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Present Mic let out a laugh that even without his quirk was piercing to the ears of his companions. It was the last week of March and the teachers were sitting in the computer lab, surrounding a computer. Yamada Hizashi planned it; they would all be dressed in something outlandish, something to make the kids laugh. The three of them, Aizawa Shouta and Toshinori Yagi included, had just placed their order. Shipping time, a week from the day. They had decided on "ARE YOU NASTY" shorts for Present Mic, accompanying his usual leather jacket and boots, cat-themed window-cut lingerie over his jumpsuit for Eraserhead, and a virgin killer sweater over his suit for the great All Might It was planned that each of the teachers would wear the outfit with no mind paid to their attire in order to shock their students, a masterful prank.
“The kids’ll get a real kick out of this one, I swear,” the voice hero crowed as he leaned back in his seat. He ran a hand over his carefully styled hair as he stretched. “Should be here the day before April first. Not too late to change the order. You sure these are the right sizes?”
Aizawa straightened up from where he had been leaning on the back of Hizashi’s chair as the other stretched and hummed a confirmation as he looked over the measurement chart they had pulled up in a side window. “Plenty of space for my jumpsuit. This should be fine.” He nodded before he settled his chin further down into the wraps of his capture weapon and trained his gaze on All Might. Toshinori smiled a bit, the bright blue of his eyes disappearing in the sunken sockets as he laughed.
“Considering its a knit fabric, a deviation on the size shouldn't have too much effect on whether or not it fits. How about you Yamada?” Toshinori clapped a large hand down on the voice hero’s shoulder. “Those shorts look awfully small..”
Present Mic nodded as he finalized the order. “Yeah these’ll be fine.” he clicked around for a moment before closing the windows and logging off of the computer. “Done. Shouldn't be too long. I bet it'll arrive a day earlier than expected. Though I have to say, you guys chose some interesting things to wear!” Pushing away from the desk he glances at the clock on the wall above the door. He shoots his signature finger guns at his fellow teachers as he heads out the door. “Nearly time for class. I'll catch you two later!”
Aizawa smiled crookedly at Toshinori. “Ha. He's one to talk. Though I will admit that I wonder why you chose that sweater.”
“Hahaha… I just thought it would be pretty funny... “ Toshinori leans back a bit pushing his fists into his lower back to stretch himself out. “In any case, I should also be returning to class.”
As they split up to go back to their classes after break however, both Aizawa and Toshinori have something on their mind. That sweater.
Toshinori flushes as he imagines how embarrassing it would be to wear just that sweater. He runs a hand through his messy hair and shakes his head. He wouldn't be wearing it on its own, but over his usual work wear. It's not that embarrassing, just a funny prank, and he could easily get rid of the sweater after the joke.
But then his mind suddenly wanders and he wonders what Aizawa would think if he saw him in just the sweater. And then… What if he were to see Aizawa in the cat lingerie? Choking a bit, he stops in the hall and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Get it together, Toshinori. He shakes his head to clear it and makes his way to prep for his upcoming class.
Aizawa is just as plagued by the image of Toshinori in that sweater. As he is teaching his class, it creeped into the back of his mind and he couldn’t help but think about the angular man in just that sweater, the fabric hanging from his slender body, hugging the curve of his… Too far. He clenched his hand around a piece of chalk as he remembered that All Might was not the only person who would be receiving a package. If Toshinori saw him in the cat lingerie… Snap out of it, Aizawa.
The next week passed slowly, each of the heroes grinding their teeth as the day on which the delivery is scheduled approached at a snail's pace. As the they awaited its arrival, neither of them were able to drop the images that had captured the day that the garments were ordered.
Toshinori passed into the teacher’s lounge and moved to the coffee pot, fixing a cup for himself in a mug emblazoned with the familiar “ALL M” logo. He stirred the coffee for a moment and leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed in his cup. Aizawa was fit; this he was sure of, but he wasn’t able to tell much besides that past the jumpsuit the hero was always clad in. It was just baggy enough to hide his figure. He mused quietly, taking a sip of his coffee. What would Shouta look like naked? He nearly spit his coffee back into the cup as he glanced up to see the object of his fantasies perched on the arm of a chair, speaking quietly to Yamada about a paper the voice hero held up for him to read.
Toshinori choked a bit and set his cup on the counter as he coughed into the crook of his elbow. Both Aizawa and Yamada looked up at him, and Aizawa spoke, “Alright there, Toshinori?” Toshinori responded by nodding his head quickly as he grabbed a napkin from a nearby dispenser to wipe his mouth. Shouta simply nodded and returned his attention to the task at hand.
