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[mrskurono]

professor!Aizawa Shouta x fem!Reader x college!Shinso a/n: repost from my wattpad + modified to be an x reader word count: 1.6k tags: fem!Reader, college au, freshman!Shinso, professor!Reader, professor!Aizawa, peeping tom Shinso, voyeurism, male masturbation, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, teacher/student eluded to character(s): Shinso Hitoshi (bnha), Aizawa Shota (bnha) synopsis: Plot wise it loosely follows this previous story - Teaching instead of hero-ing at a local college has it's ups and down between Aizawa and the reader. Leading to it one college freshman taking a liking to one teacher more than the other.

Later than intended Shinso wasn't particularly fond of the sudden wake up call he'd gotten at one in the morning because of nature.

Worse off when the UA student picked through the silent inns halls to find a bathroom furthest away from everyone. Embarrassed enough to have to pee in the middle of the night like some little kid. Shinso wasn't about to wake anyone else from his course since he still considered himself 'fresh meat' to the hero course.

This was a well taken care of field trip that at least was laid back even if his core class professor, the college's physical education teacher, and three other recruiter heroes who were giving them demos and work during the day to improve their quirks along with normal school work. Shinso found himself wandering down a hall he recalled Aizawa told the class where the professors would be.

'We will all be down the hall on the opposing wing. If anyone needs anything a instructor will be within reach.' Mr. Aizawa was very deliberate in letting everyone know where a college rep could be found if something went whacky.

'And do not hesitate to get one of us!' You had added there was nothing any of you wouldn't help with. So Shinso figured traipsing down the instructors rooming hall wasn't so bad if he woke one of them up looking for a bathroom in the dark.

There wasn't complete darkness though. From a crack in the door soft warm light spilled out at the furthest end of the inns darken hall. Shinso tentatively approached wondering who was still up like him.

"F-Fuck Shota-"

The student's blood rushed to his cheeks the moment he heard the overly familiar voice whisper a hushed slur of curses.

"Sh, do you want to wake anyone?" Mr. Aizawa's voice, Shinso could pick up on his teacher's voice immediately even with the deep hushed growl.

"Mmm- You fucking asshole-" Shinso knew that voice. It was you. Your low moan cut off whatever words you was trying to say leading Shinso lean in more to hear you, "Mm- Shota! You can't expect me to be quiet when you-!"

Aizawa could be heard with a low groan accompanied by a barely audible squeak to a bed frame, "Do what?"

The lump growing in the man's throat was nothing to the tightness in his chest or growing tightness in his boxers. Shinso swallowed hard but there was no help with the rushing nose becoming static in his ears and the sweatiness to his palms.

"S-Shota~"

Shinso knew what you both were doing. There was no hiding what he'd stumbled upon. He should forget about going pee and go right back to his room and act like he heard nothing.

He couldn't.

The normally quiet observant man couldn't move his feet even an inch. Worse off he began thinking of you. How much he liked it when you hugged him. Or watched you move in class. Shinso's thoughts traveled even further off. Imagining you in some compromising positions at the expense of getting caught. That whimpering string of moans coming muffled but audible nonetheless. All of it while his teacher was the one causing it.

The purple haired man caved to his desires. He needed to look.

For all the glory he'd imagine wasn't anything comparable to what the lavender eyed student got. Door ajar just enough the crook in the hinge was more than enough to see it. Bed landscape to the door frame meant Shinso saw everything.

You, with your ass propped up so perfectly in the air. A fluffy pillow tucked under your abdomen only to serve as something sturdy for Aizawa to slam his hips into. The muscular pro hero had your larger frame pinned under him. Clearly deep inside you as Aizawa used one hand to push your ass down on his cock and the other a tight grip on your hip to pull you back further on his cock. Your eyes shut tight as Aizawa was doing quite the opposite taking in the sight under him.

He reared his hips back and once more slammed without second thought into your sloppy cunt. Unlike before, you stifled your moan and that pleased Aizawa as a twisted smirk crossed his pale lips. His hand dropped from holding your hip and trailed down your back until it met back up with his other and the hero gripped your ass for better leverage. Fucking you into the bed like he meant it. You no better off gnawing down on your forearm to slow the string of moans escaping you every time Aizawa snapped into you.

Ass, thighs, tits, tummy, every part of your body jiggling with the forceful thrusts. As unflattering as it had to be to see, you didn't care with the tight building in your core as Aizawa fucked you towards a mindblowing orgasm.

Before he even registered it, Shinso's hand was down the front of his boxers. Not even enough dignity to drop them. The man was pumping his cock in some semblance to match Aizaw's thrust best he could. Flicking his tongue over his dry lips Shinso was engulfed by the sight.

Watching every detail he could. From the flex in Aizawa's abdomen to the sweat dripping down his forehead from under the messy bun he'd thrown his hair up into. Your contorted face as you struggled to keep quiet. But at the perfect volume Shinso could hear it all. Every curse word, moan and whimper.

He was watching his professors fuck. And he loved it.

Desperate to keep his pace from blowing his load right away Shinso worried they'd outlast him. Perhaps Aizawa would but you whimpered louder than any time before.

"I- I can't- Shouta- Fuck-" You arched your back up and grinded against his thrusting hips. Shinso didn't know what you were doing but as the tightness in his own stomach began and the ache in his length became too much instinct told him not to look away now.

Aizawa bent down. Bringing his lips to your ear. Shinso strained. Now he couldn't hear but desperately needed to. You squirmed as Aizawa pushed deep into your aching cunt but his low whisper was what sent a shiver down your spine, "We have company, give them a show love hmm?"

Barely anymore instruction than that you didn't have a chance to help yourself as Aizawa leaned back up and fucked into you relentlessly. All good the you could do from screaming in the middle of the night you buried your face half in the pillow. Turned outwards so incase what your lover said was right. Then your peeping tom could see your hardly lucid drooling face as your orgasm built.

Shinso's breathing hitched. All he could see was you. And you were looking towards the door! Not able to help the speed he stroked his cock anymore the man forced himself to cover his mouth with one hand to keep quiet as the other pumped his aching cock. He felt like his legs were jello and his stomach tightened suddenly.

You didn't turn your head. Instead reaching your hand down to find your clit. If there was one thing more than Aizawa's fucking that drove you to madness. It was playing with your clit as he fucked you into nothing. Already ready to explode the moment your finger grazed your clit it was game over for your sanity.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck Shota- Shota I can't-! I'm gonna-"

"Shh-" Aizawa growled, his knuckles digging into your hips as he fought off his own orgasm. Trying to keep pace as your body twitched towards the point of no return, "Cum~ Cum on my cock- Shit, just like that-

Shinso felt his body tighten. Your back visually dipped in with a shudder and it was all over. As your orgasm racked every inch of your body and you came twitching down to every inch of your body. Your eyes even rolling to the back of your head in pure bliss.

