining (the cute kind though) (from him), silly middle school antics from both teachers and students, betting, friends to lovers

Summary: Kim Hongjoong teaches middle school math and finds himself absolutely smitten with you, the math department's newest hire. You're the last person to find out.

Note: This is set in an American-style middle school because that's where my teaching experiences have been and I figured my best work would come out of the system I'm most familiar with

Word Count: 11.5k

Why did Hongjoong choose middle school?

He asks himself this question every day as well

If he wanted to be a math teacher, high school was clearly a better option

But no he had started out in a middle school, promising to take a high school position as soon as one opened up

And now he was actively avoiding high school principals that wanted to recruit him

Is it because he found out the math is easier to explain and the kids really aren’t that bad?

Yeah sure

But this year he had another reason to stay

See his math department had a position open up this summer and as he got to take part in interviews to select a new hire

He fell in love

Now that was not the whole reason he advocated to hire you

In fact your credentials as a math teacher

The places you had taught before

Your praxis exam scores

Your recommendation letters

The professional development programs you were a part of

Test scores from your previous classes

The way you understood math

And especially the way you believed that every student had the potential to pass your class

All of these made you the obvious choice and everyone else agreed

But he was struck several times with Cupid’s arrows throughout the interview and that absolutely did not hurt his opinion of you as a potential colleague

On this particular morning his excuse to talk to you before classes started for the day was a test for your 7th graders

Which they would be taking next Friday

Your feedback always ended up being valuable anyway so there was no need for this to be an “excuse” but it got to be one anyway

You were typing something up when he knocked on the open door to your classroom to announce his presence

You finished typing your sentence before you looked up, and when you saw Hongjoong leaning against the door frame with some papers in his hand, you greeted him with a smile and a wave

He wondered if it would look unprofessional if he grew out his hair to cover his ears

You looked gorgeous today (every day) and he knew there was no stopping his ears from turning bright red

“I have the unit tests for 7th,” he said, stealing a chair from a desk to sit backwards on while he talked to you

“Oh good!” you replied. “I’ll take a look at those and get them back to you by lunch”

Buy lunch he thought

That sounded like an excellent idea

He should buy you lunch

He didn’t say that though

“Works for me. How was your weekend?”

And he stalled and stalled and stalled until the first bell rang and he had to get out to hall duty

At lunch he walked in again while you were putting in assignment scores and munching on some pretzel sticks

“I made a key for that new assignment we decided to add for 8th grade. Can you check answers if you get the time?”

His heart did a little flip as you covered your mouth with your hand while you finished chewing

How could you be so graceful and polite?

And your hands were so pretty wow

“Yes just as soon as I finish putting these in. And—” you turned your chair around and grabbed something from behind you— “here are the 7th tests from this morning. I added a couple notes on the integer operations review questions, but other than that, I think they’re great”

He unfortunately did need to go and eat his own lunch and fulfill other teacherly lunchtime duties so he couldn’t stall as much as this morning

But he read your notes on the way back to his classroom

And boy he could have lived in your handwriting

The pen that you used was the perfect instrument to capture every letter, every dot, every loop in a way that encapsulated your personality

And as soon as he caught himself thinking that he knew he needed to ask the home ec teacher to smack him over the head with a frying pan because wowie

He would need professional help in order to date you like a normal person at this point

Anyway he was practically skipping back after lunch because he came up with another question to ask you

There were students there so instead of using your first name he caught your attention by calling you Miss (L/N)

Which for some reason gives him more butterflies than calling you normally

This time luckily instead of giving you a new task it was a task he could do for you

“How many copies of the activity page should I put you down for?”

“Ooh good question”

You put your finger over your lips as you counted on your other hand and he had to actively look away and think about other things

There were students present after all

“Which classes are you doing it with?” you ended up asking

He used the opportunity to set a hand down on your desk and lean forward in a cool pose

“I’m making the eighth graders do it but it’s extra credit for the seventh”

“That sounds like a good plan to me. So sixty for the eighth graders and then how many do you think I would need if it’s optional?”

Oh boy he loved it when you asked for advice

It gave him the chance to look cool and smart and he always got to play it off as the humble senior teacher

“I do half just to be safe. Plus then you have extra if you want to do it again later in the year or even next year”

And then your face did that thing it did when you liked a suggestion he gave

Your face lit up with your eyebrows raised and your mouth in a little “ooh”

There were students around there were students around

“Okay then sixty for the eighth graders and forty-five for seventh. A hundred and five?”

He scribbled the number down on the copy request form

“Excellent. I’ll run this down then”

He gave you a smile and a wave as he went to attend to his own class

Which you returned

And he was sure his heart would never physically recover from the stress it was under this year

You didn’t need to know that you were the only other teacher he was sharing this particular activity page with

He would give it to the other teachers if they asked him for it but he wasn’t going to go out of his way for this one because it was kind of silly and short

But he would do anything to make your first year at a new school just a little bit easier

Back in his classroom he tried to get class started when one of his eighth graders had the audacity to raise his hand and say the following:

“You just walked back from Miss (L/N)’s class huh?”

Mr. Kim squinted suspiciously at the student

“Yeah…why”

“You’re way nicer when you go to her class before our class starts”

Before he had any time to figure out what that meant, the class exploded in giggles and shouts of agreement

“Yeah you smile a lot more this year than you did last year” a girl who had had his class the previous year as well agreed

And then from the back corner

One of the notorious trouble makers stood up

Pointed his finger up at poor Mr. Kim, who was now considering taking a high school position again

And shouted “Mr. Kim has a crush on Miss (L/N)!!!”

There was no longer any hope for this class

Exponent rules? Down the drain

Hongjoong was now a laughingstock

Irredeemable in front of a bunch of 13-14 year olds

So he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, lips pursed, and his eyes dangerously blank

It wasn’t long before kids started shushing each other

Even once they were quiet, he held their attention for a second longer

“If you have two to the fourth times two to the third, what’s the product?” he asked clearly, writing the problem on the whiteboard in new black marker

Not addressing the issue would not stem the tide of curious teenagers for long but it would have to be a band-aid solution until he figured out how to do this properly

Because he couldn’t allow rumors to spread that he liked you because firstly unprofessional and secondly what if you heard them and thought he was weird

But he couldn’t lie and allow rumors to spread that he definitely didn’t have a crush on you because firstly. unprofessional kids don’t need to know about that stuff

Like they think they’re all mature and old enough to date when they can’t even drive yet like can you imagine as a teenager asking your mom to drive you to your date with your girlfriend. Embarrassing

BUT SECONDLY

What if you heard the rumors and maybe you did like him back and it crushed your heart to hear that he didn’t like you

While the kids were working on their assignment and he was working on his computer he decided the best way to explain this to them

If they ever brought it up again

Was that they’re always in a better mood when they get to talk to their friends, right?

You’re a good friend and it’s fun working with you

The other math teachers are fun too but you’re close to his age so it makes sense that you would be closer

Yep

Good explanation Mr. Kim

Literally just one day later the kids bring it up again and they do not buy his explanation

They don’t even pretend to because their brains are not developed enough to have that kind of social tact

And the rumor doesn’t exactly spread like wildfire around the school but everyone knows about it you know what I mean

Except you actually

You’re usually very aware of everything going on in your classroom but somehow this particular subject escaped your attention

You learned early on that for some reason kids don’t have shame anymore in spilling their guts to the classroom about what they’re gossiping about

So the usual “if you can’t wait to tell your friend later then tell the whole class now” classroom management tactic is now useless

So you didn’t do that instead you just asked them which problem they’re helping their friend with and if they’re not helping their friend with math then they should get back on task

You didn’t think that any middle school level gossip could actually be that interesting anyway so yeah you had no idea that kids were shipping the teachers

And you didn’t want to know

So you stayed blissfully ignorant

While Hongjoong was lowkey agonizing over it

Now you and Hongjoong tend to eat lunch in your own classrooms rather than the staff lounge

Because why use up any more social energy than necessary right

But there is a vending machine in the staff room and Hongjoong was craving something sweet one day

And when he walked in the other teachers in there suddenly went awkwardly silent

And he knew

They were talking about him

Yeah he should take a high school position next year

Two of the younger teachers, Jung Wooyoung from the history department and Choi San from the phys ed department, broke the silence giggling to each other

“Sorry Hongjoong” San apologized “the kids are just hilarious these days. They’re so excited about you and (Y/N) it’s adorable”

Hongjoong gave them a look

“Adorable?”

“Well firstly you” Wooyoung pointed out “I never thought I’d see you fall head over heels but I totally get it. She’s super cool”

“And secondly the kids” San continued “any time you guys are talking in the hall I have all of the girls talking about it during warm ups. The boys all think of you as their role model when it comes to liking a girl”

“That reminds me!” Wooyoung interrupted “I actually did have a boy confess to a girl in my class the other day and you wanna know what he told her??”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows furrowed in a glare, absolutely sure that his reputation was never going to recover

“He said ‘I like you more than Mr. Kim likes Miss (L/N)’”

The teachers tried to tone down their laughter out of respect

Hongjoong wanted to leave immediately but this stupid vending machine was having issues

“And then you know what she said back?”

Wooyoung was having trouble holding himself together

His eyes were shining a little with tears of laughter

“She said ‘That’s impossible. No one can like anyone more than Mr. Kim likes Miss (L/N)’”

The other teachers could not hold it back anymore

The vending machine finally gave Hongjoong his candy bar

(Plus the extra one he bought for you)

So he made his way swiftly back towards the door

“Oh no no wait” Wooyoung called after him

“Tests to grade” Hongjoong lied simply

“No come on you have to hear this”

Hongjoong stopped at the door, fighting the urge to classroom manage his coworkers

He looked back both unimpressed and expectant at the same time

“Okay everyone raise your hands if you betted on before Christmas break” Wooyoung called out

Some of the teachers looked at him like he had just asked out a widow at her husband’s funeral

But they raised their hands sheepishly anyway

“Great yes and after Christmas break?”

The other half raised their hands, most of them looking like they wished that had eaten lunch in their own classrooms

“These are bets on when you’re going to ask her out” Wooyoung explained cheerfully

“Wasn’t someone also trying to get bets going on whether you would confess first or she would notice first?” San asked

“That was also me” Wooyoung said with a grin

The lounge door opened again and in walked the principal and one of the vice principals

Hongjoong thought this was finally the end to this stupid conversation

But no

“Oh Hongjoong!” the principal greeted him with a pat on the arm “I’ve got $50 on you dating before Christmas. Don’t let me down”

Waiting until the end of the school year to take a new position would simply not be soon enough

Hongjoong needed to find a new job or retire within the month

But then on the way back to his classroom he remembered he had an extra candy bar for you

So he made a detour

But what greeted him was a closed door with the window on the door covered

He hadn’t ever seen your door shut like this before so he wasn’t sure what it meant exactly

Maybe you went out to lunch today?

Then he could just nab one of your sticky notes and leave the candy bar on your desk with a positive message

He would rather give it to you himself, but the idea of you finding the candy bar on your desk later made his chest feel all warm and cozy so it was fine

Your door was unlocked, so he pulled it open just enough so he could see inside

And you were in there actually

Slumped in your desk chair with your head in your hands

Oh no

Hongjoong had been there before

Every teacher had been there before

The work of a teacher isn’t as easy as most people would like to believe

Especially for middle school, and even more so for math, it takes someone with unending patience and courage to help kids learn every day

And some days that patience and courage runs a little thinner than other days

Even experienced teachers wonder from time to time if it’s worth the soul that they give to their classes

The classes that seem sometimes not to notice one way or the other if you’re teaching or not

You hadn’t noticed that you weren’t quite alone anymore, so that left Hongjoong with a choice to make

Did he let you have this moment to yourself?

Or did he try to help you through it?

He closed the door as softly as he could

And then he gave a little knock to give you some privacy and some time to gather yourself

Then he opened the door and stepped halfway through

“The vending machine spat out two candy bars instead of one” he lied with a grin, holding up the extra candy bar and wiggling it between his fingers

You had sat up and were resting your chin on your hand curiously

But there was definitely a downtrodden aura about you that he couldn’t miss

“That’s pretty lucky,” you replied

He took that as permission to enter and on his way to your desk he snagged his usual chair to sit backwards on

“How’s today going so far?” he asked as if he knew nothing, setting the candy bar down on top of your closed computer

“Oh, you know,” you sighed

He chuckled, opening his candy bar, not making eye contact with you to relieve some pressure for you to keep up an act

“That good, huh?”

You laughed in return

“Just got my butt kicked by a bunch of seventh graders, so yeah, it’s kind of whatever right now”

Ah the teacher equivalent of “I want to quit my job and hide in my bed for the rest of my life”

“Oh, yep, I’ve been there more than once” he said with a nod “and sometimes there’s really nothing you could have done better, you know? Kids are just like that sometimes. It makes me glad I’m not an elementary school teacher”

“Oh my word yes” you agreed, finally picking up the candy bar “at least I can kick these gremlins out after 45 minutes and I don’t have to see them again until the next day. I can’t imagine being with the same class all day”

Did Hongjoong end up squandering his entire eating time just to talk with you and make sure you felt better?

Yes

He would have to sneak bites of his sandwich in between activities during his afternoon classes

But like it wasn’t the first time he’d had to do that and heaven knew it wouldn’t be the last

At least he had a good reason today instead of something stupid like he was lost in the test grading sauce and forgot to eat

He proceeded to get his butt kicked by his afternoon classes because he couldn’t wipe his lovefool smile off his face

But it was okay because once again it wasn’t the first time and heaven knew it wouldn’t be the last

Not long after came the hallowed and hated teacher inservice day

Professional development day

Both a huge waste of time and a relaxing little work day

The administrators usually planned a series of workshops for the morning that all looked. well. kind of stupid but it was all planned with good intention

Then it was lunch time

And then after that you had until the end of contract hours to do whatever pretty much

The math department liked to go to lunch together and then have a really productive planning meeting until people got bored and then it was individual prep time pretty much

Mostly it was just kinda nice to be at school without kids there

This year was no exception to all of this

But Mr. Principal had $50 on the line and decided to play matchmaker about it

For each of the workshops the teachers were split into groups

And you and Hongjoong had been placed together every single time

Somehow you genuinely thought it was just good luck

Hongjoong was hyperaware of every other teacher looking and pointing and giggling and you were so peacefully oblivious to it

The first workshop was about medical emergency training, specifically training teachers in case of allergy or diabetic emergencies

As soon as the nurse finished with the epipen instructions you leaned over to Hongjoong and whispered “like this?”

And stabbed him with the fake epipen right in the thigh

Hongjoong swore he was going to die right then and there because why was that so attractive???

“Four…five…six…seven…eight…” you counted out, holding the epipen in place for the full ten seconds

And like a good patient he sat like a statue because his circuits were absolutely fried

You glanced up at his face and your expression immediately dropped

You checked the epipen all over to make sure it was just a trainer

(It was)

“Hongjoong are you okay?? Your face is all red did I do something wrong?” you worried

He unfroze and tried to undo the damage of his Little Moment but the nurse was already over at the table taking a closer look at him after dismissing the rest of the teachers to practice

She looked at you and then at Hongjoong and then at you again and back at Hongjoong and a funny look of understanding came over her face

“Are you Mr. Kim the math teacher” she asked

He nodded awkwardly

“And are you Miss (L/N) the math teacher” she asked

“Yes?” you answered

She patted Hongjoong on the shoulder

“He’ll be fine in a minute or so” she reassured you, glancing up and away somewhere else

You both followed her gaze over to the principal, who gave her a bright smile and a thumbs up

Which looked innocuous enough to the untrained eye

But to Hongjoong this was just another in a long list of embarrassments

The principal had told the guest workshop speakers about him

And he had been spotted that easily

After that was administration-provided snack time

Hongjoong offered to grab sodas if you would grab chips and stuff

And at the soda table he was greeted by Wooyoung and San, who called him affectionately Mr. Traffic Light

Hongjoong resisted the urge to react publicly

Even though there were no children around he refused to allow himself to be caught cursing them out

But he brainstormed violently about the ways he could get back at them without getting caught

Truly his middle school teacher powers of ignoring were activated because those two were practically dancing around him trading one-liner after one-liner and Hongjoong paid them no mind

Until he realized they were following him back to the table where he was sitting with you

He did not need them teasing him around you so he tried to shoo them off

But Wooyoung gleefully turned his attention up to the projector screen where the groupings for the next workshop were displayed

Truly your presence was the only saving grace this day had to offer

They were in this group with you two

The computer teacher/school tech support guy was leading this workshop and he was showcasing how one might use ai in their classroom

And all four of you were totally zoned out because firstly ai in a math classroom?? For what

Chat bots are notoriously bad at math

Ai in San’s gymnasium? Once again no practical application

And Wooyoung honestly just wasn’t that interested because none of you were listening so he didn’t feel like he had to either

So he decided flirting with you was more fun

Just to make Hongjoong mad

But for all of his whispered pick up lines and compliments you had approximately the same response as to this ai workshop:

Playing gamepigeon with Hongjoong under the table

(Which Hongjoong had initiated by the way)

(And you had perpetuated after destroying him at the mini golf game)

Aka you ignored Wooyoung pretty well

So Hongjoong got to glare over at him with the peace of mind that your attention was fully his right then

San tapped your shoulder and asked for your number

Which you gave him a little too easily for Hongjoong’s continued peace of mind

But then San just made a group chat for the four of you to play uno together for the remainder of the workshop

So Hongjoong decided that actually this setup wasn’t so bad

The last workshop was unfortunately much more important so the four of you couldn’t continue slacking off

The principal was running this one and it was genuinely for the betterment of the school environment

Plus San and Wooyoung were sent off to other groups

So it was the two of you and a few other senior teachers that were going to have a discussion about one of the behavior initiatives that the school was trying out

You were the only two math teachers in the group, so when the principal passed out data that had been collected about this behavior initiative, the other teachers sort of automatically passed the papers to you

(And the science teachers in the group but that’s irrelevant)

There was only one copy of each dataset, so that meant you got to share

And that meant that you got to scoot your chairs close together to look at the paper at the same time

And even better the text was kind of small so you had to bring the papers close to your faces to read them

So the two of you were shoulder to shoulder

Practically cheek to cheek, your heads almost touching

To read this data and explain it to the less number-savvy teachers

Today was actually pretty fantastic so far, Hongjoong thought

He also wondered if you could physically feel the heat coming off of his face but that was not something he was going to let bother him right then

He was going to live in the moment

And perhaps thank the principal later

After a surprisingly productive and insightful discussion

It was finally ~lunch time~

The math department gathered up in the department head’s classroom to decide which of the nearby restaurants to choose to go to

And no one could agree

Not a single person was feeling like eating the same thing

Except Hongjoong he was agreeing with whatever you said

Not just because he wanted you to have your way but because whatever you said sounded good to him too

Maybe it sounded good because you said it but nonetheless

And then the department head said the following fateful words:

“How about you two just go ahead and we’ll try to decide on something for the rest of us

Hongjoong was suspicious right then and there that this was a setup

The department head probably had money on Before Christmas

But Hongjoong was absolutely not going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers

“I’m cool with that” you answered before Hongjoong could gather his thoughts enough to say anything

Then you turned to him

“I need to go grab my purse from my classroom. Do you need anything from yours?”

“Oh, yeah, just my wallet” he answered totally on autopilot

You stopped by your classroom first and then his since his was closer to the front of the school

He was so excited to finally realize that dream of his from a few weeks back

He was gonna buy you lunch

And not only that it was just the two of you going out to lunch

It didn’t matter that this wasn’t a date

Or that technically you were just gonna buy food and eat it back at school

It was special to him to go somewhere with just you

That wasn’t school

Seriously he was so happy he couldn’t stop smiling when he told the cashier that your orders were together and he was going to pay

You kinda elbowed him and told him he didn’t have to do that

But he just shrugged and turned his smile on you

“But I wanted to” he replied

You accepted that

“It’s on me next time” you promised

And oh man he could have died right there he felt so complete

Except if he died then there would be no next time

But you were saying next time and it made him think that wow yeah this would happen again

You meant if it ever happened again but he was determined that it was a certain for the future

Because even if it didn’t happen by chance then he would make it happen himself

When you got back to the school the rest of the math department was gone so you started eating without them

And that was a magical moment of peace too

Just the two of you

No one around to tease Hongjoong

He could almost pretend you were just normal friends and he wasn’t head over heels for you

Then the rest of the department came back and they all had food from the same restaurant

So Hongjoong had been right to be suspicious earlier

It was most definitely a setup to get the two of you by yourselves

And he liked it so he wasn’t going to complain about it

Even though it was embarrassing

Well as fun as professional development day ended up being

Parent teacher conferences were not

Hongjoong was looking forward to more Mr. Principal shenanigans

Like maybe when all the teachers were in the gym yours and his table could be next to each other

And he could talk to you when neither of you had any parents

And when the night was wrapping up

And he could walk you out to your car because it was dark

And maybe treat you to dinner because the school-provided food wasn’t usually that great

But no

None of that could happen

Because someone had decided to have teachers stay in their classrooms for conferences this year

The parents would have the wonderful opportunity to get lost in their child’s school trying to find all of their classes

What a joke

They were probably going to get so many complaints they would switch it back to normal next semester

But the one time Hongjoong was looking forward to parent teacher conferences

Of course

Was the one time they had to switch it up

The one silver lining in this was the teachers complaining about it together

Hongjoong’s favorite email he had ever received was now from Wooyoung

Who was replying to the email notifying teachers of the different setup this year but just to Hongjoong

In all lowercase:

“hey loverboy u see this crap

math teacher romancephobic fr smh”

And then with his full professional email signature at the bottom

This precious email was moved to Hongjoong’s funny emails folder, which was usually reserved for unhinged student emails

He did not reply to it

San and the other phys ed teachers were joking about how nice it would be to have the gym to themselves for once but they were in agreement that this probably wouldn’t last

Of course the math department had tests scheduled across all the grades right before conferences

Which of course left everyone grading like crazy

And of course the kids trashed the classrooms the day before

And of course the head janitor ended up getting sick

So it was up to the teachers to make sure their classrooms didn’t look like trash

Even though they had 150+ tests to grade and a pile of late work to grade

And they had 24 hours (7 of which were going to be spent teaching, and hopefully 7-8 would be spent sleeping) to make this all work before parents started showing up at 4 o’clock tomorrow afternoon

What a time this was going to be

So Hongjoong picked up his pile of tests and went to your classroom

Predictably you were grading tests

He stole a student desk and moved it close to your desk

“Which tests are you working on?” he asked

“Eighth” you replied, not looking up from the test you were currently grading

“How does this sound” he began “I’ll take your seventh and you take my eighth so we don’t have to switch answer keys?”

Still barely looking up, you handed him three binder-clipped stacks of paper

“As long as you don’t mind working to music” you replied, your eyebrows raising as a little smile played on your lips

He took your tests and handed you his eighth grade tests

(This worked out nicely as you both had three classes of seventh and two classes of eighth. He was tricking you into letting him take the heavier load ohoho so sneaky)

(He was just lucky you were grading eighth instead of seventh first)

“Don’t mind?” he snickered, uncapping his favorite felt-tip grading pen “I’d prefer it”

And that’s how speed grading turned into karaoke

Grading went almost certainly slower than it would have if you had worked alone but it was way more fun this way

Of course he ended up with sixty some more tests to grade than you

So when you finished you left for a bit and came back with snacks

As well as his pile of late work

He tried to protest but no no

“You’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are Mr. Kim” you teased him “You thought you could fool a math teacher into thinking we had an equal workload here?”

“That wasn’t the point” he whined, trying to put the cap back on his pen and inking his finger instead

“Then what was the point?”

I love you that’s the point

But what was the point actually

What was a point he could believably tell you without giving himself away

“Just…because” he said convincingly, shrugging his shoulders and settling back into his tests “You look stressed these days. Wanted to do something nice I guess”

You brandished his late work stack again

“So I’m going to do something nice too”

Yeah he probably wouldn’t ever feel this way about anyone ever again

For him at this point it was you or nothing

But the problem was he was willing to let it be nothing for far too long

He would never make a single move unless he knew you were okay with it

Because if he and his stupid heart ruined whatever you had going now then it would really be nothing

He wouldn’t give up the something he still had

He was like a curve approaching an asymptote

He could get infinitely close, but he would never actually touch you

After settling your gradebooks for tomorrow you started by picking up your classroom together

This did go faster with music by the way

And then you picked up his classroom together

And then he realized Hongjoong realized he could have his wish

The one about walking you out to your car and taking you out to dinner

Walking you out was easy but taking you out was another story

He would have to suggest it himself

A little known fact about teachers is that they became teachers because they don’t know how/don’t want to talk with other adults

Kids don’t judge you if something comes out of your mouth a little different than you meant it

Other adults are mean and judge you over silly things

This unfortunately meant that he didn’t know how to ask you to go to dinner with him without making it sound like a date

He was kinda just hoping a lil Kdrama moment would happen and one of your stomachs would rumble really loud so he could laugh it off and say you should go eat together

But you got closer and closer to your car and no tummy rumbling

You got to your car and no tummy rumbling

You opened your door and said goodbye and still no tummy rumbling

“Wait!!!”

He could have slapped his own mouth

You were a little startled but it stopped you from getting in your car

“Hmm?”

“Just uh…it’s kinda late and snacks are great but they’re not that filling…so do you wanna um…” he trailed off and did not finish his thought

“Wanna what?” you asked

Big boy pants Hongjoong come on

“Go grab dinner? Or something?” he finally spat out

He must not have seen your face light up in the dark

“No pressure” he added when you didn’t answer within 0.05 seconds

“No that sounds great! I was thinking of grabbing something on the way home anyway and it would be way more fun to do it with someone else” you accepted

He let you pick the place again and you drove separately because after you would be going in different directions

But it ended up being a nice little fast casual restaurant

And it didn’t feel like a date really but it kinda felt like a date but no it didn’t

It just ended up being a comfortable little outing between friends

Hongjoong knew he couldn’t stop smiling

And he wondered if you already knew how he felt about you

He was sure he didn’t smile like this at anyone else

And you were many things but dense couldn’t possibly be one of them

He knew he was the opposite of subtle

But if you were willing to spend time with him like this then that meant he didn’t make you uncomfortable

Honestly he was so used to the way you made him feel at this point that loving you from afar felt like second nature

Being friends with you was enough if he could keep loving you like this

The waiter came by and asked if it was one check or two

And Hongjoong was fully prepared to pay once again

But you beat him to it

You were already prepared with your card and everything

“I owe you for last time, remember?” you told him with a cheeky grin

He shook his head

“You don’t owe me anything”

“Well then next time it’s on you”

Hongjoong started to smile again

“Next time?”

“Well, yeah” you said with a shrug, now a little bashful “This was fun. We should keep doing it”

“It is fun” he agreed with a laugh “It’s nice to hang out with people outside of school for once”

You laughed at that

“Oh boy tell me about it. Nobody told me that teaching would ruin my social life”

And things just kind of continued like that for a while

Before you had come to the school, Hongjoong had lowkey felt like he was kind of going nowhere with his life

Any time he spent at school outside of his contract hours felt like an infringement on his personal time

Or not even at school, just away from home

He had been hoping that taking a high school position would give him back a little bit of the passion for teaching that he was losing

He hadn’t even been teaching that long it’s just that the profession really is like that

Indescribably rewarding and incredibly draining all at the same time

(Especially these days. Sometimes you really wonder if it’s worth it)

But having something to look forward to every day besides a favorite class ended up being what he needed to love his job wholeheartedly again

It wasn’t just you he had fallen in love with

He had also found new friends in an unlikely place

The math department was like family and he enjoyed their company dearly

But that weirdo phys ed teacher and obnoxious history teacher had turned into excellent friends frighteningly fast

Sometimes they joined you and Hongjoong on your dinner outings

And honestly it was such a blast

An amendment to my previous statement about teachers being teachers because they don’t like talking to other adults:

Other teachers often do not count as other adults

Sometimes they do when you have to have grown up conversations

But gossiping about students does not count as grown up conversation

There were some eighth graders that all four of you had

Hongjoong not currently but he’d had them for previous classes and they were now in your class

Was it a little embarrassing as 20 somethings to have your main source of gossip be preteens?

Yeah but oh man there is nothing like finding out which of your students are lying to their other teachers about the work they need to do

Or what they’re like in other classes

(You and Hongjoong, and sometimes Wooyoung, tended to have very different opinions about some students than San did so it was double fascinating)

Who they’re friends with outside of your class

Or crushes they have on each other

Basically if you spend every day around preteens you gossip like them too

It was now November and starting to get uncomfortably cold outside

So San had offered his home as a little gathering space for you all to order food and hang out

It was almost like a little Friendsgiving

“Any of you have (male student name, obnoxious connotation)?” Wooyoung asked, taking a sip of his soda

You immediately scoffed

“I’m about to write an email home about that kid”

Hongjoong was surprised

Annoying kids existed in every class but you usually had something nice to say about them at first at least before you got into the bad behavior

He hadn’t had this particular student but he was intrigued as to why he annoyed you so much

Wooyoung and San also both looked surprised

“He’s great in gym—like cooperative, doesn’t do stupid stuff too often—” San said “but that doesn’t usually mean anything about how they are in math class”

“No he’s great in history too” Wooyoung added “finishes all his work on time, helps his friends with theirs if he finishes”

Your eye might have twitched a little bit

You let out an unamused laugh and crossed your arms over your chest

Hongjoong was fascinated and quite enamored with this new side of you

“If he has time to help his friends then he should be working on the seven late assignments I’ve been reminding him about. He hasn’t turned in anything for two weeks”

Wooyoung gasped and covered his mouth

“You’re joking”

“I’ve talked to him about it twice and I warned him if I had to remind him a third time then I would email his parents” you said, shaking your head “Like I asked him if he’s understanding the material, if he’s got something going on at home, if he needs some help, and he’s giving me nothing to go off of”

Wooyoung smiled devilishly

“He’s been lying to me, then. I ask him every day if he has other classes to do stuff for and he says no. I will absolutely be getting on him about that”

San shook his head

“Teenagers” he sighed

Everyone nodded and repeated what he’d said

“Teenagers.”

After a moment of silence, Hongjoong spoke up

“How about (female student name, pleasant connotation)?”

The mood lifted immediately and everyone gave their own version of the word “aww”

“She is the highlight of my whole day” you said

“Seriously she’s so polite and she tries so hard even when she’s having a hard time” Wooyoung agreed

“Super athletic too” San added

“Ooh and (male student name, pleasant connotation)?” you said to another chorus of agreement “He’s kind of a punk sometimes but he’s another one that always does his best”

Hongjoong smiled

Complaining was fun, but he loved the light in your eyes when you talked about the parts of the job that you loved

Anyway as I said it was November and the Before Christmas faction of teachers was starting to get nervous because there was no sign of anything happening

They saw you walk out together more than usual but they didn’t know that you were meeting up outside of school and stuff

The kids were also more riled up about it than usual

To the point where Hongjoong wondered if the other teachers were inciting chaos on purpose

It was getting bad enough that one of his classes almost failed a test across the board—on a unit about rounding and converting fractions to decimals of all things

As in the easiest math ever

So Mr. Kim had to resort to drastic measures

At the beginning of all his classes, he drew a box on the edge of the whiteboard

“This is the nonsense box” he explained with a teacherly smile

That is to say frustrated but still filled with love for his students

“Every time one of you is talking about anything that is not related to class, a tally mark goes in the box. Each tally mark represents an extra fifteen seconds you get to sit in your seat after the bell rings”

A chorus of protest arose

“I don’t want to hear it” Mr. Kim shook his head “How many of you are planning on retaking last Friday’s test?”

About half of the hands in the room came up sheepishly

“Exactly. It’s because we’re constantly off topic that no one is able to listen and learn in here. We can do better, okay?”

And then immediately from the back of the room

“Ooh, Miss (L/N) just passed in the hall!!!”

And chorus of “Ooooooh”

Whether it was true or not, Hongjoong was happy to draw his first tally mark without a word

Just that same teacherly smile

Another round of protest came and he drew another one

After the third tally mark, they shut up

“Good. Let’s talk about coefficients. Has anyone heard that word before?”

Once again I will say it was November

And the month after November is December

And December is the month of Christmas

Not just Christmas break

But Christmas itself

And that meant that Hongjoong now

After coming back from a brief Thanksgiving break

Had only a few weeks to find you a Christmas present

Now he wasn’t thoughtless like this wasn’t the first time it had crossed his mind

It had just stressed him out wondering if he would have the guts to confess his feelings for you or if he would be outed somehow first

Plus in case y’all didn’t know teaching (especially teaching around the holidays) is stressful

He just imagined Christmas as this far off date that was too good to ever come

And so he hadn’t even had time to think about what to get you

Something for your classroom?

Something for your home?

A cute accessory?

A fun math shirt?

Not a gift card though that was far too impersonal

Nothing seemed good enough for you

If he were to deliver his feelings with a gift like any of these, it felt insufficient

Most lunches the last bit of November and the first week of December

(If not spent pestering you)

He spent fretting over his Amazon cart with his head in his hands

And then the most unfortunate miracle occurred

The heaters toward the math hall decided working at full capacity was a waste of tax dollars

And the weather was shaping up to be quite uncomfortable

Everyone started to bring blankets and stuff but it was never quite enough

Your classroom was especially cold, since it was the farthest down the hall

So Hongjoong was gifted an opportunity

He went and found one of those soft and cozy electric blankets

In a color he assumed to be your favorite considering how much you wore it and how many of the little trinkets around your classroom were that color

And he packaged it like he had meant to give it to you for Christmas anyway

Then he brought it for you the next day

You were sitting at your desk in your full winter outdoor gear with a blanket that did look cozy but thankfully was not electric

And your teeth were practically chattering as you waved hello

He still hadn’t taken off his coat or his gloves either actually

He set the present on your desk

“I was saving this for Christmas but I think you might need it more now” he told you with a grin

Your curiosity was suddenly piqued

You opened the gift cautiously, glancing up at him every few seconds

But as soon as you felt the material of the blanket, you perked up

And upon discovering that it was electric you could have cried

“I haven’t been able to feel my fingers since last week” you told him gratefully “Seriously I was trying to figure out how many space heaters I would need to buy to survive the winter”

“The department head has one in her classroom” he said “If you grab your old blanket and your laptop then you can let your new blanket heat up here while we hang out over there”

What a beautiful suggestion

The department head raised her eyebrow at the two of you coming in with blankets

But she smiled too when she saw you settling down in front of her heater

“Don’t tell anyone” she said “but sometimes I take a nap over there during lunch”

“Oh I see exactly why” you agreed, sitting cross-legged and setting your computer in your lap “I can literally feel my bones thawing out”

Hongjoong settled down a respectable distance from you

But he thought someone else was pranking him when he felt a blanket drape over his shoulders

He looked around, startled, and then he realized it was the other side of your blanket

You had thrown your blanket over him to share, even though he had one of his own

And now you were pulling his arm to get him to scoot closer to you

Was this a dream??