Those muffled moans sent Shinso right over his own edge. Half a squeeze of his cock and without a second thought ropes of cum hit the outward facing side of the door. As his instructor moaned, Shinso bit into his lip following his meager strokes with the shudder of your hips. Imagining it was his cock buried balls deep inside you. Swallowed in warmth emptying his drooling cum inside you. Shinso wasn't even sure he could feel his legs as the last drop of creamy cum dribbled off his overly spent cock.

Still, hand wrapped around his cock and lavender eyes glued to you as he attentively watched Mr. Aizawa finally pull out. Slowly like for show. Out gushed from your folds was at least double the amount of cum he'd just lost to the door in front of him. Shinso swallowed with a quick flick of his tongue over his lips.

Desperately he found himself wanting to know what it tasted like. Smelled like. Felt like.

Yanked from his thoughts by the soft slap of Aizawa's hands on your ass. Shinso frantically stuffed himself back inside his boxers. Completely forgetting he had to pee in the first place. Shinso didn't even think twice about the mess he left trying to leave undetected.

Whereas in the room Aizawa crawled beside you. You draped your arm over your face and Aizawa leaned down to bury his face in your neck. Kissing along your sensitive neck knowing you couldn't move even if you wanted to, "You haven't cum that hard in a while."

"Haven't had a peeper in a while." you smiled into the pillow you held a death grip on. His trail of kissing causing goosebumps to pop up all over your skin.

Aizawa smiled into the crook of your neck. Not admitting how good he felt either as he laid down behind you, "Even good heroes, are naughy every now and again."

[mrskurono]

college!Kirishima x fem!Reader x college!Shinso

a/n: repost from my wattpad + modified to be an x reader

word count: 4.4k

tags: fem!Reader, college au, freshman!Shinso, freshman!Kirishima, implied age gap, professor/student relations, brief dubcon to full consent, threesome, oral (fem giving), unprotected sex, double creampie, my KiriShin agenda, praise kink

character(s): Shinso Hitoshi (bnha), Kirishima Eijirou (bnha)

synopsis: Plot wise it loosely follows this previous story - Kirishima and notices his teacher isn't feeling themselves lately. Kiri to the rescue! He asks Shinso what might be bothering their favorite teacher. And the observant hero in training has a sneaking suspicion what might be causing such a lull in your normally chipper attitude.

Kirishima tapped his index finger on his lip after Shinso's little storytime came to an end. No hiding the blush on his cheeks Kirishima didn't acknowledge it since Shinso seemed unphased, "...so...Ms. L/N and Mr. Aizawa aren't...?"

Shinso's dreary eyes didn't change even with the scandalous discussion with his fellow hero, "For a while. And Mr. Aizawa stayed out a couple of nights last week and this week."

The red headed man's cheeks puffed up at the indignation anyone would upset his favorite instructor. Even if it was one of his own professors. Kirishima drudged through any thought he could manage to make the you happy in the spur of the moment, "I mean...cupcakes? A card? A puppy? I don't know Shinso! Ms. L/N needs cheering up! What do we do?!"

Nothing short of the sliest smile crossed the cerulean haired man's lips, "I mean...there's certainly something we could do to cheer up Ms. L/N." Kirishima blinked a little confused. But knew Shinso loved the UA professor just as much as he did so there was no way he didn't want to hear him out. That devious smirk didn't disappear and Shinso palmed the back of his neck, "If you're willing, we could make her very happy."

That was the last of those damned intake papers. You sighed leaning back in your office chair. No way a normal college physical education teacher would have to keep so much information on students. Then again any other college wouldn't be trying to train the generations next top heroes in an ivy league setting.

One more deep sigh and you pushed yourself away from your desk and the rest of the teacher responsibilities you had could wait until after the weekend to return to. A bunched up feeling between your legs and you darted a quick look around to make sure you were totally alone. All to embarrassingly tugging at the cheeky pair of panties from riding up the last half of the day. Midnight had convinced you this would solve all your self esteem problems.

"Pride in ones sexuality lifts the heart of nearly all burdens!" The dark haired vixen explained to you in detail. For some reason you bought it. Why you didn't really know. But the garments uncomfortability really took your mind a little off the fight you'd had with Shota just to replace it with a literal all day wedgie. Only the privacy of the end of the day really relieving this never ending stress.

"Ms. L/N!"

"Huh?! Wha-?!" you whipped around like you'd been caught red handed freeing the dumb panties moments before alone in your office, "Kirishima?! Shinso?!" You blinked not expecting to see your tentative students this late after school. A second forethought worrying if they'd seen you humiliating fight with the wedgie, "Boys, what are you doing here? Schools been over for almost an hour."

Oddly you saw Kirishima twiddling his thumbs and you cocked your head to the side. Shinso complacently standing beside the fumbling redhead, "Well. We- It's just- You seemed so sad today Ms. L/N." Kirishima looked up earnestly from his fidgeting hands, "We were worried! And wanted to see if you were ok."

Of course your expression softened. These guys. Shota could take a pointer or two from them. You smiled with a solemn nod, "Thank you, really both of you. Things are fine. You shouldn't be worrying about teachers. That's our jobs."

Shinso palmed the back of his neck as Kirishima sheepishly looked down and muttered, "...I know...you're just our favorite, and don't want you to be upset."

Your heart broke a little and you could only wave their concern away, "No no no it's alright it's alright." You half turned around to your desk with a gesture, "I'm just finishing up work. It's the weekend go home, get some rest and relax."

As you monologued with your attention away Shinso discretely elbowed Kirishima in the side. A very faint jut of his chin in your direction. Red dusted the man's face but he nodded knowing what he needed to do, "Ms. L/N."

"Hmm?" you turned back to them.

"...can I get a hug?" Kirishima muttered chagrined.

"Well of course," All this over a silly hug. You whole heartedly opened yours arms for a good bear hug.

Right away Kirishima stepped forward and latched his arms around you. One odd side stepped but you didn't think anything of it as Kirishima forced you to turn away from Shinso with his face buried in the your chest almost childishly.

Far from expecting it, you felt a second set of arms come around your waist from behind. Before you could register it, Shinso's face was pressed into the back of your neck. His soft breath tickling the stray hairs along your nape. Immediately a shiver shot through your body weakly forcing you to pull away. But both boys kept you snug in place with their embrace.

You squeaked out when Kirishima's face moved from a platonic hug to brushing his lips on the other side of your neck opposite of Shinsou, "Y-You two wait what-"

"You're so tense Ms. L/N," Shinso's low satin voice danced along your ear just as his lips brushed the conjunction of your ear lobe and neck.

"Wait now don't-"

"Ms. L/Nyou smell so good," Kirishima's lips danced opposite of Shins's as he leaned into you taking in your sweet scent.

"And you're so soft," Shinso's hands dropped down to your abdomen. Gripping your hips to leverage you back into his chest. A fluttering touch down to your ass and the fresh faced hero felt the distinctive line of lace bundled up under your hero uniform, "And...you wore such delightful underwear Ms. L/N."