He would not be happy if his alarm rang

But no it was real and he happily obliged

You were sitting shoulder to shoulder again

Just like at the professional development workshop

Except this time it was so warm and cozy and there was definitely a much less professional vibe

The department head raised her eyebrow at you once again

But Hongjoong was way too enamored with your shy smile to notice

After just a few minutes in this cozy little haven

Your time was unfortunately cut short

Not by students arriving to school

But by Wooyoung poking his head into the classroom

“Oh I’ve been looking everywhere for you guys”

He stepped into the classroom and greeted its owner accordingly

She nodded as if to allow him permission to enter

“They have hot chocolate down in the teachers lounge” Wooyoung informed them “I figured you icicles back here in the freezer rooms would want some but it looks like you were hiding a—” he looked down at the two of you skeptically “campfire back here”

Wooyoung clearly thought he meant something by that but no one else knew what he was trying to say

So his last comment went ignored

“Do you want hot chocolate?” Hongjoong asked you “I can go get some for us”

“No it’s okay I’ll go with you”

Oh Wooyoung saw exactly what was going on here

Hongjoong did not

Hongjoong was a little confused—was his help becoming an awkward burden to you?

While Wooyoung saw the truth

You just wanted the excuse to walk with him

Now Wooyoung had two choices

He could step back and let you two walk down together, maybe say something to speed this math teacher romance along

Or he could third wheel

And who was Wooyoung if he didn’t pass up the chance to annoy?

Plus he had taken an oath once he started collecting bets that he wouldn’t try to swing the competition one way or another

And since telling you about the hot chocolate while you were together felt like pushing the competition faster, it felt right to pull it back a bit by getting in between you for a few minutes

So he offered hands to both of you to help you off the floor

“Let’s all go together then” he said “You should also find out if your campsite director wants any”

“Campsite director?” Hongjoong asked, shutting his computer

You also closed your computer and set it aside, looking around to figure out who Wooyoung was talking about

“Your gracious host this morning” he clarified, giving the department head a charming little wave

You both took Wooyoung’s hands at the same time and almost pulled him down with you in the process of standing up

As you straightened your pants, you asked the department head if she wanted you to bring her back any hot chocolate, to which she responded yes please

Wooyoung insisted on walking in the middle

And Hongjoong wondered if all of the patience he had acquired as a middle school teacher was going to be spent on not wringing this guy’s neck this morning

Fortunately Mr. Jung acted enough like one of Mr. Kim’s students that he was able to pretend he was one and just let it go

Unfortunately by the time they got back to the department head’s classroom kids were starting to show up so that was the end of artificial campfire cuddle time

But there was a silent agreement as you picked up your blankets and computers that you would be doing this again sometime

The first few weeks of December didn’t necessarily fly by but they did go by quickly in hindsight if that makes sense

And before everyone knew it

Christmas break was upon you

And there was no further progression of the math department couple

The Before Christmas teachers had gotten antsier and antsier right up until the day before break started

But thankfully no one had been worried enough to interfere

Hongjoong decided to stay in his classroom that day

(As if he didn’t stay in his classroom every day)

Because people had been giving him disappointed looks all over the school and he was tired of it

Even the principal had made a trip to Hongjoong’s classroom the Friday afternoon before everyone left

Just to tell him how disappointed he was that he hadn’t had the guts to make a move even when he knew the principal’s precious money was on the line

And ask him if you were secretly dating already and just didn’t want to make a big deal about it

But ultimately to wish him luck and a nice break

A few minutes after he left, you popped into his classroom

You had your bag and your coat and it looked like you were ready to head home

“Are you so ready to get out of here?” you asked

He stopped immediately in the middle of his task and slammed his laptop shut

Contract hours had ended a whole minute ago and he had wasted a whole minute still doing work? On break?

“Say no more” he said, standing up and putting his coat on “We should have left five minutes ago”

“Wholeheartedly agree” you replied “I would have but the principal visited me and I felt like I had to look like I was doing something”

Hongjoong froze

The principal had visited you too?

Why?

For what purpose?

Betting purposes?

This technically didn’t still count as Before Christmas Break right?

“That’s weird haha he came and visited me too, like ten minutes ago” he said with the normalest most unbothered tone he could manage

(He tried)

(His voice was not quite an octave higher than usual)

(Which is considerable improvement since it’s usually an octave and a half)

“Maybe he’s just making rounds” you said with a shrug “It’s nice to see how much he cares about this school. Definitely one of the better principals I’ve worked with”

Hongjoong relaxed perhaps too visibly

“Yeah if you need a guy to have your back he’s got it no question”

“Anyway if you don’t have any plans for the day after Christmas you should spend it with me”

If Hongjoong had been drinking something he would have choked

Even if he’d had plans in the first place he would have canceled them for you

“My day is wide open” he said “As is almost all of my break”

You smiled and his stomach did a flip

He wondered if it was ever going to stop doing that

He hoped not

“Mine too. If you’re bored, you can probably text me and I won’t be doing anything”

Was it cringe that he was now looking for technically his second Christmas present for you?

Yeah maybe but that was his lifestyle now

To quote N.Flying’s Lovefool “if they call me a lovefool it’s okay as long as it’s for your sake”

Even if you didn’t see him that way that was A-Okay

Anyway he found some cute little math-themed trinkets like pi earrings and a right triangle pin that said “I’m always right”

Because actually who are math teachers if they don’t like puns

And the morning after Christmas Day he wrapped them up all nice for you

And he got ready to meet you at a little restaurant you now frequented together

But this was actually like the first time he was meeting you on a whole day off so he had to figure out how to dress not like a teacher but still kinda nice

He had no idea

All of his pants were teacher pants

His shirts? All teacher shirts

He was way too good at dressing for his job

So he wore jeans instead of his usual khakis and hoped that was different enough?

He also layered one of his graph paper teacher shirts with a plain t-shirt underneath and didn’t button it up

He looked himself up and down in his mirror, trying different poses to make sure he looked like a Normal Guy

In the end he decided his hair was the only issue

He only knew how to style it in a teacherly fashion

And leaving it unstyled wasn’t an option

So he looked up some tutorials on some easy styles but he just could not see himself as anything other than a math teacher

So he gave up and just prayed that he looked okay

You looked perfect of course

The difference was subtle in theory but the way you dressed, the way you did your hair and makeup, it made for a world of difference

Oh you looked so gorgeous he was never going to get over it

Your eyes practically sparkled when you met him out front and man he thought before that he couldn’t be more in love with you but he was wrong

You did seem a little more awkward today than usual and he couldn’t figure out why

Like you almost seemed nervous

What for? It was just him

You got your food and he suddenly remembered the gifts in his pocket

“Oh!” he exclaimed, pulling them out “I know I gave you the blanket a few weeks ago but I found these and I knew you had to have them. Merry double Christmas?”

You covered your mouth to hide your laughter and your bite of food

“That’s so funny because I found something for you too”

And you pulled a little package out of your bag

Down bad wasn’t even a good descriptor anymore and neither was head over heels like there had to be a stronger silly description of being in love and if there wasn’t it would have to be invented for him

You had found him a shirt that said “Math is hard. So is life. Get over it.”

(Tbh an actual shirt that I own)

And he promised you he would be wearing it the day you all got back from break

As for his silly little gifts you adored them

You put the pi earrings in immediately and started brainstorming what do do with the other things out loud

He could not have been happier with himself

And then you caught him staring at you

You paused in your excited little ramblings

He sat up a little straighter, wondering what to say next

But you smiled and looked down at your plate

“You’re pretty cute, you know that?” you told him, unable to meet his eyes for more than a second

In front of you, his first instinct was to deny the possibility and he followed it without thinking

“Eh, no I’m not—not in comparison to you, anyway”

Hmm if he wanted to keep his feelings secret then that was not the thing to say

But you deserved to know it

Not just cute but beautiful

Heartstoppingly so

You took the compliment well anyway

“Have you ever thought…” you began, trailing off

You watched him as he waited for you to continue, his eyes wide and curious

“Never mind” you dismissed with a casual wave of your hand

“No hey what were you going to say?” he asked

“Nothing I just had a weird thought for a second”

“No no come on! You know I wouldn’t judge you for anything”

You hesitated again and he could see that same nervousness he’d noticed before

“Have you ever thought…I don’t know” you put your elbows up on the table “of us as more than friends? Like dating maybe?”

Once again he was going to be very upset if his alarm clock went off now

But even if this was a dream, there was no harm in saying it out loud

“Every day since the day I met you” he answered honestly

You blinked like you didn’t believe him

“You’d better not be joking because I mean this like I’m risking our whole professional relationship here—”

And then he realized

You literally had no idea about him

Genuinely no clue that the whole school knew exactly how you had him wrapped around your finger

Except you

“—on the slightest chance that you might feel the same way—”

“Hey” he stopped you softly “I would never joke about how I feel about you”

Embarrassment began to set in for both of you

“Seriously,” he said, holding back a laugh, “you can ask any of my students, any of the teachers. I think you were the last one to find out that I have a massive crush on you”

“Oh no you’re kidding!” you exclaimed, your hands coming up to hide your face

“I really wish I were—Wooyoung has two rounds of bets going with the teachers about when and how we would end up dating. It’s just about me though—I don’t think anyone else knew about you”

You buried your face further in your hands

“That is so embarrassing” you whined “Seriously I might kill Wooyoung when we get back from break”

“I’ll help you” he promised

You ended up deciding to tell the other teachers on account of the bets they had placed on you

But you asked them not to tell the kids

Hongjoong was comfortable dealing with them at this point and he didn’t see the point in subjecting you to the attention he got about it

Speaking of the bets

No one won any of them technically

The two categories were before/after Christmas break and you notice/he confesses

And since you confessed during Christmas break well

As tempting as it would have been to say that you two deserved the money

(Especially on those teacher salaries)

You just made Wooyoung give it back to everyone who had put money down

And honestly? Very little about your at school dynamic changed

The kids still teased Hongjoong every day about his obvious soft spot for you

But he didn’t care because he knew better than they did anyway

You did actually start to notice now that kids were gossiping about you and Hongjoong

And it was really funny actually

Especially when he stopped by your classroom and the kids went dead silent watching you

Or when you left his classroom and you heard the kids explode with their weirdo little preteen comments from just outside in the hallway

Wooyoung insisted on telling you about every time you were mentioned in his classroom

This included the story about the girl rejecting a boy because quote no one can like anyone as much as Mr. Kim likes Miss (L/N) enquote

And you about died from laughter and embarrassment

Because how had you missed every single sign thrown your way??

It was so obvious now that you were dating him and you knew why he spent as much time as physically and contractually possible in your classroom

Because like I said very little about your at school dynamic changed

He still treated you almost exactly the same way

Except now if you were having a bad day he could hug you and kiss you on the head and tell you that everything would be okay and you were a good teacher

And if he got cold he could come to your classroom and have you sit on his lap while you shared your blanket

You were very very careful with any displays of affection by the way like it was only behind a locked door that you would even dare

Because firstly unprofessional

A literal breach of the code of ethics more likely than not

And secondly what if the kids saw you???

The other teachers were whatever like you didn’t really want them to walk in on you either but at least they were other adults

But the kids???

There were already too many rumors flying around the school about you and they did not need a even whispering of confirmation

The end of that came of course when you got engaged like a year or so later idk and you showed up to school with a ring on your finger and the kids went wild

“Mr. Kim she has a ring!!!”

“Mr. Kim what are you going to do?? She’s gonna get married!!”

“Mr. Kim you must be heartbroken”

You had prepared for this together

You had known it was coming so you knew you had to be ready for the chaos it was going to cause

So you had decided that he would also start wearing a ring to match even before the wedding

So to all his very concerned students he got to hold up his hand and say in the coolest most chic manner possible

“And who do you think gave her the ring huh?”

It was like setting off a nuclear bomb of middle school gossip but it was so worth it

Anyway breaking the chronological flow going back in time because this needed to be the last scene

The cutest change with your at school dynamic now that you were dating was now you could exchange secret messages on sticky notes with the papers you traded

He started it by handing you a test key to check with a sticky note on the top that you assumed was a label for what the test was

But on closer inspection it was a pickup line

“The limit of my love for you is like the limit of 1/x as it approaches 0; it doesn’t exist”

So you wrote back on the same sticky note “well mine is like 1/x^2 and it approaches infinity so there” and handed it back to him once you checked his key

Not to be outdone he wrote you a new note

“Girl are you a 30° angle inscribed in a circle because you’re acute-y pi”

Oh that one was bad

You had to give him something worse

“If we’re both math teachers, how come we have so much chemistry?”

You handed him that one in between classes

And as he read it he had to disguise his sudden laughter as a cough because there were kids around and they didn’t need to be curious about what he was laughing at

His next sticky note had a crease down the middle horizontally

128√e980

You recognized it immediately but you folded it in half to reveal the secret message anyway

“I love you”

So you gave him back “I hope you like fractions because you’re my other half”

You stored all these away in a little file on your computer titled “Valentine’s Day Math Jokes”

Maybe for some future Valentine’s Day activity

But mostly just to keep them all somewhere safe where you could look at them any time you wanted

Without some kid being like “oooh Miss (L/N) whatcha lookin at”

Your favorite note from him was about as simple and dorky as they came

Much like Hongjoong himself actually

Simplify 2x+6i<2(x+9u)

First you distributed the 2 on the right

2x+6i<2x+18u

Then since there was a 2x on both sides, you could subtract them and cancel them

6i<18u

Then divide by 6

And the answer made you smile every time

i<3u

(so I know how I wrote this so fast actually. I just have a goal to write 250+ words every day and uh pretty much every day of the month of January ended up dedicated to this one. Someone said Math Teacher Hongjoong and I (graduated in December with a math teaching degree, student taught in a middle school for 4 months) went feral over it whoops)

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softfem-dom · 1 month ago

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the girl interrupted syndrome 🐇 ,, featuring MENTAL HOSPITAL x-men AU

" why do these eyes of mine cry? " bot m.list

You're just a poor unfortunate soul that has been shown the worst faces of earth, of humanity. You're broken, at least your mindheart is. Will you be able to find solace within the halls of Xavier's Centre for Troubled Youngsters?

that's solely up to you, dear user.

⌢⠀ ★ .ᐟ

XMEN BOT SERIES !

I N T R O D U C T I O N !

hello and welcome to this little idea of mine that has popped into my head just recently! have you ever dreamed of some tooth rotting fluff with your favourite superheros holding your hand every step of the way to your recovery? or are you the kind that just wants the most gut-wrenching angst to feast on because we like to make ourselves cry?

Either way, here —if anything related to mental health recovery fics calls out to you— you'll find exactly that!

this is a compilation, an ongoing character ai bot series, about (some of)the different x-men characters working as staff in the Mental Health Care Hospital you've been admitted to!

For what? Well, that's up to what you want to request and yes I'll write for any and all mental health cases (or two/three at a time).

These are bots made explicitly for platonic use and diversity means, I don't care if your illness is barely spoken about. You ask me and I deliver! This is about you, dear reader!

MEET THE WORKING STAFF !

Charles Xavier —head psychologist, founder of the Centre. sadly not available for requestable bots :(

Jean Grey —head nurse, she gives the meds and handles the infirmary.

Ororo Munroe —general nurse, watches over the kids and their needs.

Scott Summers —general nurse, watches over the kids and their needs. on guard duty when you go out to the garden.

Logan Howlett —general nurse, only takes late evenings and night shifts. war veteran, surgeon just incase you try something kid.

Hank McCoy —psychologist, handles the talks and the exams.

Remy Lebeau —chef, he makes the meals for the kids. might sneak you a sweet or two if you're feeling down.

Kurt Wagner —pastoral consuelor, he's just a nice christian guy that tries to offer reassurance and be there for the kids. he cares for them while teaching those who want about the god above

Wade Wilson —'child' entertainer, he comes in twice a week to run activities to keep you all going. might not or might've tried to sneak you out once or twice to take you out for ice cream.

BOT REQUESTS FOR THIS SERIES ARE OPEN! any mental health issues and illness are welcomed, specially those that don't get that much recognition! you can request any character from those above except charles and you must dive a bit into the scenario you want!

ex : hey, I would like a Hank Mccoy bot where he has the weekly talk with suicidal user and he notices that she's starting to make self-depricating jokes/comments again. Thank you! <3

⚠ YOU NEED TO SPECIFY THE MENTAL ISSUE AND IF IT'S NOT REALLY WELL KNOWN GIVE IT'S FULL MEDICAL NAME SO I CAN SEARCH IT UP!!! ⚠

go wild !

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swagglessmoth · 1 month ago

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Badly made comic of And So The Moon Wept bc it just finished and I’m devastated

‼️CHAPTER 15 SPOILERS‼️

I wanted to make one more page between the second and third bc pacing, but I didn’t wanna rethink all three of those pages’ compositions. It’s pretty ass bc it’s all sketches, but the last ones came out pretty decent I think👍

(Don’t look at the house too closely, I really didn’t wanna look at a reference so I just freestyled it)

Scrapped versions bc idk

Now that that’s out the way, I’ll start with the ranting, you can leave now this is for me

THE ENDING⁉️ DAMN⁉️⁉️⁉️

I would start rereading immediately to see all the details and analyze the psychology of the ‘tsukuyomi world’ characters BUT I unfortunately have my global exams next week 🥲

Warning for -1000 media literacy‼️ while writing all this I remembered that my memory is bad an my analytical skills are even worse! So be warned :p

BUT ANYWAY!! This was a top tear fanfic, seriously at no point did I consider the infinite tsukuyomi as a possibility. And I think this has to do with the fact that the psychology and individual lives of the characters in this dream were so well developed. There’s so many POVs! And they’re so complex and detailed!! Really makes you wonder if this was really the tsukuyomi or if Kakashi’s consciousness was sent to a different world all together. Which is what makes it so terribly tragic. Kakashi lived so many years in this perfect world just to regain all his memories and find out that it really was all fake, a world made up entirely of his own fantasies.

Oh and what a fantasy it was, getting hit by that boulder and fucking dying! The only reason he got to live was bc of ‘Hound’ (which could be interpreted as his consciousness telling him to wake tf up). Everything felt so wrong to Kakashi not because he noticed this things weren’t right, but bc he was never meant to live in this world. This was the prefect reality for everyone around him, his dream, a world without him (FUCK BRO💔💔💔💔). Which is the reason why I think the characters are so three dimensional in this dream, maybe, idk bro I just made this up.

But even then, things don’t exactly add up (if you think about it they do BUT SHHHHHH LET ME DREAM). Why did some characters suffer so much if this was meant to be a better world for everyone else? Why did Rin’s parent’s die? Why did Sakumo try suicide so many times?

We know Rin’s and Obito’s relationship started declining when Rin didn’t believe Obito when he swore up and down that Kakashi was somehow alive (which IS Hound’s fault in a way, he saved Kakashi and that’s why Obito saw Kakashi sinking into the ground, making him believe that Kakashi didn’t die), but it goes farther than that. Rin’s real problem with Obito was that he was so stuck on his dead teammate that he neglected the rest of his living team, Kakashi was literally everything he thought about to the point it started negatively affecting others (which, yeah him being obsessed is pretty normal considering that Kakashi was part of the reason he activated his sharingan and THE reason he activated the Mangekyo). So what did he do? Go hang out with the one other person who would ALSO only think of Kakashi all day, Sakumo. Obito eventually accepted that Kakashi was dead, but he and Rin never reconnected.

Was this really the perfect ending for them? Come on tsukuyomi, you’re more creative than that.

For some reason I think that the tsukuyomi was freestyling all this. Bc (by my interpretation) the point of Kakashi’s dream was that he died at Kannabi Bridge instead of Obito, period. The rest is extra stuff bc their lives have to go on ig? Or maybe the infinite tsukuyomi is really big brained and depicted a realistic depiction of 🖐️🖐️🖐️HOLD THE FUCK UP I’M DUMB I JUST FIGURED SMTH OUT

Bro this is why I need to reread this instead of talking to myself when I don’t remember half the details in the fic.

OK SO HOUND DID FUCK SHIT UP🔥🔥🔥

I was trying to think why Sakumo would be alive (if my shit theory above was true, which it isn’t but I’m not deleting all that) AND IT WAS BC SAKUMO NOT KILLING HIMSELF IS HIS PERFECT WORLD 😭😭😭😭. The one thing I’m not so sure ab is Kannabi (I bet if I keep writing this I’ll find the answer) bc Obito WAS gonna get hit by that rock, but hey, he entered the dream after the Obito reveal so maybe his consciousness already knew he would survive, so maybe he’d just appear later in the dream idk. BUT BRO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WAS HE ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO COME BACK HOME TO HIS DAD??? AND THEN HIS CONSCIOUSNESS KICKED IN AND HE SAVED OBITO INSTEAD??!!,.. oh I’m sick, this is so evil

That would literally make everything make sense. He derailed the dream so bad that it fucked everything up, making it no longer a perfect world but more similar to reality. If he really was supposed to die, then why did his death have such negative repercussions on everyone he loves? It that was his dream, wouldn’t it be a better world with everybody happy? He wasn’t supposed to die at Kannabi but Hound appeared and saved Obito from a rock, causing a massive butterfly effect.

Pretty romantic if you asked me, “I would leave behind my perfect world just to save you form getting hurt” like damn, it’s not like he remembered that Obito survived at this point in time, but still STOPP I’M DOING IT AGAIN I’M FOCUSING ON THE DETAILS AND NOT THE BIGGER PICTURE AAAA

El cazador de elefantes by Def Con Dos is a pretty good song, hm

Where was I going with this? Don’t remember tbh

This is kinda long, I’m stopping here. Bye internet void ✌️

#and so the moon wept #astmw #kakashi hatake #obkk #kakaobi #kkob #obikaka #obito uchiha #fic rec #bro imagine this wasn’t tsukuyomi but Kakashi’s consciousness really was sent to another reality #obito salty bc it’s midnight and they have a mission tomorrow: wtf do you mean what colour is the moon #kakashi stressed bc he just regained all his memories and all these years might’ve not been real: just respond bro #obito being sarcastic: well obviously it’s red! 😒🙄#and then kakashi fucking dies #it would be so funny actually #oh YOUR kakashi’s dead #ours is just fine over there #points at the most depressed man alive #the reading comprehension devil got me bro #dw I just need a few days to think all the story over #i’m just too excited now that it’s over and am focusing too much on details #and many of the details I don’t remember yet bc my memory is ass

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sinnbaddie · 7 months ago

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To say that Kakashi and Gai’s relationship (talking solely platonic rn) was mostly about him helping Kakashi cope with the loss of Obito is disingenuous to Kakashi and all of his relationships.

Any person is going to be traumatized after seeing someone — much less their teammate — be crushed to death under a rock. Kakashi is shown to be someone susceptible to depression due to 1. His environment 2. His initial beliefs and 3. His genetic line. Of course his life is going to be centered around one of the most traumatic experiences of his life, romanticizing it is so hurtful to his character because it destroyed him - and if Kishimoto actually cared about expanding other character relationships instead of making a “generational duo that falls apart” + wasn’t a misogynistic writer, Rin’s death would be the bigger influence on his life than Obito’s.

Yes, Gai had to help him numerous times in his grief but it wasn’t solely or even mainly about Obito. Rin was an absolute vital point in Kakashi’s downfall into chaos. The self harm he inflicted upon himself, the self hatred, the self shame. He became a whole different person after he was forced to kill her. I would say Kakashi’s father Sakumo is by far the biggest influence on him. He wouldn’t have needed any speech of “your father was a hero” by Obito if it wasn’t for Sakumo. His personality of today is thanks to his father’s own death.

Gai and Kakashi’s friendship is almost entirely about them when they’re in scenes together. Look at the chunin exams, look at any scene in the land of steam arc, look at their race, etc. naturally there will be grief the two bring to the relationship and it’s on them to work it out separately, together and with other people which did happen.

You’re actively ignoring every other character that has shaped and formed who Kakashi is by saying Obito is the biggest and only reason he is who he is. Gai is one of the strongest reasons why Kakashi is as motivated and strong as he is. Kakashi would’ve absolutely died at some point in (general) anbu if Gai didn’t pull him out and he was slipping so far when he was in it because of Rin and Minato.

Kakashi’s heart does not “belong” to Obito because he’s in love with Obito and can’t get over him, his heart belongs to the people he loves because that’s who Kakashi is at his core - a lover. He’s a person who cares so deeply, even for people he doesn’t necessarily like or get along with.

Kakashi is a person who is shaped by everybody in his life, that’s why he is one of the best written Naruto characters. He feels like a real person because real people are influenced by everyone in their life, in every way. It’s unfortunate to see those who call themselves Kakashi fans only to mischaracterize, limit and erase the bonds he was written to have to prop up one single bond for your ship.

Do you care for this character? His themes, parallels, relationships and writing? or is he just a placeholder / self insert for shipping content?

#and saying kk is all healthy until Obito comes along and he’s a ‘whimpering mess’ where all his progress falls out the window #is so weird on a psychological level #because Obito isn’t be the only trigger for Kk’s trauma #if Rin was brought back and he faced her in any way he would shatter in ways he didn’t seeing Obito #I get so frustrated and upset when Rin especially isn’t mentioned in his trauma because she is the one that we see destroy Kakashi #not even Minato’s death caused him such trauma #even if he didn’t make that promise to Obito to keep her safe he’s too devoted to his loved ones #it would’ve killed him the same way if he didn’t make the promise #Gai and Kakashi’s friendship is not centered around Obito and if it was they wouldn’t be happy like they were in the land of steam arc #i love shopping Kakashi but I will not mischaracterize him and erase his influences to make my ship look better #and people PLEASE start mentioning Sakumo because he is THE beginning piece of the puzzle #you cannot have Kakashi without his trauma from his father #I just get so sad seeing Kakashi’s very real grief and trauma be interpreted as obsession and romance for Obito #like on a reality standpoint that’s just fucking weird to do #anti obkk #anti obikaka #kakashi hatake #maito gai #rin nohara #sakumo hatake #obito uchiha #minato namikaze #sins meta #naruto meta

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greenandsorrow · 11 months ago

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"Boytoy"

WARNINGS; sexual references, ken x fem!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, ken finding out about periods, fluff & happy ending, plot doesn't connect with the movie, probably grammar mistakes

Bonus Part

After their rather intense night they just got comfy under the covers, this time with Ken being the big spoon. Y/n was laying her head on his chest, just where his plastic heart is, his heartbeat lulling her into a deep sleep. Our lucky Ken had his arms wrapped around y/n's frame, while nuzzling the top of her head, inhaling the flowery scent of her shampoo, feeling his eyelids getting heavier.

Since that day they've been inseparable. Ken figured out how to control his waking up in the real world or in Barbieland. He was also informed that there's a portal to y/n's world at his favourite beach. Y/n's house has become his own and she was happy and patient to get him used to human activities such as going out for a snack, walking her home after her classes and so on.

Life is good, it's sublime. Y/n is looking forward to Ken's surprise for her birthday...she was able to figure out what it was but she'd never reveal that to her giddy man. Ken is planning to take her to Barbieland for a day and that means she can meet her childhood friends, the Barbies.

Currently, Ken is waiting for y/n at her apartment because she had exams to take. He is so proud of her for the silliest of accomplishments so y/n can hardly imagine the excitement he feels for her determination and wit at studying. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the mood for celebrating, or making out, or having a tickling session, or watching horse documentaries. Ken was devastated.

Y/n went straight to her bedroom to change into the fluffiest pyjamas possible before curling up next to Ken and letting out a deep sigh.

"Why did it have to happen today out of all days?!"

Ken is puzzled by her statement. His expression is rather adorable as he tries to understand what is going on in her head. He finally speaks in a sheepish but also curious manner.

"What did happen today that shouldn't have y/n?"

She huffs and buries her face in his arm. She is already tired from all the studying, frustrated with her headaches and exasperated from the too familiar cramps.

"It's nothing Ken...", she murmurs.

Under any other circumstances she would've been delighted to share this part of her human experience with Ken...however the thought of having to break down what periods are to her blonde partner has y/n riled up now.

Ken is of course too dramatic at his reaction to her dismissive answer. He takes an expression of pure heartbreak.

"Are you bored of me?! Oh no y/n!"

Y/n can't help but chuckle a bit and her mood lightens up. He can't be so pure, it's infuriatingly cute.

"It's my period Ken, it's not your fault I act like so grim..."

Ken's confusion is comically obvious and she decides to explain what needs to be explained.

By the end of her primary school teaching moment, Ken is looking at her with a new kind of awe. If women weren't fabulous enough before in his blue eyes, they definitely are now.

And so another monthly ritual is added to Ken's list of being y/n's hype man. He makes a huge, too bright and silly looking calendar and writes down his human's days of the month. She always has a bag of chocolates and plush toys waiting for her, maybe a flower or a cowboy accessory. Y/n has a whole collection at this point. The best part, though, is what comes after the marked days on the calendar end....

Let's just say Ken's libido is that of a teenager's and how could she complain when she's ovulating?

notes~~

Well, that's it... the little happy ending I had promised. Boytoy was the first thing I ever posted on here and the first thing I wrote in general for the public eye🥺 Looking back, I know I could have done it better, but I don't want to be ungrateful because Boytoy made my blog gain an audience. I want to expand my writing on other fandoms so stay tuned! Thanks for all the support <33

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yumenoberu · 1 month ago

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Tamaki with a s/o from the Black Magic Club

Tamaki Suoh x gn!reader

warnings: none!!

published: 11/13/24

author’s note: I’ve been trying to develop this idea for a while but could not (for the life of me) think of a specific scenario for a long-form fic with this setup in mind, so I just decided to write my scattered thoughts as headcanons!! Sorry if its disorganized btw this is basically composed of just my yapping. If you end up liking the idea and have specific scenarios in mind feel free to drop a request 🙏🏻

Tamaki possesses an affable, generally accepting, and even enthusiastic attitude toward things that are unfamiliar to him.

But despite his bearing, it all comes crumbling down at the very thought of the Black Magic Club, Ouran Academy’s fashionable group of occult and gothic enthusiasts. The bunch the Host Club is significantly acquainted with because the former quite literally live within their walls

Due to Tamaki’s natural idiocy, he’s aggravated the Black Magic Club in the past—an unfortunate amount of times. Like when he mistakenly stepped on the Beelzenef, the hooded president Nekozawa’s precious cursed doll, and was made to believe he was banished into another dimension when he took his exams—to name one of many instances.

Falling victim to their wrath left him traumatized. Now whenever their mystic neighbors are concerned, the guy loses all his 5 senses and regresses into a cowering, pitiable toddler

Considering Tamaki’s troubled relations with the group, a romance between him and someone who’s a member would be difficult but of course, never impossible~

Tamaki really strikes me as the perfect candidate for the ‘he fell first and harder’ ‘trope’, especially with this setup

It’d be cute to see him fall for someone even despite fearing their primary interests

It’d likely be a slow start—but it really depends on how his s/o reacts or responds. For his side, he’ll just be doing his best to be open-minded and yet failing to completely embrace it due to his panic.

I can see him willing himself to attend one of their weekly masses but he ends up making a run for the door, his flight senses kicking off in pure terror, as soon as he hears a low-rumbling voice expelled from the distorted speakers.

Just a thought- It’d be kinda cute if s/o was a tease, wouldn’t it? Intentionally or otherwise.

It’s really hard to fault Tamaki though, it’s a world of knowledge completely alien to him. His genuine and loving nature and the legitimate efforts he makes to understand and welcome the occult so he can, in turn, understand and welcome this inherent side of his s/o is something that everyone should admire and s/o should see that!!

Be kind to him T-T ik its fun to tease but there's only so much he can do before he burns himself with the heatwaves of his own love in attempts to accommodate his lover

His acceptance and adaptability will grow alongside his affections, slowly but surely

In due time, I can't particularly see him being immune to all things occult–as squeamish and over-reactive as he is, and I highly doubt he would participate in any sort of black magic activities on his own will

Basically, I imagine Tamaki to be tolerant of it, knowing its something that means a lot to his love, you’ll never find him never going out of his way to strike them down by showing contempt for it; the day he, in his right mind, hurts s/o’s feelings is the day he sends himself into the astral planes

Just hope s/o understands his limits and doesn’t play with his feeble heart too much!

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respocked · 4 months ago

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I'm thinking about work anyway so fuck it

Star Trek Public Primary School AU 🛸 !

Kirk

-the headmaster!

-went into education because of his own unfortunate childhood

-has an uncanny ability to tell which student has a bad home life

-remembers everyone's name, even if you went to his school 5 years ago for 2 months

-misbehaving teenagers send to his office get some candy and a motivational speech that changes the course of their lifetime

-most days can be found hovering suspiciously outside of spock's classroom

-way better with older students, 12-13 - has absolutely 0 idea what to do with young children

-which is awkward when while waiting for spock outside his classroom he tries to make small talk with them (-so... son... read any good books lately? -i can't read!)

Spock

- teaches early education, 6 to 9 year olds

-greatly overqualified for the position, had a human psychology degree, interspecies child development degree, highly regarded in scientific community

-could be teaching university but prefers to spend his time sitting on carpets with children drawing clouds

-his class is extremely nontraditional - no desks, sitting on the floor, tons of meditation, classes in nature

-does not adhere to the program at all but somehow his classes always score the best on all exams

-turned down a position in a trendy montessori school for a public one

-parents either go out his way for their child to attend his class or request someone else - either from homophobic or xeniphobic reasons

Uhura

-the school's cultural assistant!

-also runs student exchanges with other countries and planets

-speaks every minority language that has representation in the student body

-also a substitute teacher

-she can give a super interesting lessons

-but takes 0 shit from students who won't respect her

-runs an extracurricular activity with spock when she teaches immigrant and refugee students to express their emotions with music

-is the best at pitching a project idea for funding, which is why her office and spock's classrom are the best equipped ones in the school

-spock's bestie, they hang out after work (gay/lesbian solidatity)

-still lives with her parents, they're super close

-wants to date but it's too boring compared to writing another lesson plan

Bones

-the school nurse! & in charge of nutrition

-teenagers are afraid of him

-small children absolutely love him

-takes his daughter to work and lets her draw with crayons on his important papers

-also constantly in spock's classroom, but to complain

-"damnit, spock! give them all the vulcan cuisine you want, but don't send them crying to me after they get an allergic reaction!"

-"meditation? maybe have them meditate on doing some real work for once"

-but when parents with pitchforks come to complain abt spock's methods he defends him like a lion

-he sends them piles after piles of scientific proof of why spock's method are actually the bestest and most efficient

-when kirk thanks him for stepping in he pretends like he doesn't know what he's talking about

Chapel

-teaches sex ed!

-the sweetest teacher ever

-one of those teachers that noone is intimidated by but noone disobeys because noone wants to makes her upset

-uses her Blonde White Straight Pretty Woman priviledge to convince reluctant parents to sign up their kids for sex ed

-goes All Out on halloween tho

-you know she is there, dressed like a witch, running an educational halloween themed activity! paper bats hanging from the ceiling!

-has gluten free and vegan candy in case the winners have a food sensivity!

-has a secret crush on Uhura and Spock both

Chekov

-teaches IT

-burned out miracle kid

-graduated university when he was younger than his current students

-lets students play roblox on the computers

-and teaches them how to torrent

-somehow noone from the faculty knows where he lives

-background check turns up nothing

-"did you know computers were invented in russia?"

-puts 0 effort in but somehow his students love him

-little girls take sneak photos of him to edit in a flower crowns

Scotty

-teaches a woodworking & engineering class and does janitor duties on the side!