Kirishima pushed himself up against your chest like an exuberant puppy, his hands no better as they traveled behind to pull you against him. Both men in a game of tug of war with your body smashed between, "Let me touch more Ms. L/N, we want to make you feel good."

Moaning weakly it was far worse off to even comprehend the situation befalling you. Magnified by the fact they both had planned this on top of it. Each set of hands traveling over your body like they'd die if they lost contact on you. Shinso's teeth brushing your collarbone as the taller of the two students leaned in behind you. Kirishima dotting almost frantic little kisses up the other side of your neck. Both of them immobilizing you between their bodies no matter which way you wiggled. They were working together. And firmly working against you.

"Y-You two, no s-stop-" You melted under the over abundance of attention suddenly. The weakness in your legs only growing as their hands groped, squeezed and mapped out every inch of your body, "Th-This- Mm no- Fuck- S-Stop-"

"But Ms. L/N, we just want to make you feel good," Kirishima blinked up at you. His kisses had trailed down to the top he'd began tugging on. Not a hint of malice in his red eyes as he looked on at you.

"You deserve to feel amazing," Shinso mumbled into your shoulder as his hands circled around to link under your belly button and pull you back into him. A well placed tight hug leaving you to lean back into his attention.

"Don't think about anything," Kirishima murmured as he brought his face level with yours. This point there was no hiding his blush. One sharp toothed tug on his bottom lip and Kirishima tossed aside thinking about consequences anymore.

Smashing his lips to yours, Kirishima's hands came up immediately to cup your face. Shinso doing his best to hug you tight from behind and bury his face into your neck and shoulder. Kirishima worried his action was wrong. All until you caved. The tiniest moan escaped your lips into the kiss. No more invitation needed Kirishima parted his lips against yours for the messiest sloppiest kiss as he clung to every second of it. How desperately he'd wanted this but could never identify it. For that he had to thank Shinso for helping him realize what he wanted.

Pulling away slowly, warm lips fading against one another Kirishima opened his eyes to see you staring blankly at him. The blush on his cheeks shared with you now as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You'd never been kissed like that.

A lull in any noise in the office room.

"I love you Ms. L/N!" Kirishima blurted.

You hardly fathomed a word he said, "E-Eijirou wait-"

Shinso's hand came up under your chin. Doing a careful motion to tip your head back to him as Kirishima pressed himself into you once more. Your eyes falling to the stoic face of Aizawa's prodigy locked with your own. Kirishima's blush getting the best of all of them now as Shinso couldn't even fight off the pink dusting to his cheeks.

Before your words could come up Shinso replaced Kirishima's lips with his own. Less brash as the red heads. But just as greedy and lingering as long as humanly possible. Shinso had let go of your chin and let you fall into the kiss as earnestly as you wanted. Which was quite a bit as you turned around to press into the blue haired student's kiss. Kirishima not missing a beat wrapping around your waist from behind and slipping his hands under your blouse as Shinso distracted your worrisome mouth.

When the kiss finally did fall to silence you couldn't believe the ache in you entire body. Skin on fire and the flutter in your stomach was intoxicatingly. It had been literal years since feeling like this. And here you were nearly melting at the hands of two students.

"Kirishima and I...." Shinso finally being taken over with a tad bit of fluster as he could taste the lingering taste of your lips on his own, "-Love you. Please, let us- me- making you feel amazing."

"You deserve it Ms. L/N!" Kirishima brought his face up from the crook of your neck. Pressing his lips into your cheek as his hands came up to cup under your breasts. A minor whimper from your lips trying to fight it off as Kirishima's dexterous fingers traced under your sports bra.

Shinso no better as he pressed his lips to the opposite of your face. A string of sweet nothings mimicking Kirishima's praise as his hands traveled down. Groping behind you with fistfuls of your thighs and ass trying to pull you closer like it was even possible, "You do everything for us, please, please let us make you happy again."

A tremble in your bottom lip. You had no idea how badly you needed to hear this. Not from this circumstance. But your body working against you fast as Kirishima's hands wiggled their way up under the tight fabric of your bra. Kneading and mapping every inch of your breasts. Unable to recount the last time your body was this on fire. No touch had made you so starved for more. Here they were though. Praising and pleading with you for the ground you walked on. Finally you conceded.

"My boys," your hands found their way to Shinso's cheek and one on Kirishima's. They stopped their frantic grabbing to turn their attention to you between them. A calmness washed over both men as they'd been running on pure adrenaline at this pointing getting them this far. Their held breath melted from them as that serene warm smile crossed your lips. Parting a kiss on both their cheeks as you took in a deep breath, "Lets at least go some place better suited, since you've both made up your mind."

The U.A. college campus had selective rooms built to help muscle training. Benefits of these rooms that they were secluded, lockable rooms normally furnished with a hefty station for muscle stretches and manipulation. This wasn't any of those reasons.

You sat between Shinso's legs, back pressed into the blue haired students bare chest as his arms looped around you, paying special attention to your squishy supple chest. Ready to be ashamed for the stretch marks and unyouthful parts you focused on daily. Both of them were ecstatically beside themselves to see you naked. No fault in your appearance at all Kirishima's and Shinso's hands didn't stop grabbing, massaging and tracing every scar, pudge and inch of your skin. You almost unaccustomed to such attentiveness. Even more enthralled as you'd mention here and there where to bite or kiss. And one or both of them would jump on the advice. Unafraid to take all the lead you had. You nearly forgetting to feel ashamed for the body worshipping they were giving you.

"Ok ok ok, that's enough you two," you finally broke them away from the absurd amount of kissing and licking they'd spent on your chest. Apparent both men were a fan of breasts with the occasional ass squeeze. Shinso harboring fascination with kissing and biting your stomach. While Kirishima's maw was almost constantly on one of your nipples. Exchanging only when Shinso and Kirishima had an unspoken connection to swap where they were on your body.

They looked up at you almost worried you were putting a halt on this. Instead you smiled chagrined down at them, "Sit up, good boys deserve to feel good too."

Shinso and Kirishima exchanged a look. But thus far listened to everything you said and immensely enjoyed the outcome. So they shuffled positions a little until Shinso and Kirishima were sat next to each other on the sturdy cushioned table. You knelt down between the two with nothing more than boxers and the obvious tents in their underwear. Slightly impressed two needy men really hadn't complained about themselves not being taken care of this long. It was only right you returned the favor to make them feel just as wonderful.

Kirishima of course not following with you on the ground between them, "Ms. L/N what are you-"

"Shh," you hushed with a devilish smile. They swallowed the lump in their throats as you leaned between them. A hand on each of their thighs traveling up to the clear hard on between both men's legs.

Almost immediately Kirishima vocalized his pleasure when your hand brushed along his clothed cock. Shinso a little more dignified with a bite to his lip and watching attentively at you down between them. Duality in your touch, you rubbed up and down their clothed hard cocks until earning a moan from even the quiet one. It made your heart flutter. Their enjoyment so clear and obvious and shared with you. Over your body on top of it all. It was otherworldly.

"I can't take your clothes off at the same time," you smirked as your feathery touched left them. Kirishima and Shinso clearly deflating to have your hands leave, "Take them off for me loves."

Shinso and Kirishima nodded quickly. Fumbling with their waist bands to yank their boxers down freeing their members. You were taken back a moment seeing the aching swollen cocks standing up right just for you. How turned on they were for you alone was beyond flattering. So you figured you indefinitely owed returning the pleasure.

When they went to sit back down you insisted they stay standing. Kirishima spared Shinso a look unsure what you wanted. But up to this point the smooth talking mind quirk hero was going on pure luck. They were at the mercy of the more experienced woman now.

You smiled up at them. Kirishima and Shinso seven shades of red darker seeing your face up against their cocks. A gentle touch down both their thighs you wanted them to adjust and take a deep breath. Small kisses down and over their stomachs and thighs just to help calm them down. Once you felt them relax you leaned in and took Kirishima's cock without hesitation between your lips. Not expecting to even experience the jolt of tingling pleasure shoot through his body the red headed hero jerked his hand over his mouth stifling the throaty groan.

Still able to hear him you smiled around his cock. Slurping up his length as Kirishima fought his moans. He whimpered when the warmth of your lips left his cock. But something else filled him as he watched you lean over and repeat the same tease with Shinso.

He twitched and couldn't cover his face quick enough to no moan. Embarrassingly louder than his friend at this point. Kirishima watched enthralled as your lips wrapped around all the way down to the base like you'd done to him. Renewed ache in his stomach seeing it happen to the one beside him. Kirishima's gaze drifted up to Shinso. Who was fixated on you working your lips over his hard on. Thus far had been a leap of faith in what they were doing. So Kirishima took one more.

Hand coming up he turned Shinso to him and smashed his lips onto his fellow hero's mouth. At first it wasn't like kissing you at all. When Shinso's hand came up and found Kirishima's cheek it changed into something just as good though. Both men's lips mashed together giving you the best opportunity to make them feel good without embarrassing them with any lewd noises.

Taking full advantage you swapped between close attention to both cocks. Sucking and nursing just until the taste of precum touched your lips. Then switched to the other and repeated. All while your hand lazily stroked the other's you'd just devoured. Swapping over until you lost the distinctive taste of Shinso's precum from Kirishima's. Both men graveling for one another's touch now as the practice kisses turned into heated making out. You finally couldn't stand the drenched panties hardly keeping your juices from dripping down your inner thighs.

Shinso and Kirishima pulled away from each other in a daze. Blue and red eyes smiling at each other until they turned down to the glistening wet lips of their professor. Helping you back up it wasn't a moments notice before Shinso demanded the first kiss. Devouring the taste of his cock and Kirishima's on your lips. Full tongue tasting every inch until he couldn't breath and was forced to pull away from you for air. Kirishima hardly giving you a chance to breath before yanking your attention to himself. Second hand tasting the mixture on your lips. Savoring the mess kiss Shinso had left you with and he desperately wanted to taste more of it.

"We want to make you feel even better-" Shinso muttered hardly above a husky whisper.

"Please-" Kirishima mumbled against the fleeting sensation of their kiss.

Still in a fog this was really all happening. You couldn't waiver the conviction in their eyes. And at this point no one was leaving without release. Warm and kind, you ushered both men to follow your lead with a kiss to the cheek. Then instructed Kirishima to lay down first on the bench. He was flustered but did so even when you climbed up on top of him. Your hips only inches away from his own crotch. Shino patiently waited his own instructions. And did not question when you told him to get up behind you.

A momentary pause to look at the hero in training under you. You had lined your hips up with Kirishima's but stopped. Feeling the worry setting in it was whisked away with Kirishima's big goofy grin, "Don't worry Ms. L/N, we love you."

Too much not to make your bottom lip quiver. You broke a smile on your lips and cupped the red headed hero's cheeks, "You two, are my heroes."

You'd expected the rush of pleasure but sinking back down to the hilt on Kirishima's cock sent an unexpected wave of tensing pleasure through your body. Had Shinso not wrapped his arms around your torso, you thought for a second you'd fall off the bench.

"S-So warm-" Kirishima whimpered, his hips bucked up a little as your cunt swallowed up his aching cock, "M-Ms. L/N- It's so good-"

You smiled seeing him tense and fight cumming right away. But he was at a loss where to put his hands. Taking his palms you placed them on either side of your hips and smiled sweetly down him, "Hold on, I'll move. Just enjoy yourself love."

Kirishima hardly able to reply only managed a head nod. Shinso's lips had found your neck once more. Kissing and sucking far more rough than when they'd ambushed you. Not ashamed to admit it only made your insides twist and tighten more. Slow grinding motions of your hips, you began moving yourself on Kirishima's cock. Shinso pressed tight up against your back the man didn't need to be told to move with you. He did just so he could grind his cock into your ass as you fucked yourself on Kirishima.

"F-Fuck-" you groaned not fathoming how good this felt even this slowly. Kirishima had dug his nails into your hips at this point. Drunk on pleasure he was trying his damndest not to blow it so quickly. Shinso's hands found your breasts as his mouth never left your neck. Hickies to hide and explain later.

"M-Ms. L/NI- I think-" Kirishima grunted. Beads of sweat causing his manicured hair to fall flat around his face.

"Go ahead-" One hand on his chest to prop yourself up and the other finding his cheek, you bounced a little more vigorously on his cock now as your own orgasm was building. For that you wanted to save it. Since Kirishima wasn't going to last a handful more of thrusts, "Feel good my little hero~ Feel good for me~"

Hardly the encouragement he needed Kirishima bucked his hips up one last time to match when yours came down. The twitch and spasm in his body was electrifying. A slough of mumbling groans escaping past his pointed teeth as his cock emptied every last drop of creamy cum inside your cunt.

Robbing him of a good breath Kirishima's hands fell from your hips. Panting his red eyes were haze but trying to focus up on you. The warm feeling he left you with was enchanting. As you leaned forward and slowly let Kirishima savor the feeling of his cock slide out of your seeded cunt. And his cum dribble out of your pussy onto his stomach. You laid a ginger kiss on his lips. The man doing his best to kiss you back sweetly.

"Thank you Kirishima," you whispered against one of your favorite student's lips. Kirishima out of words only had the strength to throw his arms around your shoulders and hug you tightly. Just as you wanted.

Now you angled your hips back and pressed yourself up against Shinso. As Kirishima buried his face in the side of your neck, you looked back up at him, "I didn't forget about my sweet silent one."

Shinso gulped. Suddenly it was his turn and his face flushed red, "I- Are you-"

"I love you too Shinso," you reached back to grabbed his hand with a squeeze, "This was your idea in the first place."