-like kirk, absolutely 0 idea on how to treat younger kids

-strict

-has to be, no joking around power tools!

-but you know praise from him hits different

-will tell students he's proud of them when they make theit first little table

-can fix everything

-say "this interactive blackboard is broken!" three times to summon him

-marries to his career, teaching fulfills his paternal calling

Sulu

-teaches biology!

-rule follower

-stressed out about exams 3 years before his students

-not very inventive but everyone wants his class because there is a hamster in the classroom

-classroom full of houseplants

-if you agree to water them when he's away you will receive a 50 page manual on proper misting techniques

-not strict at all but will give a dressing down to a student who is seen treating a living thing badly

-can be bribed with plants

#disclaimer - this is not consistent with american schools #idk how they work ive never been #star trek tos #star trek the orginal series #spock #kirk #star trek AU #star trek headcanons

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renthony · 6 months ago

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Hi! Could you talk about what it’s like being an independent media researcher and how you became one? Did you go to school for communications or media studies? How do you make money?

I’m about to graduate college and I really want to go into the media studies field but I haven’t really figured out what the best way for me to do that is. I have a lot of similar research interests as you (animation, censorship, media analysis, queer media) and I’m disabled so I’ve been worried about not having the energy for a traditional 9 to 5 sort of job, so I’d love to hear more about how you’re able to do the research you’re passionate about!

Honestly, I got here by accident, and I'm still figuring things out as I go. I don't make much money and right now I feel like my work is in a period of transition. I have plans, but some days it feels like I'm barely making baby steps.

I started writing when I was pretty young, and I read every single "how to write" guide I could get my hands on via the library or bookstore. I wrote constantly. Short stories, various false starts at baby's first novel, even newsletters for school activities and community clubs. I was most focused on fiction at first, but I learned a lot about nonfiction as well.

I got involved in online writing communities back when forums were still a big deal, and I joined Twitter back in 2009 when it was still new and there was a massive author and freelancer community. (Anyone else remember before retweets were a thing? We had to copy, paste, and manually type out "RT @[user]" like barbarians.) I learned an absolute fuckton about the craft and the industry by talking directly with other writers, literary agents, editors, and various other people in the field. From the time I was like 14, I was interacting with professional writers, sharing my work for feedback, and racking up rejection letters from magazines and literary agents (which was a badge of honor in the communities I was hanging out in, because it meant you were working hard and refusing to quit). When I was 17, my best friend even scraped together money from their shitty fast food job to pay for us to attend a major writing conference in Denver, where we participated in all kinds of classes and panels with industry professionals.

My mother was also writing at the time, and I got a lot of support from her. She had a blog that got a decent amount of interaction, because this was right around the rise of the Mommy Blogger and my mom wrote from the perspective of a socially-isolated tattooed punk mom who never planned to have kids (which was unusual in a landscape of perfect housewives with perfect photogenic babies with weirdly-spelled Mormon names they chose when they were kids). Eventually my mom started writing for a website owned by Yahoo, to supplement the household income while staying home to care for my little siblings. When I decided I wanted to take a whack at freelancing, she gave me a lot of advice on how to get started. I also had a writing class at school taught by a teacher who made it a class project to submit to magazines, so I basically got a head-start on freelance life. I wrote a lot of random articles for a website that's since gone defunct, and I submitted a lot of short stories to contests and magazines. Didn't really make a lot of money, but I learned a ton and got a lot of experience.

When I made it to college, I studied anthropology and French. I'd planned to study history, but switched my track after a single semester because anthropology suited me better. I took a lot of AP classes in high school and did well on all the standardized testing, so I managed to get a full academic scholarship and skip right past a few of my gen eds. Unfortunately for me, I had a lot of difficult life experiences during that time period, and I started to struggle in pretty much everything that wasn't directly related to my degree. I failed Latin so bad I didn't bother to go to the final exam, because even a perfect grade wouldn't have saved me. I fucked up my algebra grade beyond salvation. Those two classes alone tanked my GPA enough that I lost my academic scholarship, and I wound up dropping out entirely. Grades in my required courses were solid, but the scholarship requirements meant I had to do well across the board or lose my funding.

My mother still has debt from getting loans to pursue a master's degree, and I knew damn well I didn't want that kind of student debt piling up on me, so I opted for dropping out. Sometimes I regret it a little, but I honestly think it was the best option. I was having so much emotional upheaval on top of the academic stress that I needed time away to figure myself out. I graduated high school early, so I was like two years younger than everyone around me, and I didn't have many friends. I lived at home and came to campus just long enough to go to class, so I had nothing in common with my classmates who lived in dorms and participated in campus activities. I missed orientation because I registered late, the administration sent me to the transfer student registration day instead of the new student registration day, and I didn't get any "here's how you navigate university life" support. I didn't know I was supposed to have a one-on-one academic advisor for a year and a half, and when I finally met him, his only comment on the matter was, "wow, I wondered why you hadn't come to see me yet!" without any sort of inquiry into how a fuckup on that scale was allowed to happen in the first place. I wasn't set up for success by university administration, and I burnt out hard. I dropped out.

My wife encouraged me to do what was going to be best for me mentally instead of letting finances dictate my next step. She had a steady job, and even though we were still pretty broke, her support let me drop out of college and focus on recovery. A lot of people gave me shit because their perception was that I was dropping out of college to become "just a housewife," and they couldn't fathom why. From my perspective, I'd been given a lifeline.

I took care of our shitty little one-bedroom apartment. I read a lot of books and played a lot of Minecraft. When I felt up to it, I did some more freelancing. My wife was working unholy hours in a factory and we didn't get to spend much time together. I started doing tarot reading as a side hustle, and we started making vague plans to move somewhere better for us, but saving up was hard.

Things felt stagnant for a long time. I didn't write very much, I wasn't really doing anything related to my studies. I wrote when I had energy, and I kept scraping together extra cash doing tarot readings while my wife started working a new job in a lumber yard. Her support is the only reason I was able to recover and figure myself out, so big shout-out to my beloved working woman wifey. God, I love her.

Eventually we packed up and moved to a different state so we could be closer to my family. I got a job baking for a coffee shop. I wrote whenever I could. When I got laid off from the coffee shop, I realized there was no way in hell I could keep working a regular job without sacrificing my health, so I went back to writing full-time. (The Queen of Cups was written during this period.)

At some point I started getting back into anthropology and history research, just for fun. I didn't have money to finish my degree, but I had enough academic experience to know how to track down and evaluate good sources. I wasn't really trying to do anything for career purposes, I was just incredibly bored and wanted to study something again, so I got really, really into studying local history. Once I read everything I could about that, I jumped to another topic I was interested in, and then another. Media studies became my biggest focus as a natural outgrowth of my interests in speculative fiction, animation, and the history of the entertainment industry. I studied anthropology in school because I loved learning how and why humans do the things we do, and media studies always felt like an obvious facet of that. It's part of why I was always obsessed with cave paintings and paleolithic sculptures--people make art! It's what we do! It's what we've always done!

Anyway, I now live in a university town that has resources available to the public, and I have friends who work in various university libraries or as professors. I started making use of whatever I could get access to. I read a lot of nonfiction books from independent researchers pursuing their own passion projects, I got really into video essays on YouTube, and I had the epiphany that you don't actually have to finish college to study and write about things as long as you put in the quality research and source all your information. At some point I started calling it my "DIY academia," which my university-employed friends found utterly delightful.

Honestly, I credit my formal-academia friends with a lot. They've all been an incredible source of support and reassurance, and have helped me track down quite a few sources I was having trouble getting my hands on. Everyone do yourself a favor and make friends with someone who works in a university library.

I started a Patreon several years ago (in like 2017 I think?), primarily for my fiction writing, but there's plenty of other things that have shown up there over the years (art, cosplay, essays, etc.). As I started getting more into my DIY academia, folks started expressing interest in seeing me write about it. My tumblr posts about media generated a decent amount of attention, I'd managed to build up a platform, and it wasn't hard to say, "okay, screw it: I have freelance experience and I know how to write a paper, does anyone want to pay me for it?"

I haven't been submitting to existing publications like I used to, mostly because I don't have a decent portfolio assembled. My old freelance work in high school and college was for a platform that closed down a decade ago, and no matter how popular they get I can't bring myself to include tumblr posts alongside professional credits. My current plan is to build a portfolio on my website showing off the commissions I've been taking, and then start submitting to magazines and newspapers again between my other work. I'd love to eventually write for something like Polygon or IGN.

It's hard. I love research, I love writing, and I love sharing information with people, but having to DIY everything is really, really hard. I often feel like I'm just throwing nonsense into the void in the hope someone will like it and leave a tip in my Ko-Fi. I don't have formal academic credentials beyond "I was planning my senior thesis about the ethics of investigating ancient burial sites, but then I dropped out." I just have a neurodivergent brain, a handful of special interests, a wife who works the graveyard shift in a lab to pay our bills, and the ability to hyperfixate on research for absurd lengths of time.

The most common advice I used to get about freelancing is that you just have to keep throwing things at the wall to see what sticks. It's been years since then, but I think the advice still applies. Read a lot, learn a lot, and write about the things you're most interested in. Search around and look for magazines and newspapers and websites that accept unsolicited freelance submissions. Read the other articles they publish to see how your work stacks up. Submit, submit, submit. Rake in rejection letters and keep them as a reminder of how hard you're working. If you're up for it, start a Patreon to post the things you don't submit elsewhere. The worst thing that can happen is that people don't give you money, but maintaining it still helps you lay the groundwork for a portfolio and a reader base.

I deal with a lot of hellacious impostor syndrome. I worry a lot that I'm just a hack who doesn't actually know what they're talking about. Like I said, I got here totally by accident, but whatever I'm doing seems to be working for me. I'm broke, but my work is being read, and opportunities for more work show up when I least expect them. I'm not sure what's next for me, but I'm excited to figure it out. Money's tight, but I keep enduring despite the chaos. I throw things at the wall, I see what sticks, I clean up whatever flops and then try it again later. Wash, rinse, repeat.

It's hard, but so is everything else. I like it better than a lot of other things I could be doing.

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toogardenheart · 1 year ago

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Imagine if Tom was your boyfriend:

Every morning, as soon as you wake up, the first thing you encounter are his beautiful blue eyes 💙

There will never be a lack of morning cuddles 🧸

He makes you breakfast every morning because he knows you're a mess in the kitchen and never fails to kiss you every chance he gets.

He always supports you, for every choice you want to make because in the end he only wants the best for you.

Unfortunately you are busy with university but he would really like you to be with him every day on set to support him.

Obviously he would put up with your complaints during your exam sessions, he would try to make you calm down by cuddling you, kissing you and enganging in other physical activities. He would encourage you and tell you not to stress too much because you are so intelligent.

Unfortunately you have completely crazy schedule and there are days when you don't see each other at home and this makes Tom feel bad making him even more stressed for all the hours he has to work and as soon as he meets you at home he won't waste time picking you up, take you to your room and catch up on the time you were apart.

He would ask you to accompany him to movie premiers and obviously you would go, proud to be at the side of a handsome and talented man like him 🌹

(It's the first time i've written something and forgive me for any mistakes but English is not my first language. Since i'm close to exams, next week I'Il have two, i thought i'd write this showrt imagine and i just want to cry because i would really like a Tom who can put up with me in this exam session😭💐)

#coriolanus snow x reader #coryo snow #coryolanus snow #coryolucy #tbosas #tom blyth #billy the kid

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somecunttookmyurl · 2 years ago

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when i want to simplify something to get the point across to as many people as possible i think "would siobhán understand this?"

who's siobhán? well. in school i took economics for 2 years (the equivalent of freshman/sophomore i think but it doesn't really matter). it was the first time my school had offered that class for a GCSE exam. it was also, largely thanks to siobhán, to be the last

see me and a boy called michael were the only people there on purpose. i picked it because it seemed better than the other available options at the time and i was good enough at maths (better than michael, much to his annoyance) . michael was actively interested in economics and those two statements tell you everything you need to know about michael.

the other 4 - because it was only a class of six - were there because everything else was full and they were forced to take it because they had to take something.

this included siobhán.

siobhán, bless her, was not a maths person. siobhán did not understand how to convert fractions into percentages (1/2 = 50%)

every week. for two years, we collectively attempted to explain how to convert between fractions and percentages because you do that quite a bit in economics. it was unfortunately necessary

siobhán never did grasp it

because we spent every week dedicating at least half of the class time to trying to teach siobhán that 1/2 = 50% in a way that would stick, we did not do a whole lot of economics.

which meant that the 4 of them failed. myself and michael ended up with Cs. the lowest grade in any subject for both of us and a blot on our academic record. could have gotten higher if we'd taught ourselves but frankly i didn't give a shit and never studied outside of a class in my life, and michael was too busy obsessively writing and re-writing his maths coursework to get a higher mark than me (he didn't, by the way)

because only 6 people took the class (a fact that already put it on thin ice) and 4 people failed after 'economics' turned into 'remedial maths for siobhán' (a failure rate of 4/6 - that's 67%, siobhán) the whole thing was labelled a catastrophic faiure and they never ran it again.

so we were the first, and also last, class to study economics in my school.

would siobhán understand what you're trying to say

#siobhán didn't pass any of her exams but this was because she got pregnant and happened to be in labour at the time #i don't think she had a lot of time after that to learn maths

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morgannite22 · 11 months ago

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Silent Lessons

It was just your typical day at Babyls with no new events going on. You find yourself staying after school for another tutoring session since you weren't the best student in Psychology. Unfortunately; this day has been much tougher for you since nothing has been going your way all day. From your parents' constant reminder that you need to study more and get your grades up to your peer’s comments about how dumb you are.

“Do you understand the article,” a familiar voice said looking at you from the front of the classroom.

You were brought out of your thoughts by the sudden question. You wanted to nod your head, but couldn't bring yourself to as you hadn’t really been paying attention. You felt overwhelmed and frustrated by all that has been going on and Murmur-sensei’s lessons were not helping matters. The lump in your throat that had been there all day kept growing and you found yourself in desperate need of a break. You looked up from your textbook to Murmur-sensei. In a meek and hesitant voice, you asked, “Sensei, can we take a break?”

Murmur-sensei looked at you with a smile. In a kind but stern voice he says, “(Y/N), we really need to get through this session. We don’t have much time before your upcoming psychology exam.” He then turned back to the board and began writing on the board again.

You suddenly felt the lump in your throat get bigger and found it harder to breathe. Tears appeared at the corners of your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away. “Sensei…I really need…a break,” you say with your voice cracking.

Murmur-sensei turns around for a second time and looks at you. He lets out a sigh and puts the chalk down. He then looks down at his watch then looks back up at you. Letting out another sigh he says, “I guess we can spare a few minutes. I’ll give you five minutes then it's back to work.”

You mumble a “Thanks” and quickly get up from your desk and make your way to the bathroom. Quickly opening and closing the bathroom door, you collapse to the ground in tears. “I-I can’t take this,” you say to yourself as your tears fall. All of the tutoring sessions and the expectations of others heavily weighed on you and you found yourself crumbling under the pressure. “I hate this,” you mumble to yourself.

A few minutes had passed and Murmur-sensei began to worry since you had not returned. He looked at his watch and said, (Y/N) has been gone for over ten minutes. What’s taking her so long?” Murmur-sensei decided to get up from his chair and exit the classroom in search of you.

While in tears, you heard a knock on the bathroom door. “(Y/N)? Are you okay in there?” Murmur-sensei asked with a tone dripping with concern. You quickly try to calm yourself and stabilize your voice so as to not give it away that you were just crying. “I-I’m fine. Be out in a second.”

Murmur-sensei being the psychology teacher that he is doesn't buy your words even a single bit. Against his better judgment, he decides to enter the bathroom and closes the door behind him. He looks over and notices you sitting on the floor of the bathroom with your head laying on your arms. He walks over to you, but keeps a bit of distance from you as to not wanting to overwhelm you. He then crouches down in front of you. With a soft voice he says, “(Y/N, can you talk to me?”

You quickly shake your head, not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment. "I just wanna be alone," you thought to yourself, but didn’t have the confidence to say it to Murmur-sensei.

Murmur-sensei could hear the quiet sniffles coming from you and could see the tremors coming from your body. ‘Poor kid,’ Murmur-sensei thought to himself as he watched you silently cry. He lifts his hand and forms a ring around his eye and activates his mood ring. ‘She's upset, but she's also stressed and frustrated,’ he thinks to himself. Lowering his hand he says, (Y/N)...I know you're frustrated. Is it alright if I give you a hug,” he says hesitantly.

You jolted in shock at the question, but still didn’t look up at him. ‘Should I?’ You wonder to yourself. You continued to debate back and forth with yourself then finally decided to just give in. You give a silent nod to Murmur-sensei.

Murmur-sensei scoots closer to you and wraps his arms around you then pulls you into a hug.

He softly whispers into your ear, “It’s okay, just take your time. I’m here.” He squeezes you a bit tighter wanting to make sure you knew he wasn't going to leave you alone.

While in the hug you could hear his heart beating in his chest. You could even smell the fresh scent of linen coming from his uniform. It was only when you heard his kind words that you again gave in to your feelings and let your tears flow. You cried loudly into his chest not caring if he heard it or not.

“You'll make it (Y/N). Just take things slowly. I’m here to help you.” Murmur-sensei softly says and he continues to hug you. He felt your tears soak into his uniform, but didn’t care as you mattered more to him than his uniform.

You clinged to him tighter, but nodded your head to let him know that you did hear him.

“Everything will be fine. I promise you that I will help you. You are not alone (Y/N).” Murmur-sensei says with certainty.

A few minutes had passed and your cries turned into soft sniffles. You continued to cling to Murmur-sensei, trying to soak up the comfort he’s providing.

Murmur-sensei softly says to you,” Let’s get up and wash your face.”

“Kay,” you say in a hoarse voice. You get up along with Murmur-sensei and he takes you by the hand and leads you to the bathroom sink. You turn on the faucet and bend down to wash your face. Once done, you turn off the faucet and turn to look at Murmur-sensei.

“Are you ready to go back to the Classroom (Y/N)?” Murmur-sensei asked with a kind smile.

You look at Murmur-sensei and with a soft smile and say, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Authors Notes:

I do take requests and ideas for stories. I mostly write on Ao3, but I’ll post more on here as well! I usually write more with ships, but I’m willing to write x-readers as well!

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #ao3 fanfic #anime #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #x reader

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 years ago

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TRIGGER ME. (18+ AIZAWA ONE SHOT) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: NONE

Synopsis: In which Aizawa decides to take matters into his own hands to try and ease his stress a little more, but what starts as something fun and interesting when he stumbles across a hypnosis video catered to stronger orgasms turns into a BIG problem when he finds himself unable to break away from the hold his new addiction has on him. (Request Fill for @princeasimdiya12)

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS BEGONE), Hypnosis (both consensual and non-consensual), Dubcon, Public Stripping, Public Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Edging, Trigger Word for Hypnosis, Heat-like Symptoms, Hints of Dacryphilia, Degradation, Getting Caught, Aizawa in Heat, Comedy

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Thank you so much to @princeasimdiya12 for sending me my very first request! I really hope you enjoy it! And yes, I do requests so I'll be uploading something for it later in the month. Stay safe, y'all! -Jazz

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“Fuck!”

Usually, in the type of activity Aizawa was indulging in tonight, this word would be something he shouted in the sweet privacy and darkness of his bedroom in the late of the night when the dorms were all quiet for the night.

It is that one word that encompasses all the sheer pleasure he feels as he finally, finally, reaches the peak and spurts his cum all over his stomach and hand gripping his fat, veiny cock before the sweet ache of a good orgasm sedates him.

But tonight, as it has been for the past month, that word does nothing but voice his frustration and peaking anger. Aizawa is not at all pleased for tonight and it’s all because of the stupid stress this month has settled onto his broad shoulders that he can’t escape from.

Irked, he takes his hand away from his still-achingly hard dick shiny and slick with coconut oil, the head bubbling with precum. He pauses the video on his laptop, the screen depicting the xVideos website where a very gorgeous woman is living her best life as a rope bunny. She dangles from the ceiling, arms, and legs tied, where a very naked and muscular man is fucking her stupid.

It’s a good video and one of many Aizawa finds himself coming back to. Usually, it hits every single time, but now? It barely does anything to make him burst. He knows that logically it isn’t the porn. It’s him. He’s the problem.

This has been happening for over a month now. And it’s fucking kill him. Whenever he has the time to finally relax and wind down over a long day of teaching, grading papers, and yelling at the little snots he calls his students, he can never relax or wind down at all. No amount of masturbation is working for him anymore, including his favorite genres of porn.

Being able to have this time to himself usually fills Aizawa with joy. Call it ridiculous or weird, but to sit back and allow his mind to go to naughtier places as his hand strokes his cock is a form of self-care to him. He doesn’t fuck with drugs or alcohol. A good orgasm is all the addiction he’ll allow himself. For a moment, he doesn’t have to think about training or if his students will pass the next exam and if they’ll ever move past their insecurities to be the best damn pro heroes they can be. All he has to think about is cumming.

But that hasn’t been the case this month. He hasn’t had a successful orgasm in weeks, and he knows that it’s because of stress. Unfortunately, this has taken its toll on him. He’s been noticing he’s way more hostile at work, snapping at his students more than usual and ready to tear anyone a new one.

Not to mention his appearance–while he’s primarily known for looking like he hasn’t slept in ten years, the dark circles under his eyes have been more prominent lately. Maybe it’s because he’s been staying up all night trying to bust a nut, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep properly without one.

Even his good friend Hizashi Yamada, aka Present Mic, has taken notice of his friend’s appearance and change in personality. A week ago during their lunch break, he sat down with Aizawa to chat with him. “Yo, ‘Zawa!” he greeted him, usually being way louder but softening his voice to not startle Aizawa. He appreciated that because he was sure he would’ve had Hizashi’s head.

“What?” he grumbled, slurping down his ramen and holding the cup with the force of a thousand men. Earlier that morning, he attempted to grip his dick the same way and get a quick cum before he was due for classes.

As you can guess, that didn’t work.

“You been feelin’ alright?” Hizashi asked, concern evident on his face, his thin eyebrows furrowed at Aizawa. The dark-haired pro looked at his blonde friend, noodles in his mouth. “Yeah?” he replied, but it sounded more like a question. “Why?”

Hizashi looked a bit nervous as he crossed his legs over each other, his own lunch forgotten. “Well,” he began with a huff, “you just seem tired. And it just seems like you’ve been…well, a bit of a dick lately.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at him, prompting for more of an explanation. Hizashi sighed, twiddling the end of his mustache. “I’m only sayin’ this because you’re my good friend and I hate to see you in this predicament.”

“The hell are you talkin’ about?” Aizawa asked, annoyed.

“You clearly haven’t been sleeping,” Hizashi explained quickly so as to not piss off his friend more. “Those bags under your eyes get any darker and you’ll have raccoon eyes. And now, some of the students and staff are noticing your behavior. You’re flying off the handles more than usual.”

Aizawa slowly chewed his noodles and swallowed, but a lump in his throat appeared. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, upset that everyone has been noticing too. Shit, did Principal Nezu notice it? What if he got pulled into the office?

“You’re not gonna get pulled into Nezu’s office, man,” Hizashi said. Aizawa blanched, realizing he voiced his own humiliating thoughts aloud. “That lil’ mouse loves you! No one’s gonna whip those kids into shape like you do.” He nudged Aizawa’s arm with his elbow. “That’s why I’m here to put an end to this tragedy! So, have you been cumming lately?”

Aizawa nearly choked on the broth he had in his throat. He had to gulp down tons of water to stop himself from coughing. “What?” he demanded, gawking at Hizashi.

“Have you been cumming lately?” the blonde repeated simply. “Orgasming. Has that been happening for you lately?”

Aizawa was at a loss for words. Was his friend really asking him this? “Why the fuck do you care?” he growled lowly. “My bodily functions are none of your business. And plus…hello? We’re in a school?”

“Oh, come on!” Hizashi scoffed. “There’s no one in here! And we’re friends! We’re supposed to share this kind of stuff with each other, especially if it’s fuckin’ with our daily routine.” He quirked an expectant eyebrow at Aizawa. “So, have you?”

Aizawa flushed underneath his scarf. How did Hizashi know? Was it all over his face like a book cover? Slowly, he nodded. “Mmm-hmm!” Hizashi hummed, pleased. “I knew it! It’s the same with me–whenever I can’t give myself a good nut, I become a total beast.”

He leaned in, planting an elbow on the table as he regarded his poor friend. “Is it stress?” he asked.

Again, Aizawa nodded. “It’s been messing with me,” he sighed, at least glad to have an ear to talk about this to. “All the teaching, the papers, constantly worrying about a villain attack…” He leaned his head in his hands. “I don’t know what to do. It’s like I’m stuck in limbo.”

Hizashi patted his friend’s back comfortingly. “There, there, my friend. I have a solution to this problem!”

Aizawa glanced at him. That quick, huh? “So what do you suggest I do?” he grumbled, already knowing it’ll be a bullshit idea.

But Hizashi looked more than happy with this idea. “You usually go for the video porn, yes?” he asked. Aizawa hesitantly nodded. He never really talked about porn like that with Hizashi. “And I’m sure you watch it often.”

Aizawa nodded again but quickly grew irritated. Where was he going with this? “Then that’s just it!” Hizashi laughed. “You have to think outside the box, my friend! You might be getting tired of the same old shit, and you’re becoming desensitized to it. When you’re stressed it only compounds it, adding to your lackluster orgasms.”

Aizawa blinked at his friend, never thinking of it that way. “Have you ever tried audio porn?” Hizashi asked. “It’s all the rage these days. Sometimes, all you really need is to hear something rather than see it. Personally, I always go for the masturbation audios aka ramble faps. They get me every time. Something about stimuli.”

Hizashi then took out his phone and texted Aizawa something that made his phone buzz. “Try it out for yourself and see if you like it,” he said. “I just sent you a link to my favorite website for audio porn. If this works then you owe me a free ramen dinner.”

Aizawa didn’t agree or disagree with that. He only picked up his phone and stared down at the link leading to the website. “But be warned, my friend,” Hizashi added, his voice dipping into a warning. His eyes grew serious, and Aizawa knew better than to tune his friend out. “Some of this shit can be become addictive real fast, so watch yourself. After all, it is porn. Just don’t go over your head.”

Aizawa now glances at his semi-hard dick. Already, the arousal he felt is leaving him, but that need for release is still settled in his core. “Need a shower,” he grumbles to himself, hoping that will ease the tension and hopefully relax him enough to sleep.

When he gets in the shower, he first sprays himself with cold water to stop the blood from flowing to his cock. Once he’s flacid, he raises the temperature and takes a quick shower with his favorite soap, allowing the water to wash his sins down the drain. Once he’s done, he steps out of the steam, pops on a black hoodie and some sweats without underwear, and settles back down at his computer desk once he’s pack in his living room.

But even the shower wasn’t enough to get rid of the urge to explode. He glances at the time on his laptop: 12:15 PM. He’ll have to be up in at least 5 hours. “Ugh!” he groans, frustrated and quickly reaching the tipping point of desperation. He runs his hands down his tired face.

How is supposed to sleep like this? Trick question. He can’t. There is no way in hell he’ll be able to get a good night’s rest if he can’t watch or listen to some good stimuli.

Listen.

Hizashi’s advice comes flooding back to him and immediately, he goes into his messages on his laptop where, sure enough, the link Hizashi sent him is still there, untouched and unread. He stares at it for a moment, weighing his options. For one, he’s never listened to straight audio porn before. Sure, sounds help, but he’s always been a visual type of guy.

And the second thing that makes him hesitate is Hizashi’s warning: “Some of this shit can become addictive real fast, so watch yourself. Don’t go over your head.”

As fast as the thought comes, it’s gone as Aizawa scoffs to himself. “Yeah, right,” he chuckles incredulously. He’s been watching porn since his teens and he hasn’t become addicted to it. Plus, if audio porn is so addictive, why even send it to him? Hizashi probably said that just to scare him or be dramatic.

So, with that being in mind, he first connects his AirPods to his laptop (which Hizashi also advised for him to do for a better experience) and then clicks on the link. The link takes him to a website by the name of “Ear Sex” where a set of red, sensual lips are settled between two muffs of a headset as a logo. Below are dozens of audio recordings, either as links or videos, with different choices for genres and tags to search by.

Aizawa scrolls for a bit, impressed with what the site has to offer. It seems like a big community with many followers and contributors on it. Curious, he decides to scroll through the random collection of the top audios celebrated from 2022. The audio that earned its spot at number one is a video titled “Hypno Sex” with an audio link attached at the bottom for those who prefer links.

Aizawa clicks on the video and reads the small bio written by the creator “Earwave”: If you decided to click on this audio, thank you, and welcome to my world. Please listen to this at your own discretion with the knowledge that there is a trigger word and know that this audio is only made for the intention of kink. Thank you.

“Kink, huh?” Aizawa mumbles. Despite his better judgment and figuring it’s just for dramatization, he clicks on the video. It shows nothing but a black screen for a moment, only the sound of someone’s very soothing and sensual voice heard in his AirPods.

“Thank you for clicking on this video or audio link,” the voice says, “and welcome to my world. In a moment, you will be transported to a world very different from the one we occupy. It will be one of complete nothingness. Nothing but bliss and submission. A loss of control that you will give to me in exchange for utter and complete pleasure.”

Aizawa sits back in his seat, getting comfortable, and places his hands on his toned stomach. No shame in giving this a try. And if he hates it, he’ll make sure to tell Hizashi exactly how he feels and that he gets no kind of ramen lunch at all.

“First I would like to disclose that this audio does deal with hypnosis and a trigger word,” the voice announces, her voice still soft and soothing. “If this makes you uncomfortable or turns you off in any way, please exit this audio now. If you’re still here, allow me to take you away from the stress and mundane that may currently be in your life right now for the time being.”

Aizawa’s brows furrow at the mention of hypnosis. That’s a kink now? Fuck, is this what the kids are into these days? He can’t see how this would have any effect on him though, especially when it’s just an audio recording.

“Before we start, I’d like you to first relax completely,” the voice gently orders. “Get comfortable, close your eyes, and slowly breathe in and out…”

Aizawa does as the voice tells him, figuring relaxing would put him right to sleep. The voice keeps telling him breathe in and out and he does so, his chest falling and rising evenly. With every breath, he can feel his stress start to melt away. Maybe he should’ve been doing this instead of watching porn to relax himself.

“Good,” the voice coos. “Now open your eyes.”

Aizawa opens them and is suddenly face to face with a swirl of colors: reds, oranges, pinks, blues, yellows. They all swirl and collide like a kaleidoscope on his screen. He is transfixed by it, unable to look away, and he isn’t sure why.

“The next step is to put you under,” the voice explains, still sensual and soft. “I’m going to give you a trigger word now. The very first time you hear the word, you will immediately start stripping every article of clothing off of you. Socks, underwear, all of it off. I want you completely…naked.”

Aizawa sharply inhales, gripping the arms of his chair at the seductive whisper in his ears.

“Then, after you are finally ready for me, I want you to cum all over yourself until you can barely think. Then, and only then, will you finally break the trance you’re in. If you don’t cum, you’re stuck giving all of your control to me. Is that clear?”

“Y-Yes,” Aizawa whispers into the darkness of his dorm, not sure why that came out. Is this shit really taking effect this quickly? In a fucking audio porn recording?

“Now let’s begin,” the voice coos. “In three…two…one…mind.”

In that split second, something happens to Aizawa. Something that has never happened to him in his life. As soon as he hears that word, first, he feels warm. Hot even. He feels suffocated under his hoodie and in his sweats, skin flushed and cock suddenly hard now.

Then all the control he had over his body previously is gone. It feels as if something, or someone, is controlling him. Like he is inside of himself looking out as he suddenly strips off his hoodie and tosses it somewhere on the floor. Then off goes his sweats until he is sitting completely naked in his desk chair again, the audio still playing.

“That’s it, honey,” the voice purrs. “Strip for me.”

If Aizawa had any other clothes on his body, he certainly would. But he doesn’t. He is completely nude, sitting in the semi-darkness of his dorm as the moonlight peeks through the curtains. The light coats his toned abs and pecs in silver, illuminating the hard peaks of his nipples and making the precum coating his cockhead glisten. He is panting, wanton mess, waiting for the voice to give him the next order. ‘What’s happening to me?’ he thinks.

“If you’re naked now, go ahead and start,” the voice giggles as if the person behind the screen knows exactly how he feels and what they’re doing to him. “Make yourself cum for me, baby.”

That’s all Aizawa needed to hear. He takes his swollen, hard dick in his hands and immediately starts stroking. He doesn’t go too fast at first–just trying to get a good rhythm going. He is shocked to find himself completely slick and wet with his own precum that must’ve dribbled down his shaft and balls without him noticing. No lube or oil is even needed.

That’s how Aizawa knows this shit is really working because there’s no way he’s able to lube himself up naturally without some help. ‘Holy shit,’ he thinks. A shocked yet pleased chuckle leaves his lips, quickly turning into a moan as he hits that sweet spot located right at the base of his dick.

“Good boy,” the voice croons. “You’re doing so well. I just know you’re close to exploding all over yourself, aren’t you?”

Aizawa lets out a strained grunt that he attempts to muffle by biting his lip. He begins to stroke a little harder and faster as he feels his balls begin to swell. That familiar feeling of release begins to rise, egging him on. He wants desperately to cum. Wants to feel his cream spurting into his hand and his stomach. Strings of moans and curses leave his lips as his hand grips his cock tighter, pumping faster. He doesn’t give a fuck who hears. He just wants to fucking cum.

“Close,” he grunts to no one in particular. “I’m so, so close!”

As if hearing him, the voice urges him to finally release. “Come on now, baby,” it teases. “Don’t disappoint me. Cum all over yourself. Cum for me.”

And sure enough, Aizawa does just that. The feeling tightens in his heavy balls and shoots up into his cock, spurting all over himself. “Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck me!” he whispers fervently, followed by a string of moans and groans of pleasure that would make anyone blush if they heard them. His nut spurts all over his hand and splashes onto his stomach, naked thighs, and (embarrassingly) his laptop screen.

But he isn’t done yet. The satisfaction that comes from a good orgasm and makes him tired doesn’t settle into his bones. The aftermath of a very strong, insane orgasm has him curling his toes and clenching his muscles, feeling those aftershocks that rock him. His hand continues to stroke his dick, tinier spurts of cum still shooting out.

“F-fuck!” Aizawa gasps, seeing stars despite his eyes still being open and staring at the screen. He can’t remember the last time he had an orgasm this strong. It nearly knocks him out of his seat.

“Thank you, baby,” the voice purrs. “You did so well for me. Now that you’ve cum, you should be coming back to your body soon.”

The aftershocks finally fade after what feels like forever and Aizawa finally slumps in his seat, eyes closed and breathing heavy. When he blinks, he is briefly startled to find himself sitting completely nude in his chair in the dark. His cum-covered hand is on his flacid dick and his laptop screen is now completely black.

“What the fuck?” he whispers, confused. How long has he been sitting here? Obviously, he knows he was rubbing one out and whatever he was watching worked, but what exactly was he watching before? Why does his mind feel so fuzzy?