He eyes grew wide. You knew. For all the good it was worth his lingering stares and excuses to stay late were laid out in the open for the hero to no longer hide behind. Shinso took a deep breath and lined himself up with your entrance.

The thick scent of Kirishima's cum already between the intimate three of you. It was nearly intoxicating and turning him on more. Shinso fumbled a little but you angled herself up a little and one movement and he found himself buried deep inside you without regrets.

"Mmm Shinso~" you reached up gripping fistfuls of Kirishima's hair as your hips shimmied back onto the taller hero's cock.

"M-Ms. L/N-" Shinso grunted, hardly able to keep a moan back as he leaned into you. Pressing as deep into you as physically possible while laying a trail of kisses down your spine.

Thinking Kirishima was out for the count. You was surprised when the student hero tightened his hug and pinned your body down to his chest so you couldn't move too much, "Fuck her Shinso- Make Ms. L/Nfeel the absolute best like she is."

Heart fluttering in his chest. The quiet hero realized his friend was giving him the ultimate chance to make you feel good. Shinso paced himself. Familiarizing himself with the best hip movement. And a few breaks so he didn't burst as quickly as Kirishima did. It wasn't long before he found a sweet spot that caused you to twitch and arch your back to meet his cock every time.

"S-Shinso~ Oh fuck- I- God right there-" you couldn't believe the orgasm he was building inside you. Like his body was made for yours. It was something you hardly understood but the building pressure coming like a rushing damn through your body.

Panting at this point Shinso hardly felt anything aside from the rhythmic meeting of your hips. Kirishima's hold had loosen up. Just making it worse when you reached down to play with yourself as Shinso fucked you. Just that little addition made you tighten around his cock forcing the man to focus not to blow it so quickly.

"I- I won't- M-Ms. L/N-" Shinso grunted, his hands gripping your hips as he felt your cunt tense around him.

Kirishima feeling the tensing body on top of him. He began kissing all over you. Every where his mouth could reach, would get a kiss and a playful bite. Sometimes sinking his teeth in further to hear you moan out. Far too much both heroes, the attention sent you over the edge hardly able to vocalize it with real words.

"F-Fuck~! Oh fuck I- I'm cumming~!" Your finger flicked over your clit one last time before your legs quivered and insides twisted into a mind blowing orgasm. White noise rushing your ears hardly leaving you able to hear but the sweet groans of Shinso's moans as his hips twitched erratically. His seed emptied into you and mixing with your juices and what Kirishima had already given you. The mixture seeping out around his cock Shinso remained unable to move behind you. Only bending over panting with his face in the crook of your shoulder.

Everyone relaxing in one deep breath with Kirishima underneath with his arms around the both of you best he could manage.

Finally unsticking yourselves from one another. You found yourself sat up half way between them. Kirishima and Shinso with their face buried into your neck on either side. Their arms twisted around you giving her no chance to leave quickly. So you caved and relaxed back between the two sweethearts.

Without warning Kirishima and Shinso snuck a kiss on your cheeks, "We told you we'd make you feel amazing Ms. L/N."

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vigilante!Aizawa Shouta x fem!Reader a/n: repost from my wattpad + modified to be an x reader word count: 1.8k tags: fem!Reader, lots of blood, wounded Aizawa, language, eludes to pre U.A. Aizawa character(s): Aizawa Shouta (bnha) synopsis: Part Two Here - Shouta knows there's always a safe place to come back to in you. No matter what.

Creak.

Eyes shooting open the moment that sound hit your ears was more than enough to nab you from your shallow sleep. That window never opened without the your knowledge. Swinging your arm to toss the blanket off in an attempt to foil any approaching burglar who was making the mistake of crawling into your apartment for an easy target.

Sprung from bed you didn't even need to charge the intruder when the shadowy figure stumbled over the wad of blankets they got caught up in. Down they went but much to your disbelief this wasn't a petty criminal thinking a second story fire exit was an easy pilfer.

"Shouta-!" your friend's name barely has time to drop from your lips. Of course he's the only idiot to think crawling through a window in the early morning hours was a good idea. Clicking on the bedside lamp about to scold the newly licensed pro hero is stomped out when your weary eyes spot the crimson smears of blood on both the carpet and blanket under him. Struggling now he was hardly about to pull off of himself to address your voice. Worry crossed you in a second, "Shouta what happened?! Where were you-"

"The bag!" The blood on his hands becoming clear it's from the dribbling gnash above his right eyebrow. This rate you couldn't see in such shit light if his eye is bleeding or just shut to keep the river of blood from seeping into his eyesight.

"Bag?! What bag?!" your words absolutely no consequence to him as he's grappled with the blanket only to grab at his wounded face and curl in on himself with a drawn out groan. You dropped down to your knees, rabid to pull him up and off the floor, "No! No you need a doctor! Get up- Get up I'm taking you-"

"The bag I gave you last week!" Aizawa snapped his head in your direction. Blood from this never ending cut splattered onto your arm and he accidentally smeared it when he pushed your help away, "Now! y/n the bag!"

Frantic you knew of the bag he spoke of. But it was moronic to fetch whatever was in his diddy bag. You knew better to argue in a moment like this. Seeing if you wanted him to go to the doctor in the long run, then just humoring this small demand was the quickest way to get him the help he really needed.

When you unearthed the mysterious bag he'd entrusted you with a week earlier after getting his hero license. You hadn't even gotten a chance to snoop around to see what was in it. Now though it was a bevy of small items you had no idea about as Aizawa tore it from your grasp. Even before you were even able to kneel down to him for real.

Furious he was really pulling this shit on you. You went to put a stop to this but failed as he shoved what is clearly a box of unopened steri strips and gauze into your hands from the depths of the bag.

"Help-" The dark haired man hardly able to see at this point looked up at you with blood streaming down both his eyes now. One of them still closed tight for the fear of the worst sinking into your gut. As the other was pooling with blood around his tear duct the longer this gnash oozed unstaunched. There was no time. And this man was enough of an idiot to think he could prep for this kind of wound care before hand. Without telling you either. You bit down on your cheek furry swirling with fear inside you. There was no choice but to fix this here and now.

A well packed first aid pack. Left you astonished with the amount of things he'd stuffed into a small travel sized toiletries bag. Bandages. Sterile gauze of every size. Thousands of self tightening steri strips. Alcohol soaked wipes and even a small amount of iodine. Like this idiot packed like he really expected his you to perform minor emergency surgeries at a whim. He wasn't entirely wrong though.

Aizawa was now at least wiped of the blood he smudge already on your things. Night shirt and legs included. You felt him tense and wince under your gentle attention when you scrubbed the alcohol soaked pad into his gnash for good measure. Only saved for the long line of steri strips. You had to throw half of them out as they'd get too much fresh blood on them and lose their stickiness. Struggling with shaking hands this would have been easier had you expected it and not been waken with such an emergency in the middle of the night.

Finally, the bleeding stopped. Examined for any other open wounds on his face. You let out a sigh when there couldn't be anymore seen visibly. That didn't count the ones that might be bodily and his black suit was hiding it in the piss poor lighting but you would have to trust him when he said that was the only bad one. The eye he'd kept closed though. Now that was in question.

"There's saline in the pack...and an eye washing kit," he muttered, now a least a little more coherent. Since the adrenaline to make it over to the one person he trusted wore off meant more lucid thoughts but of course more aches to his blustered fight.

From within the bag you produced his ideal brand of eye drops and said little eye washing cup. With them in hand, you didn't give them right away to him. Instead withholding them and forcing the frumpy man to look at you directly, "...Shouta, what the fuck happened?"

He dropped the gaze from his one good eye. No answer as he took the items in question a little forcibly from you. Sat down on the floor at the foot of your bed like the couple of kids you both use to be. Everything different now with him dawned in official hero gear. And the grievous wounds to go with a good hero.

"No," you shook your head.

"No what," He mumbled, head tossed back with the little silver couplet over his eye. Swishing the saline bath over his eye. At this point he wasn't even sure what was left of his strength to fight with you over any of this.

"No this!" you gestured wildly to the entirety of the situation. One week into pro hero work and here he was barging in bleeding from his head and god knows his eye, "This! This is not going to happen!"

Aizawa tilted his head back down. Dropping the now bloody murky saline water from his eye. Couple more droplets in his eye and the liquid ran out from the corners of his blood shot eyes in a nasty orange diluted mix. Finally he let his black eyes come to look at you across from him on the floor still covered in blood, "Please. Check them."

You sighed. Just like him to ignore the major elephant in the room. Leaning in your warm palm hesitated before pressing fully against his cold blood streaked and scruffy cheek. Careful you pulled his bottom eyelid down with a ginger thumb and search the average bloodshot cornea for anything out of the ordinary. It appeared alright. But now you wondered if he could see.

"What do you see?" you harbored more of a demand as you lean in closer checking the eye in question.

Silent for a moment. You nearing to be pissed he won't answer even that stupid question. Aizawa finally does but his voice is low and groggy, "...a very pissed off woman."

"Great, you still have 20/20 vision," Snarky as you wanted to be. Even when you let up on pulling his eyelid down and sat back. You can't remove your hand from his cheek right away. Lingering as you swiped your thumb over a stray smudge of blood on his pale complexion. Nothing short of a sigh left your lips and you shook your head, "Don't do this...don't put yourself through this. We both know you need to take that teaching job."

"What kind of teacher has no field experience?" Aizawa's black brows furrow, "How can I step into a classroom expecting to help create the next generation of hero's when I'd have no experience to back it."

"You have experience! You are a hero! Shouta getting the shit beat out of you isn't going to make you a better teacher!" This is too much. As desperately as you wanted to stave them off, the tears start to form. Watching him with watering eyes. Give nothing more than that expressionless retort to everything you kept saying. It's hard to control the quiver to your lip seeing him smeared in his own blood on your own bedroom floor at the wee hours of the morning.

"...it's not all my own blood," Aizawa pardon a little dry joke to lighten the mood, "I landed a few good hits, just so happened they had more friends than intended."

Chewing your bottom lip to stop it from full blown quaking and letting the tears fall. You removed your hand from his cheek only to swat him in the temple for good measure, "You fucking idiot."

So little did you ever get that upset. Which was understandable considering he didn't even offer to tell his friend what was in the bag or the responsibilities he needed you to take on in the heat of the moment. It was a lot. And he understood that of someone who didn't even want to become a pro hero in the first place. Aizawa dropped his weary gaze as you got back to your feet, "...I'm sorry."

Surprised to hear the man apologize without a proper haranguing. You stopped and look down at him sitting at your feet with his sullen head hung low. No need to be a pro hero when it was going to be this idiot that killed you. Sighing, you stepped closer and pulled his face into your stomach for a tight hug. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and coddling his face gently to your body, "...we will talk about this tomorrow. As for now, shut up and get in bed. Not another word."

Aizawa raised his arms around your waist. How a hug did feel good as all the weariness of his good deeds seeped into his bones. All to top off the ache in his temple where you scrubbed his wound and the dry tiredness of his eyes. He'd certainly over used his quirk and there was little fight to give you after all he'd given most of it to the villains.

Tightening his hug around your waist just when your hands found their way into that mop of black waves. Aizawa pressed his face into you just to focus on not passing out here on the ground, "...alright...and...I'll think about the teaching position."

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teacher!Aizawa Shouta x fem!Reader x college!Shinso a/n: repost from my wattpad + modified to be an x reader word count: 2k tags: fem!Reader, college au, freshman!Shinso, professor!Reader, physical education!Reader, mild angst, slight indicators Shinso likes the reader, age gap (later on) character(s): Shinso Hitoshi (bnha) synopsis: Plot wise it loosely follows these previous stories - Teaching instead of hero-ing at a local college has it's ups and down between Aizawa and the reader. Leading to it one college freshman taking a liking to one teacher more than the other.

Blinds shut and the doors locked so the gymnasium was sealed for the end of day activities by the UA physical education teacher. You sighed lowly pocketing the keys after a long exhausting day from exercises for class both of the top classes. Today wasn't the day you were looking forward to coming home so late. But somehow Shota had schlepped off needing to stay late in exchange for going to the store for the both of you. Leaving you ironically to be the last one finishing up the school day for his and another professor's class. Though you had a sneaking suspicion his need to leave was tied to the newly recruited freshman he'd personally roped into his class.

Hitoshi Shinso.

Shota was pushing the first year college student. You knew why. He saw himself in the struggling mind quirk hero. The young man's conviction to be a hero reflected a young Eraserhead and you knew better than to bring that directly up with him. Knowing the hero better than you knew yourself over the last two decades still didn't make it easy to bring up serious things up with your close friend. Leaving you with a twinge of fear that he was pushing the newbie too hard after spending the previous year with such strength prone quirks. Now to turn his attention to such a subtle struggling quirk only added another stack to the normally stressed man.

Lost in your own thoughts as the you were doing a half assed round of the gymnasium grounds to assure things were put back for the next day. You were already well past the clock since the students went home for the end of the day. Regardless all staff left on premise were to double check rooms and such for students who'd lost time or stayed after for whatever reason on campus. Rarely anyone loitered in the locker rooms and gym so you weren't paying much attention with your rounds. Until the faint sniffle from around the corner by the drinking fountains yanked your from those wandering thoughts.

You gasped startled turning the corner to see someone hadn't left yet, "Shinso?" Blinking surprised, you were taken back to even seen the quiet lavender haired freshman here. Yet alone wiping at red puffy eyes like he could hide them from you.