Now in control of his body again, with his free hand not stained in his nut, he moves the mouse on his laptop. Seeing the hypnosis video he was just listening to jogs his foggy memories. ‘So the damn thing worked,’ he thinks to himself, in awe at how quickly it happened. All it took was a trigger word.

Aizawa smirks to himself, finally feeling less stressed and more than relaxed. He sits back in his chair, smiling. Unfortunately, he’ll have to treat Hizashi to some dinner eventually because now he has the perfect remedy to his problem.

**************

The class bell signaling the next period of the day finally rings. Music to Aizawa’s ears.

After an hour of lectures, his class finally begins to pack up for the day to transition to the next class. “Not repeating this, so listen up,” he says, not even having to scream because his voice has a natural bass. “Exams are next Monday, so make sure you come in here prepared ‘cause I’m not giving any retakes. And next Friday you train with me, at 12 PM sharp. Stretch between classes.”

“Thank you, Aizawa-sensei!” Mina Ashido hollers as she exits the class, always the bubbliest one in his class. Some other students do the same while others rush out the door, hurrying either to lunch or to their next class.

Once his classroom is finally empty and the next student shuts the door behind him, Aizawa leans against the wall behind him and exhales in relief. “Finally,” he whispers to himself. Lunchtime. Which means alone time.

Which means he can finally get his second nut of the day before nightfall where he’ll probably have about three or four until bedtime. For the past two weeks, he’s been able to finally relax and rid himself of the stress of his work through the joyous moments of stroking his dick, uninterrupted by the troubles of his daily life. He’s never felt better! He’s less hostile to his students, wakes each morning ready for the day, and has been getting the best sleep he’s had in months.

All because of that Earwave hypnosis audio. He listens to it religiously: day, afternoon, evening, and night. Any time he can score himself a moment of silence and privacy, he races for his earbuds, turns on the audio, and allows himself to submit completely to the creator and their trigger word. It’s crazy how it works every single time! No matter how many times he listens and cums, the orgasms and the effects are stronger than ever. After listening to it the first time, curiosity got the best of him, and did some research on hypnosis being used as erotic or kink play. From what he found, erotic hypnosis can increase arousal, create or enhance sexual pleasure, cause hands-free orgasms, and produce new sensations. ‘That explains the intense orgasms,’ he thought to himself as he read through the articles he found.

He then found himself going to videos where erotic hypnosis was taking place. Most of them involved hypnotizing partners for hands-free orgasms or stimulating them in bondage. Aizawa hadn’t been so fascinated with research since his days in school. He’ll have to find the time to practice having a hands-free orgasm one day, but for now, he has his little piece of heaven which he downloaded into his phone for easier access.

Call him a junkie, but he has inducted nutting to this audio into his daily routine. He listens to it when he wakes up, during his morning and evening showers, on his breaks during work, before he goes off to sleep…okay, yes, he’s a junkie. But he considers masturbation the healthiest drug and form of relaxation out there. Better than alcohol and drugs, definitely. Plus, it increases stamina. So a little too much isn’t really too much, is it?

Aizawa keeps doing these mental gymnastics as he moves to his desk and rummages around in his messenger bag for his earbud case. His dick is already hardening in anticipation for this time alone. He looks in every pocket until he can’t look anymore. Then he pats himself down, wondering if he forgot that he stuffed his earbuds inside his clothes. Nothing.

Then he remembers he left them plugged up to his laptop this morning on his desk. “Fuck me!” he growls, irritated. How did he forget to grab them? How the fuck is he supposed to enjoy his alone time now?

He realizes seconds later that his alone time was never in the cards for him because, still unbeknownst to him, his kids have decided to want to fuck around and find out in the hallway. “Bakugou, what the hell did you do?!” he hears Mina shriek from down the hallway. Knowing Mina is usually the one to be bright and upbeat, Aizawa realizes this is some deep shit.

With a huff and now feeling his hardened dick softening from the interruptions, he makes his way outside and down the hallway where he sees Mina alongside Bakugou, Denki, Sero, and Kirishima. Bakugou is up against the wall, his fists clenched. Aizawa doesn’t need to look closer he knows he used his quirk.

“Damn extra was laughin’ at me!” he angrily growls, glaring at Denki. “He should’ve known better than to try to fuck with me! You should be mad at him!”

“Bakugou, you just put a hole in the wall!” Mina shrieks, looking like she’s about to have a heart attack. “What if we get in trouble? I can’t get kicked out!”

“We?” Sero scoffs. “Shit, who’s ‘we’?” He jabs a finger at Bakugou. “He’s the one who decided to use his quirk out in the halls and break the rules; not me!” Bakugou goes to snap at his friend, but at the sight of Aizawa looming over them, each one of them buttons their lip.

“The hell is going on here?” he grumbles, glaring at each of his students. “Why aren’t you four in class?”

They all advert their eyes, except for Kirishima who stands at attention. “Aizawa-sensei!” he exclaims hurriedly. “I was walking to class and saw Bakugou and Denki fighting. I tried to split them up, but then Bakugou pushed Denki against the wall and tried to use his quirk. Sero pulled Denki out of the way just in time, but…”

He nods over at Bakugou who is standing with his arms crossed, eyes adverted from Aizawa’s. However, Aizawa can see the damage his student is trying to hide: a big ass hole in the wall. “Aw, fuck,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Katsuki, you know the rules: no using quirks for violence OR destroying property.”

“He started talkin’ shit!” Bakugou yells, snarling at Denki. “I had to teach him a lesson!” Aizawa closes his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. So much for the effects of the audio.

“Yeah,” Mina scoffs, “and almost kill Denki AND destroy school property so we all get the boot.” She runs a hand through her unruly, pink curls. “Like are you out of your mind, Katsuki?!”

The two begin to argue, and soon the rest of the friend group jump in to add to the fire. However, all of their yelling seems muffled to Aizawa all of the sudden, like they’re all under water. Then he notices his body seizes and his skin becomes overheated, his clothes suddenly too much for him.

When he notices how swollen and hard his cock becomes in his slacks, almost like it has a mind of its own, he realizes what just happened. Mina said the trigger word. Mind. ‘Oh, shit,’ he thinks in a panic. ‘Oh, shit, no, no, no, no!’

He cannot stop his mind from immediately going blank, his conscious taking the backseat. How is this happening? How is this possible? His fingers begin to itch with anticipation as he goes for his scarf, clutching it in one hand. Mina notices this and blinks at him. “Aizawa-sensei?” she questions. “Are you okay? You look flushed.”

The others look at him too, confused and startled at their professor’s sudden change in attitude. “Are you feeling sick?” Sero asks, quirking a brow at him. “Should we walk you to Recovery Girl’s office?”

“Uh…” Aizawa struggles to come up with a lie as his body temperature reaches new heights, making him feel flush with heat. “N-no, just…just…gotta get this shit off!” He wrenches his scarf off and flings it on the floor, revealing his bobbing Adam’s Apple as he swallows harshly. The kids continue to stare at him, shocked. “All of you get to class now or you’re spending lunch with me,” he growls. “We’re done here for now.”

He abruptly turns away and practically runs down the hallway, hurrying back to his classroom. “What the hell?” Bakugou grumbles from behind him.

“Aizawa-sensei, wait!” Kirishima shouts. “Your scarf!” But Aizawa is too damn horny to even look. He can’t even think straight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeatedly huffs with each hurried step he takes, his cock painfully hard and his body in need of release.

When he finally makes it to his classroom though, he is highly disappointed and enraged to find Izuku Midoriya standing by his door. He turns when he hears Aizawa’s footsteps, his emerald eyes widening. “Aizawa-sensei, there you are!” He immediately bows apologetically. “Sir, I’m sorry to bother you, but I was hoping I could talk to you about next Friday’s training session.”

Aizawa is practically bouncing on his heels, the anxiety of stripping in public and whipping his dick out making him hyper. Not to mention how painfully erect he is. He’s never been this hard in his life. His dick is aching, pulsing, desperate to be freed from the clutches of his briefs which he’s sure are soaked in precum by now. “Fuck, Midoriya, can it wait till later?” he sharply inhales. “I-I’m kinda busy right now.”

His hand immediately goes for the doorknob to his classroom door, clutching it with the strength of God. Izuku looks even more sorry. “Oh, are you?” he gasps, pink coating his cheeks out of embarrassment. “Sorry, sir! Uh, maybe I could email you about it or…”

The boy’s voice seems to float into the background as Aizawa’s state gets worse and worse. He knows he couldn’t possibly relieve himself with his student standing outside. No…he’ll have to go somewhere else. But first…

Quickly, he rids himself of his shoes, the urge to strip reaching tenfold. Izuku stares at him in confusion. “Uh, sir? W-Why are you taking off your shoes?”

“‘Cause they fuckin’ hurt,” Aizawa growls, kicking his shoes off. He’ll remember to scoop them back up later. “Listen, just email me, okay? I-I’ve gotta go.” Before Izuku can even take a breath, Aizawa is quickly running around the corner to find the nearest empty room. Maybe a classroom or a breakroom. Shit, he’d take a broom closet at this point.

As he’s zooming down the hall like the cops are after him, he barely notices Hizashi standing against the wall on his phone until he nearly knocks him over. “Whoa, Shouta!” he calls after him. “What’s the fire?”

Aizawa says nothing, too strung out to apologize or even acknowledge him. Finally, when he makes it to a point in the hall where there is no one to be found, he looks from right to left. As if God was answering his prayers, he sees an empty classroom, completely dark and chairs hung on the desks for sweeping. Like a madman, Aizawa hurries to the door and finds the door unlocked. Quickly, he rushes into the room and locks the door from the inside, internally thanking Principal Nezu for his insistence on doors that lock from the inside.

Once he knows he is alone, he can finally relax. Immediately, he starts to strip. Jumpsuit unzips and comes down to his ankles, revealing his muscled body, toned thighs, and stomach sinewy with black hair. Briefs come off, freeing his aching cock dripping in precum that his happy trail leads down to. Even his socks are pulled off until he is completely and utterly nude.

Now that that problem is out of the way, he can focus on the bigger issue that is only getting bigger as we speak. Like muscle memory, his hand immediately moves to his aching cock and grips the base the way he likes. With his shaft being so slick, he has no need for lubrication. He begins fucking his hand immediately, slowly at first, allowing himself time to build up the tempo.

The feeling is euphoric to Aizawa. His head drops back immediately, eyes fluttering closed. “Oh, fuck,” he moans softly. “Fuck me.”

He bends his knees a bit and thrusts into his hand a little bit faster, the urge to explode quickly building. He can feel that familiar knot in his stomach tightening, warmth in his stomach spreading to his toes and fingertips. “Goddamn,” he whispers into the darkness. The only sounds are of his hushed moans and the wet, slick sounds of his hand stroking his dick. At this rate, he’ll cum.

“Yoshimada-sensei!” Aizawa’s heart lurches into his throat at the sound of Kirishima’s voice coming from outside the classroom. His quickened stroking gets slower, but he never stops. “Did Aizawa-sensei go run by here? We have his scarf.”

“Really?” Hizashi is outside too. Aizawa can see his silhouette standing in front of the classroom door. He scuttles back farther away from the door, biting his lip to keep his sounds at bay. “Seesh, he never goes without this. Must’ve been in a hurry.”

“He seemed like he was ill.” Mina enters into view in the classroom window too. “I wanted to talk to him, but he said he was pretty busy.”

“Oh, was he now?” Hizashi hums, sounding suspicious. Aizawa inches farther and farther into the darkness, not wanting to be seen through the window. “Thank you, children!” Hizashi cheerfully says. “I’m sure he’d be very happy to know you have his precious scarf back.”

Aizawa turns to hurry to the back of the classroom to avoid being exposed, but doesn’t count on knocking into a desk. The sound of the desk’s legs scidding across the floor makes fear surge into his stomach. ‘Fuck!’ he thinks. He is sure to get caught now. But the fucked thing about it is that it doesn’t turn him off at all. In fact, his cock gets harder and his balls get fuller at the idea of being found in here–a naked, desperate mess.

He’s a fucking pervert, he realizes.

“The hell was that?” he hears Bakugou grumble, confused. With his eyes set dead on the door, he begins to grow closer to reaching his limit, just as he sees Hizashi get closer to the door, no doubt reaching for the doorknob.

Aizawa begins to sweat all over as he hears the door click. His hand doesn’t stop, and neither does the urge to cum. It’s rising, building, threatening to spill over his hand and expose him. He bites his bottom lip to keep from shouting, even tries to think of anything that will turn him off. ‘God, please, no,’ he thinks, panic settling in his chest. ‘Don’t cum, don’t cum!’

Fortunately for him, the bell ending the current period cuts through the silence. Hizashi’s shadow moves away from the door. “Oh, there’s the bell!” he announces. “You kids should be heading off to your next class. See you later this afternoon!”

Aizawa can’t hear anything else he and the kids say afterwards because he’s too busy cumming his brains out. It ascends on him in a rush that has his ears ringing and his cells on fucking fire. “Fuck!” he groans, biting his lip to keep his volume to a minimum as he finally releases into his hand. He feels his cum spurt onto his hand and lower stomach, all warm and creamy. Whimpers and grunts leave his lips as his toes curl against the tiled classroom floor, lost in the abyss.

When he finally is released from his state, it doesn’t take long for him to realize what happened. Quickly, before someone comes in for class, he takes a few tissues from the teacher’s desk and wipes himself off. Then he’s hurrying back into his clothes (minus his shoes and scarf) and composing himself as he walks to the classroom door.

He peeks his head outside to make sure no one is around before he slowly exits the classroom and shuts the door behind him. He goes to sneak off to his classroom, trying to seem as discreet as possible. So far, so good. The sound of someone clearing his throat stops him short. He turns, finding Hizashi leaning against the wall with Aizawa’s scarf in his crossed arms. “Your kids left you this.”

He tosses Aizawa his scarf who catches it and clutches it to his chest. Hizashi pushes himself off the wall, eyeing Aizawa down. “I was wondering where you were at lunch. Why were you in there?” He nods at the empty classroom, suspicious.

Aizawa feels himself flush as he thinks of a good lie to get his friend off his dick. “Phone call,” he grumbles, and that is all he responds with as he heads back to his room to start the next class, leaving Hizashi with a confused and skeptical look on his face.

One thing he knows for sure: he’ll have to surely wear earmuffs from now on.

**************

To say Aizawa is losing it is an understatement.

He sits on his couch in total silence, the TV cut off and his phone untouched. He sits shirtless, only in his jeans that sag below his narrow hips and V-line. He doesn’t feel bad for walking around like this all day due to it being a Saturday afternoon, but instead of relaxing and taking the load off for the weekend, he is cooped up in his dorm, slowly going insane and living in total isolation.

He’s been living like this for almost three weeks since his incident at UA High. Since then, the hypno audio he’s come to love has taken the back burner and he’s been very, very careful about existing in the outside world. In between classes, whether he’s walking the halls or eating his lunch in the breakroom, he puts in earplugs to block out the sounds of background conversations, afraid of hearing his trigger.

He did this for about a week until he bought himself some earmuffs and explained to his students that he had eardrum surgery. “I’m sensitive to loud noises,” he had lied through his teeth. “So do me a favor and keep it the hell down.” He glanced at Bakugou who sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. It seemed to work on the kids, but his friends were a whole other story. Hizashi and Nemuri aka Ms. Midnight were all over him, asking him what happened and how long he’d been stuck like this.

‘As long as it takes me to shake this shit,’ Aizawa thinks to himself now, staring up at the ceiling. His laptop sits on his coffee table open, revealing multiple tabs of research to undo hypnosis and un-trigger certain words. He hasn’t found much yet.

He runs his hands down his face, frustrated. He hates living like this: avoiding his friends because of his bad choice. He’s been doing a good job at it too. Sure, he’s an introvert, but he doesn’t mind a good dinner with his closest friends to unwind after a day of teaching and training.

But he’s been avoiding that too, going so far as to head straight to his dorm and order takeout after work is through. He’s been avoiding people altogether, so afraid of hearing that word and humiliating himself in public. This is better than stripping himself naked in front of people and whipping his dick out, he tells himself. He won’t give up though. Not until he’s free of this trap, no matter how earth-shattering the orgasms are. He’ll just have to find another way to cum. Maybe he can buy himself one of those prostrate vibrators or–

The sound of his doorbell buzzing makes him jump. “Helloooo?” Nemuri’s voice like tinkling bells drifts through his door. “Shouta, you up? It’s your friends!”

Aizawa huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose hard. “Oh, fuck,” he laments. He should’ve known they’d visit him, especially today. After all, it’s a special occasion. Sighing, he rises from his couch and makes the short stride to his door to open it, revealing Nemuri and Hizashi dressed to the nines. “What?” he grumbles.

Hizashi, in his black tux with a red rose tucked in his coat pocket, leans against the door. “Hello to you, too, friend,” he greets with a grin. “Where’s your fit at? The Pros’ Gala is in, like, fifteen minutes!”

The Pros’ Gala, specifically in Japan, happens every year to celebrate the accomplishments of pro heroes and to meet others that are up and coming. Not to be confused with the Heroes’ Gala which happens all over the globe to celebrate heroes, both pros and those still in school, in different countries and doesn’t happen until the end of the year. Though specifically thrown in Japan, Pros’ Gala is still one of the most highly publicized events in the nation.

Aizawa remembers getting an invite (as he usually does) a month ago. He also remembers getting a reminder for it two weeks ago and ignoring it. He didn’t plan on attending, especially in his state. There would be nothing worse than to hear his trigger, strip off his suit, and jack off in front of his peers and those cameras. He huffs, rolling his eyes. “I told you I wasn’t going, alright? I’m busy with grading exams and plus, I don’t even have a suit.”