"Ms. L/N!" The newly recruited hero hid his tired blotchy eyes in the crook of his elbow while trying to shake your attention, "I- I'm just-"

Immediately your expression softened. You'd been privy to the lecture Shota had given the boy in front of the entire class after his first physical examine in the hero course. Shinso shut himself up quickly seeing his teacher's eyes drop down and you shook your head. Looking at the hero he felt his bottom lip quiver knowing he'd disappointed Mr. Aizawa. By extension Shinso figured you were just as disappointed.

"...Hitoshi..." A frown twitched on your face. You reached out and placed a hand on your students shoulder, "...you ok?"

You felt his shoulder quiver under your touch and Shinso dropped his gaze, "...I- I disappointed Mr. Aizawa...my first day and I-"

"Hey hey hey," You hushed him right off the back. That hand on his shoulder moved to the student's pale cheek and you cupped his face so he couldn't look down any longer, "Now you don't know that at all."

Just from your bare minimum form of compassion let a dam of big fat tears rolled down Shinso's normally stoic face. Like porcelain breaking he shut his eyes tight though there was no stopping it.

"I disappointed Mr. Aizawa- I don't- The entire class- I can't-" Shinso babble through gurgling tears he was hardly coherent. Wiping and rubbing at his eyes. You let a sigh leave you, not annoyed but heartbroken. You were right about Shota pushing a little hard on the first day. Understanding why he did was one thing for the adult. But a fresh faced and first year college student seemed a little harsh to you. They all still took things so sensitively and you always knew Shota's job boiled down to toughen them up for hero work. But sometimes tough was just one side of the coin though.

You extended your arms around the students shoulders to grab him into the biggest bear hug you could manage. Tight and secure you gave Shinso no choice but to hug you back if he wanted free of the hug. Not a bit of hesitation the weary purple haired man buried his face into your shoulder and clung to the only semblance of a kindness most the UA graduates could grasp. As expected your hugs were renowned for those struggling to adjust to college life. Shinso now unable to deny that a hug from the UA 'mom' lessened his tears.

"...you didn't disappoint anyone," you spoke soft and kindly. Breaking from the hug when you felt Shinso's breathing return to rhythmic pace. Not the erratic sharp inhales he'd fought off not crying, "Today needed to happen. Everyone has a first step. This is your first step and there is no shame in that."

Dry eyes now Shinso still blinked and averted his eyes, "Yeah but..."

"No buts," you squeezed his shoulder, "No great hero is made overnight. I know that. Mr. Aizawa knows that. All heroes know that. Learning that lesson is just as important to you as the rest of this school."

Shinso made no attempt to look you in the eye. Head hung down still he dwelled silently for a moment in the slough of words you had just spoken. Before articulating his own response, "...Mr. Aizawa...he left right after class. If he wasn't upset with me, then why did he leave so fast?"

Aching to the core of your heart, you mentally note later the clobbering you'd be giving the man for his impulsively sluggish need to leave right away. More to explain than there was time in the world. You took in a slow breath figuring out the best way to answer the purple haired man's question, "Shinso, there's a lot going on in that man's head at any given time. And he sometimes acts with more logic than love. He didn't leave because of you. Mr. Aizawa left because everything going on in that brain of his weighed that leaving early made the rest of our day easier and more logical."

"So he left you to clean up?" Shinso fairly cut and dry to the point. He wasn't entirely wrong with that.

You laughed and didn't exactly see the incorrectness in his statement, "Between you and I, lazy is that man's logic. Don't beat yourself up over it. Did you give it your all today?"

Shinso sheepishly nodded. Not one to brag even a little bit but it was nice to hear someone had noticed his effort among the stunning stars who also entered the course this year, "All I could give Ms. L/N."

"Then there's your answer," You beamed a broad smile to your student, "Don't ever beat yourself up because you're not someone else or something else. Hell wouldn't it look silly if I was over here trying to do what you could do." You shrugged lightly referencing your own quirk only for a second and how silly it would be if you tried to do what he could do, "Us professors are here to help you find your strengths and build on them. While also knowing your weaknesses and being prepared to deal with them in the real world. If you give us your all and you meant every word of that conviction, then that's all the answer you need to know Mr. Aizawa isn't disappointed."

Far from keeping a embarrassed smile crawl onto his lips Shinso palmed the back of his neck in his normal manner. Now he was feeling silly for hiding away after class to cry like it was grade school kid and not a grown adult. Nevertheless he didn't feel ashamed in front of you and for that he had to look to you questioningly, "Ms. L/N, why aren't you a hero exactly? And...why aren't you worried I might just be using my quirk to make things in my favor later on to compensate for the fact I'm not as strong as some others in the course."

Tables flipped now it was your turn to laugh a little on the spotlight. Scratching the base of one of your neck with a little half shrugged at his question, "Well, are you using your quirk on me?"

"No but-"

"Then we've already established that trust haven't we?" your sweet teacher smile was infectiously chipper to the deadpan man, "How do I expect my students to trust me, if I don't trust them?"

Beyond something he'd thought about Shinso knew that most of the U.A. college staff and those who'd already graduated did value and treat you with fairly decent respect and trust. Something far different with how leery they tended to be with Mr. Aizawa and respected him out of fear.

"Ms. L/N," Shinso spoke quietly.

"Yes?"

He paused with conflict on his question or how to word it, "Why, aren't you a pro hero?"

Nothing short of a tender question, you knew he meant no ill intent when trying to ask. But of course being at a school prepped to groom and teach new future heroes always left a few of them scratching their head when they found out you weren't an actual glamorous pro hero like the rest of the staff tended to be on campus.

"Well," you wanted your words to be careful but still felt the need to give him a truthful answer, "What I wanted to do in life, didn't require being a pro."

"But you teach here?" Shinso's brows furrowed like these dots weren't connecting.

You smiled and lowered your gaze, "As you grow up, you find out there's more than one way of doing things. Sometimes more than two. Or three. Even dozens of ways to go about things. I'm still registered legally like any hero, don't think you can wiggle out of legality," you waggled your finger at him like a scolding parent. Only to exhale slowly and look out back at the dark gym you had just locked up for the day, "I know it's not much of an answer. And for that I'm sorry Shinso. But I'm here because I love my job of helping others and I'm still able to help someone very dear to me. My hero work isn't for the glory of it. My hero work is for the love in my heart." You paused and shifted your gaze to the student in front of you once more, "That's what I fight for. What do you fight for?"

"What do, I fight for?" the question caused pause in the student and he dropped his eyes as it swirled around in his mind.

Not able to help it you clasped her hand on your students shoulder and laughed, "C'mon Shinso, they'll turn the buildings lights off and I don't want to find my things in the dark. How about you get your things and I'll take you home."

"Huh?" like he was pulled out of thought those purple eyes blinked trying to register the current moment and not the question you'd just posed.

"Get your things," you smiled softly with a slight pat to his shoulder, "Campus closes in a few and you need to get home."

A little flushed. Though not much for his stoic façade seemed back into place for better or worse of the man's attitude. Shinso apologized and thanked you for not getting upset with him. For that you said there was nothing to thank you for since you were a teacher after all. Watching him fumble off to get his things to meet you out front. You couldn't help the solemn smile lingering on your lips watching Shota's newest student like you was staring into the past at the man.

'He acts so much like him,' you shook your head like you weren't really seeing it first hand, 'No one gets redos Shota. Even us teachers. Help Shinso become his own hero, not the one you're trying to redeem Shota.'

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vigilante!Aizawa Shouta x fem!Reader a/n: repost from my wattpad + modified to be an x reader word count: 1.4k tags: fem!Reader, kissing, mostly fluff character(s): Aizawa Shouta (bnha) synopsis: Part One Here - Shouta knows there's always a safe place to come back to in you. No matter what.

You stretched out in your previously cramped bed only to find it uncomfortable and caved to rolling back onto your right side. Eyes drifting right to the pitch black phone screen face up on the bedside table next to you. A long slow gut wrenching sigh left your lips.

"...just answer me you idiot..." Gripping the pillow within arms reach tight to your chest. You couldn't stand the stomach twisting ache burrowing inside you as your thoughts only stirred on Shouta.

By now Shouta nearly always sent something back. As was the agreement to his stupid pro hero work after he'd taken a good beating a few weeks ago. He would send a text every half hour or so. Or sooner. Leaving the last few nights to a slough of both of you two just texting each other until he swore he'd returned back to his place after patrol. Preferably you wouldn't vocalize it but you liked knowing he wasn't out fighting all night. Even if it was as superficial as the light of a new message skewed across a phone screen. It felt like it meant something to you.

This time. It was nearing the three hour mark. Worse of all and as clear as the night sky, the little sign that said he'd read it. And still, no response.

Somewhere between the twilight sleep that overtook most exhausted individuals this late. You could have sworn your eyes were open and still staring at the sight of your phone on the nightstand. Not the case when your eyes torn open to the only slightly familiar creak of a carefully opened window.

Jerking up you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes and demanded something of the nothingness that startled you, "Who's there?! Don't come any closer I-"

"I'm sorry I'm late," heavy trodden steps weren't heard in the large black boots but more seen as the man moved slowly towards you. Startled to even see Shouta in you room again, you began to get up frantic something must have been wrong like before.

"Late?" you shook your head pacing up to him, "Late for what? Shouta why are you here? Why aren't you home? What are you-"

Pulling the trademark rich yellow barred goggles from around his head Shouta mindlessly tossed them to the foot of your bed like it was his own place. You glanced at his only real hero gear then quickly back to him concerned what he was even doing or if he was ok. Panic when he did in fact drop to his knees. About to fly off the handle that he was wounded. It was all for nothing as the tall man through out his arms to around your waist. Not noticing a fleck of blood anywhere. You hesitated before setting your warm palms on his shoulders.

Shouta pressed his scruffy face into your nightshirt and you felt his entire body relax with one deep sigh, "...I didn't mean to make you worry."

This fool. Your gaze softened and your hands moved from his shoulders to find their way gently weaving into his hair to brush your fingertips along his scalp just the way he liked, "You idiot...what are you doing here?"

Dark bloodshot eyes closed tight this was all he wanted after that grueling long patrol ended, "..I knew you'd be upset if I didn't text you back...so I thought I'd come here after work."

All logically thought out, of course. Tossing a glance over to the dimly lit face of the clock on the opposing wall. You were floored it was almost three in the morning. Surely you'd fallen asleep at some point since last you recalled it was only one when Shouta wasn't answering you back.

Taking a moment longer to savor the warmth of his cheek pressed to the thin fabric of your shirt. Along with the tender trace of your fingertips through his mass of black wavy hair, you could feel the goosebumps as your touch continued down the back of his neck and pulled him close for one good long hug, "Go get something to eat...wash up, anything you need. And sleep where you want tonight Shouta. C'mon, get up dumbass it's late."

As much as either of you wanted to stay like that in the middle of the room. It wasn't reasonable. Your touch faded and Shouta lowered his hug around your waist. Parting ways you padded back to her bed. Once wiping the tired from your face and hating the fact you'd need to be up in a few hours. Shouta rose to his feet. Discarding this and that from his outfit on your bedroom floor until he was wandering into the main part of your apartment in nothing more than his baggy black pants. Shaking your head, you turned your phone off and turned it over. Ready to go back to sleep while Shouta pilfered your kitchen. At least knowing where he was meant you could sleep soundly. Or so you thought.

Evidently not as asleep as first thought. Your eyes twitched open when you felt a weight at the bottom of your bed. Laid out on your back with arms awkwardly above your head. You weren't even half awake when the weight shifted to more than just one knee on the bed but an entire body crawling up between your legs.

Murky light hardly cast in from the city beyond the bedroom curtains gave a piss poor outline of the dark haired hero who'd crawled up above you. Leaving you to blink up at him. Not sure you were seeing things or dreaming in such a sleep deprived stasis.

Quiet early morning air hung between you both. Shouta hovered wordless above without much of sign but his soft shallow breathing. Unable to even ask a groggy version of what he was doing above you. The hero Eraserhead bowed his head down and caught his lips on your own.

An effortless drawn out kiss until neither knew where the soft tickle of one's breath began and the other stopped. Until it was no longer there and you remained fixated up on the shadowy face of your friend. Still the sensation of his lips persisted. Knowing full well he felt it linger too.

Once more but with your hands coming down to pull his face down to the kiss. The rest of Shouta followed. Relaxing the length of you until even his arms hardly propped himself up. Mostly held still by your hands cupping his scruffy cheeks as you kissed in the darkness of the noiseless room.

When it broke away, it was slow and deliberate. The rest of him followed his weary muscles and Shouta laid himself atop you. Face nestled into the crook of your neck as you did your part and wrapped your arms around his bare torso.

Under diligent finger tips Shouta stiffened a little when your touch found the scars littering his back. Instead of withdrawing from the raised battle wounds. You followed them. Slowly and impeccably. More than memorizing where each scar was and what it was from. The hero untensed under your attention. Burrowing his face deeper into your neck and inhaling the intoxicating familiar smell of your linens and soaps. Not that of perfume or special detergent. This was the true smell of home.

Done just like it always did. Your trick of dancing your fingers along his bare back had the stressed insomniac snoozing in only a handful a minutes. Shouta's soft inward breathes tickling your neck the dead give away to the man now passed out on top of you. He wasn't a burden though. In fact the weight was comforting. More so than any good night text or promise he could give you. Being here. Being present. And not out where you could not tangibly control anything. This was the ultimate comfort for the forlorn worrier.

You finally rested your hands at the base of his back. Clasped together so you could hold him close to you even if he shifted. Taking one last deep breath only to relax into the bed. You tilted your head back. Feeling his body fit like a puzzle piece to your own. Him asleep one of the few times both of you shared contentedness. Half lidded stare up at the ceiling, you tightened your grip around him only briefly before muttering to the shared night air, "One day...this will always be us. That I promise."