“Good thing we brought back-up.” Hizashi grins cheekily as he presents Aizawa with an Armani suit, still in the plastic, that he hid behind his back. “Aren’t we such good friends?” Nemuri giggles, looking dashing in her burgundy dress and matching heels. Aizawa shakes his head. “Thanks but no thanks.”

“Shouta, what’s going on with you?” Nemuri asks, frowning at him. “You always make an effort to come out for the Gala!” She leans in, lowering her voice an octave. “And not only that: we’ve been noticing you seem…off, lately.”

Aizawa’s heart picks up speed. They noticed. Of course, they noticed. “Off?” he parrots.

Nemuri looks at Hizashi who nods, giving her the go. “You barely socialize with us anymore,” she pouts. “Sure, you’re an introvert, but you come out when you want to. But we haven’t seen you in almost three weeks! Not to mention how you rush off to your dorms whenever school finishes.”

“And then there are the earmuffs,” Hizashi adds. “You told the kids you had eardrum surgery, which we know is BS, now they think you’re going deaf and started blaming Bakugou for his constant screaming.”

Aizawa flushes with embarrassment and shame. He hates lying to his friends, but they’d never understand his situation. They’d ask too many questions and even look at him like a perv. “We’re just worried about you,” Hizashi says, concern in his eyes.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Aizawa reassures him. “I’m just…” He tries to think of a good lie, but nothing comes to mind. He’s exhausted all of his resources for something to stop his peers from worrying.

But at the sight of his friends’ concerned stares and the Armani suit they paid for with their own money for him, he knows he can’t refuse anymore. Dammit. “Alright,” he groans, defeated. “Alright, fine, I’ll go.”

Nemuri shrieks with happiness while Hizashi pumps his fist. “But,” Aizawa adds, cutting into their celebration, “I only go for two hours and if there’s no alcohol, it’s one.”

“Deal!” Nemuri squeals excitedly. She shoves the suit at Aizawa. “Now go get dressed before the car gets here. Ooooh, this is gonna be so much fun!”

But it’s not fun for Aizawa, at all. While he’s in the backseat of the car with Hizashi who sings at the top of his lungs to the radio with Nemuri, he puts his earmuffs on to one, avoid Hizahi’s ear-piercing voice (even without his quirk) and two, avoid being triggered into his hypnotic state. He doesn’t calm down–he grips the leather seat underneath him so hard that he can feel his nails digging into the plush seat. His body wound tighter than a drum, and his muscles seize as if bracing for that word.

He doesn’t get any better when he finally arrives at the Gala with Hizashi and Nemuri. He doesn’t pose for pictures on the red carpet nor stay to converse with his peers, only giving some a nod, but then again, they’re used to his introverted, socially awkward behavior. When inside the Gala building and goes into the ballroom, he is sat at a table with Nemuri, Hizashi, and Emi Fukukado aka Ms. Joke who makes it her mission to flirt and crack bad jokes that he can barely hear after switching his earmuffs with his earplugs.

Half an hour passes, and though nothing happens, he still can’t calm down. He’s full of two glasses of champagne at this point, but nothing is soothing him. He is on edge, his eyes jetting from the jazz band playing next to the main stage to the mouths of the guests moving as they chat and laugh among each other. The main ballroom is packed with pros of all ages and statuses, most he knows. But he can’t bring himself to say hi. He’s just too damn scared.

Someone taps his arm and he turns, finding Hizashi looking concerned. Aizawa takes a plug out of his ear and leans toward him to hear his friend better. “Man, are you okay?” he murmurs. “You look like you’re ready for someone to shoot up the place.”

“Don’t joke about that,” Aizawa hisses as Hizashi chuckles, sipping on his third glass of champagne. “And yeah, I’m good. Just wondering when these paparazzi are gonna take a hint.” He glares at the camera lens he clearly sees peeking out of some potted plants along the wall for decoration. Of course, they’d be here.

“Least they’ll get your good side,” Hizashi jokes, clinking his glass with Aizawa’s.

This manages to make Aizawa crack a smile until the band’s rendition of a popular jazz song fades and the sound of a mic turning on makes him grip the tablecloth. All attention is now on one of the hosts standing on stage. “Attention, ladies and gentlemen!” he cheerfully says. “We’d like to begin tonight by giving you all a generous welcome and a thank you for coming together tonight. Invited to the stage now is someone who isn’t just better with words, but with bringing others together in dire times of need. Please give me a hand in welcoming the symbol of peace, All Might!”

Applause fills the air as Toshinori Yagi aka All Might takes the stage, shaking the hand of the host. He isn’t in his All Might form–he has decided to take his real form for tonight; all skinny and lanky. Though he still has a considerable amount of muscle mass, it’s nothing compared to his buff All Might form. He is dressed in a nice gray suit as he moves to the podium with some cue cards.

The ballroom falls silent, ready to listen in on his speech. “Thank you,” he says into the mic, “and good evening. I decided to not take the stage in my usual form tonight. I wanted to be real in front of you people.” He stands tall and proud of his form, which Aizawa respects most about him. “I stand before you tonight as not the symbol of peace, not the number one pro hero, but as a man who only wishes to protect others.”

He glances down at his card before continuing, eyeing the entire ballroom. “Together, we sit here as people who share the same dreams of protecting others from harm. We share the same heart. The same soul. The same mind.”

Like a drug taking over his system, the trigger is immediate. Aizawa’s body and mind react before he can even process what’s happening. His mind immediately goes blank and a switch is flipped that instantly has him panting, sweating, and hard as a rock. ‘No!’ he thinks, panicking. ‘No, no, no, not here!’

He grips the table with so much force that his knuckles turn white. He grits his teeth as he feels his cock push against his pants, aching and desperate for release. Oh, God, it hurts. He can feel his eyes prick with tears at the ache in his pants, wanting, needing to be touched. He begins to feel hot in his suit, his collar too tight and the fabric uncomfortable on his skin. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpers quietly to himself.

Nemuri suddenly turns to glance at him. “Hm?” she hums, her eyes worried. “Shouta, are you alright, honey?”

Aizawa doesn’t notice his hand on his tie until he’s undoing it and tossing it aside. “Y-Yeah,” he softly stutters. “J-Just feelin’ hot.” He goes for his suit jacket next, stripping himself as Nemuri watches, confused at his change in behavior. He tries to focus on Toshinori’s speech, but he can’t. The urge to strip himself and get his hands on his dick is too much.

Now Emi is staring at him too, along with Hizashi. “Hey, what’s the matter, Easerhead? Champagne got your tongue?” Emi snickers at her own joke, but no one else is. They’re too busy staring at Aizawa as he pops a couple buttons to his crisp button-down shirt. ‘No!’ he tells himself. He can’t do this here. He refuses!

Quickly, he rises from his seat. He does it so fast that he nearly knocks over his glass of champagne. The sound of the chair squeaking across the floor causes several people to stare up at him curiously. “Shouta, what’s up?” Hizashi questions, a confused scowl on his face.

Aizawa backs away, leaving his tie and suit jacket at the table. The heat of his body grows, desperate to be free of his clothes. “Excuse me, but I-I’ve gotta get out of here,” he gasps. “I need air!” He turns around and hurries out of the ballroom, heading right towards the hall leading to the bathrooms and emergency exits.

“Wait, Shouta!” Hizashi calls behind him, but Aizawa doesn’t turn around. He can’t. He knows if he stops he’ll strip himself naked and cum in front of everybody. He’ll never be able to live it down. So he ventures out of the ballroom’s double doors into the hallway. He knows from being here dozens of times that the nearest bathroom is right next to the ballroom, meaning he’ll definitely be found and heard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouts, rushing down the hallway. Luckily, it’s empty so no one sees him acting crazy as he looks from left to right, up and down the hall. When he turns a right corner, he comes to another ballroom with unlocked double doors.

Slowly, he walks towards them and peeks inside, finding the entire room to be dark and empty. He could cry with happiness. “Thank you,” he whispers to the ceiling, promising to go back to saying grace before he eats for this gift.

Quickly, he rushes inside and shuts the door behind him. When he is sure that he is alone, standing in the pure black of the dark room, he gives into the trigger. “Last time,” he whispers hoarsely as he strips himself completely of his clothes. “Last fuckin’ time.”

The rest of his Armani suit comes flying off of him, the articles of clothing lying discarded on the floor. This includes the dress shoes that he kicks off and socks. He now stands in the warm, dark room, feeling completely and utterly relaxed. He looks down, finding his cock to be unbelievably hard, twitching, and dripping in precum. “Jesus,” he whispers.

He gently brushes the base of his dick and shivers as the warm yet rough pads of his calloused fingertips graze the sensitive skin. He grips his cock and immediately begins to slowly pump up and down. He twitches and throbs in response to the tight grip on his dick, causing him to begin to slowly fuck his hand now wet with his precum. “Fuck,” he softly moans. “Oh, fuck!”

His head falls back and his eyes flutter closed, falling into the bliss of being completely out of control of his situation. His hips begin to move on their own, pumping and thrusting faster into his hand which strokes in time. Wet, slick sounds of his hand stroking his cock fill the air along with the soft moans and grunts that leave his lips. His balls, heavy with cum, begin to swell, signaling that he’s ready to reach the point of no return.

His mind is blank, only filled with the urge to cum. That warm feeling he has come to love fills his core as he pumps his hips faster and faster. Tears pool in his eyes, threatening to fall down his face. “Gonna cum,” he whimpers. “Gonna…gonna…” His eyes squeeze tight and his arm begins to ache from how fast he’s stroking his dick, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to cum.

‘Cum all over yourself, baby,’ he hears the voice of Earwave coo in his head. ‘Cum for me.’

Finally, he does. The pleasure he feels reaches heavenly heights, causing him to curl his toes. “Fuck!” he shouts, throwing his head back to the tiled ceiling as tears of relief drip down his handsome face. He doesn’t try to keep his voice down as he cums all over himself–his hand, his stomach, his thighs. Cum spurts onto the floor at his feet and some onto his toned abs, load after load dripping down his cock. He keeps stroking, his mouth open in a silent O at the pleasure.

He goes and goes until he can’t anymore. Until his balls are empty and he is sure he’s overstimulating himself. The fog of his hypnotized state vaporizes and he finds himself naked and standing in the aftermath in the dark. His body loosens and he heaves a sigh, feeling normal finally. He expects to find himself in his situation so he doesn’t even try to get dressed too quickly.

What he doesn’t expect, however, is to be suddenly washed in a bright light that penetrates the cloak of darkness he once stood in. He also doesn’t expect to see the number of people standing in the room with him, staring at him with wide eyes as if they can’t believe they’re seeing a pro hero with his dick in his hand.

On his left stands a group of waiters in their uniforms setting up for the next course, trays and glasses in hand. On his right stands a camera crew testing their cameras for pictures and footage from the Gala.

And behind him are by far the worst group of people who could’ve seen him like this: Hizashi, Nemuri, and Ms. Joke stand on the threshold of the ballroom, mouths open and eyes wide at the sight of their friend and colleague in some predicament. Two security guards stand behind him too, equally as shocked and disturbed.

“Oh, shit,” he utters.

The silence is tense and thick; you couldn’t cut it with a knife. You’d need a damn chainsaw. Aizawa feels like a zoo animal being gawked at from behind a cage. He is frozen to the spot, not able to process words or movement as he stays stuck to his spot, humiliated and embarrassed.

Hizashi is the first one to speak and cut through the deafening silence. “U-Uh,” he cuts into the silence. He abruptly turns towards the two guards behind him. “Sorry about this, fellas! Looks like Eraserhead isn’t hurt. Just…preoccupied.” He glances at Aizawa who does his best to cover his now-flaccid dick.

Hizashi steps into the room, arms raised. “Don’t worry, folks! He just needed some time alone. Everyone gets socially awkward now and again. I know I do.” He chuckles nervously before waving everyone out of the room. “If everyone could please give us some privacy? I need some time to chat with my friend here.”

The waiters and camera crew waste no time doing so. Each one hurries out the door, one at a time, walking past Aizawa with adverted gazes. Hizashi stands by the door, waving everyone out. “Everything’s cool, everything’s fine, don’t worry, thanks!” he hurriedly says with a wide, false grin on his face. He nods at Nemuri and Emi who stand there, cheeks pink and all nervous smiles. “You ladies, too.”

Nemuri does her best to hide her smile as she turns to leave. “Oh, my,” she giggles, a hand on her mouth. Emi is still staring at Aizawa’s physique as Hizashi shuttles her out the door. “I’m glad to know that foot size thing isn’t a myth,” she purrs, making Nemuri cackle. Aizawa blushes, quickly moving to put on his briefs.

Once the room is empty, Hizashi shuts the door. With a huff, he crosses his arms and saunters up to Aizawa. He is neither mad nor disappointed. If anything, he looks sorry for Aizawa. “Well, my friend, you’ve got some explainin’ to do,” he hums. “And not just to me. You’ve got Nemuri, Ms. Joke, the poor staff you violated by jacking it in front of ‘em, and the security guards we had search for you alongside us in a panic after you left the room.”

Aizawa flushes with embarrassment and guilt. “Hizashi, I–”

“And the poor souls behind that security camera,” Hizashi continues, nodding up at the top right corner of the ceiling. Aizawa’s eyes widen in horror. “Behind the what?” he snaps.

He turns, finding the obvious lens of a camera stuck to the top right corner of the tiled ceiling. There’s no doubt whoever is behind it saw him and his dick. “Fuck!” he shouts, running his hands through his hair. “I’m screwed. I’m gonna lose my license and my job and–”

“Oh, hush!” Hizashi scoffs, patting him on the shoulder. “Principal Nezu adores you; someone has to be hard on those kids and it can’t be me. Plus, you’re Eraserhead! You’d have to do way more to lose your license as a pro hero than simply beating your meat.”

Aizawa cringes at the term, but then again, that’s what the fuck he was doing. He sighs in defeat, standing in his briefs with his very supportive friend. “So I take it I was right then?” Hizashi asks, a hand on his narrow hip.

Aizawa doesn’t speak, his pride enabling him not to admit it. But Hizashi knows better. He chuckles pridefully as he wraps an arm around his friend, winking at him. “How ‘bout that ramen dinner, hm?”

Aizawa has no choice but to do so. After getting dressed and sneaking out one of the exits, they ditch the Gala, call an Uber, and head straight for the nearest ramen place. An hour into dinner, they sit at a private booth in front of two steaming bowls of ramen (one spicy with extra pork, one not) and several empty glasses of beer that Aizawa definitely needed after the night he’s had.

Hizashi eyes him from under the warm glow of the lantern above them. He stripped himself of his suit before coming in to reveal the Plus Ultra tee underneath. “You didn’t heed my warning, did you?” he sighs. “You got caught up in that site, didn’t you?” Aizawa doesn’t respond, slurping down his noodles to avoid admitting to his sins. “Which audio was it?” Hizashi pushes, raising an eyebrow.

Aizawa glances nervously at him from over his bowl. With a sigh, he lowers his chopsticks. “It was a hypnosis audio,” he mumbles. “I got curious, listened to it, and…” He leans back into his seat, his body shivering at the thought of the many good nuts he’s had because of that one audio. “It gave me the strongest orgasm of my life,” he sighs. “Fuck, Hizashi…I’ve never felt that good. My stress was no longer a problem!” He balls a hand under his chin, rubbing at his scruff in thought. “Except there was a trigger word.”

“Oooh, yeaaah,” Hizashi hisses through his teeth. “That’ll do it. I’m not gonna ask about the word, so don’t worry, but what happens to you when you hear it?”

“I always get the undying urge to strip and cum on the spot,” Aizawa confesses. “Doesn’t matter where I am. I’m immediately hypnotized.”

Hizashi makes a noise between a wheeze and a gasp. “Well, that explains a lot!” he shouts. “Shit, Shouta! Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve told you those erotic hypno audios aren’t to be fucked around with. You have to be very careful.”

“I didn’t think about it, alright?” Aizawa grumbles, flushing under the lantern light. “Even when I did the research, I didn’t stop listening to it. I-I couldn’t!” He feels like a perverted loser even explaining this to Hizashi. Giving up everything else important to him in his life for a good orgasm? He’ll never be able to live this down.

“So you only made it worse,” Hizashi huffs. “Well, I hope you learned your lesson, ‘Zawa.”

Aizawa slowly nods as he takes a sip of his fourth beer. “Have I,” he grumbles. “No more audios for me, at least not for a while. And though erotic hypno is nice, that might have to take the back shelf too.” He’d find another way to ease his stress. Maybe a nice trip to a sauna or a sex toy. Plus, he’s sure his body and his cock won’t be desensitized to porn anymore after so much time without it. So maybe there are some silver linings.

Hizashi nods, agreeing with him. “Yeah, that would probably be in your right mind to do so.”

At the same time Aizawa’s eyes widen as he stares daggers at his friend, his body goes rigid, his mind blank, and his cock hard. Hizashi’s eyes widen in astonishment as he watches his friend’s demeanor change right at the flip of a switch. Aizawa grips the table and he begins to kick off his shoes. “You son of a bitch,” he snarls.

Hizashi caws like a bird with laughter as he claps his hands. “Oh, shit!” he cackles. “That actually fucking worked!”

Aizawa stands so fast that the beer glasses clank together. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” he growls, enraged, but he can only think about getting himself out of his clothes and blowing another load into his hand. Promising to murder his friend later, he quickly moves away from the table and practically races to the bathroom, not caring if anyone is in there or not.

Hizashi stays put, giggling at his friend’s pain as their cute waitress comes back with a pitcher of beer. “More beer, fellas?” she chirps, then frowns when she sees Aizawa’s empty seat.

“He’ll take two, please,” Hizashi says with a wink. He snickers as he watches Aizawa disappear into the bathroom, leaving his shoes outside the door. “Believe me; he’ll need ‘em after this.”

THE END.

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