A few days later, Aizawa found himself in the supply closet. He ran out of paper and was supposed to make copies of an assignment to hand out to the students of 1-A. As he opened the door, he found the closet was occupied by someone else already. Toshinori was browsing the shelves, searching for something. “Need help finding something, All Might?” The other hero was startled and dropped a box he was examining, pencils exploding from the box and rolling under the shelves. The man coughed heavily as he looked at Aizawa.
“Uh sorry, you surprised me, Aizawa. I’m looking for pens. There weren’t any in the lounge that I could see, and I needed one, so I figured I would find some to put in there.” Toshinori ran a hand over his hair as he spoke. Both heroes crouched to collect the pencils that had fallen, the older hero suddenly got on his hands and knees, dipping lower to glance under the shelf. As he reached under to retrieve those under the furniture, Aizawa stood up with those that he collected and took the moment to admire his view, leaning back against the wall.
Toshinori’s ass was displayed before him as he tried to get the last few pencils. The erasure hero’s mouth went dry as he watched, imagining what it would be like to see him in this compromising situation in that sweater. He reached over the man and quickly grabbed a package of copy paper. “The pens are over here,” he said as he pointed to another shelf. He took a box down from the shelf and set it closer to the door. “Here’s a box… Be careful next time.” He turned on his heel and left the supply closet as quickly as he had come.
As the week wrapped up, both heroes were practically salivating with anticipation. When they met in the faculty lounge on the morning of April Fool’s day, Hizashi greeted them with an odd look on his face, sweating. "Sorry guys!!! The delivery got delayed! It won't be here for another couple days, so... not in time for April Fool’s. BUT, I can still bring your parcels by when they do get here... If you still WANT them anyway, that is." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, and both the erasure hero and the symbol of peace have to hide their agonizing disappointment and then their eagerness at the prospect of receiving them soon enough anyway.
Aizawa stretched and turned to leave, effectively hiding his face as he mumbles, "Sure, I'm sure I'll get a laugh out of it anyway." Toshinori agrees with a nod, and a quiet thanks as he left the room as well.
It wasn’t until a week later, even longer than anticipated, that the package arrived. Hizashi entered the room with a cheery greeting and tossed the tissue-papered bundles to each of them, Aizawa catching his with a nod, and Toshinori fumbling his as he mumbled his thanks. Aizawa kept his peripherals trained on Toshinori as the older hero ran a shaking hand over the package. Standing and stretching, Shouta excused himself before he could think too hard.
As the day drew to a close, students and faculty trickling out of UA, there is a tangible tension in the teacher's lounge as Toshinori and Aizawa finished packing their things away. Hizashi is the last to leave before them and he shot them both finger guns and bid that his "listeners" have a good night, either oblivious or ignoring the palpable atmosphere. The second the door closed, Toshinori cleared his throat, coughing a bit, and pipes up.
"Ha.. I have no idea what I'm going to do with this thing," he says as he holds up the package, shaking it a bit. "As funny as it would have been for the prank, I can't imagine I will ever wear it now."
Swallowing hard as he sits in a chair, nestling his face further down into the coils of his capturing weapon, Aizawa scoffs. "Tch... what use do I have for some stupid cat lingerie?" He grinds his teeth a bit as his mind goes back to the idea of Toshinori wearing that damn sweater. "Maybe you should try it on at least." Both of their heads snap up in unison, looking at one another. Aizawa, unable to believe he’d just said that out loud, tries to wave it off. "Or not..."
Toshinori tilts his head a bit, a choking sound cutting off his words a bit before he can speak. "Ahem... Ha... it's almost as if you want to see me wearing it, Shouta." He tests the name, a thrill pulsing through his chest and down into his abdomen as it leaves his lips. His face heats a bit as he shifts from one foot to the other, eyes trained on Aizawa as the other looks back up at him.
A small smirk curls the tired man's lips as he speaks. "And the way you sounded just now makes it seem as though you might be interested in showing me." His eyes are warm and his words an obvious challenge. Sputtering, Toshinori opens his mouth and closes it.
"W-would you?? Would you like to see it, I mean?" He is becoming redder by the second as he reaches a hand up to tangle into his sunny hair.
Aizawa leans forward and rests his chin on a hand, thoroughly amused at this point, a cat who got the cream, his fantasies playing out before his very eyes. The symbol of peace himself blushing, and at his mercy. "I wouldn't say the idea hadn't crossed my mind." He can feel his own heart start to race in anticipation, his cheeks heating up. This was further than he expected this exchange to go, but would it continue...?
"W-wha-... I... I guess I could... try it on... just this once?" Toshinori realizes his hands are clamped around the parcel and he looks down at it. "Uh... if you'll excuse me for a moment... I..."
Aizawa sits back, his grin widening. "If you would like to change in private, that's fine. I'll be waiting here."
Toshinori stutters his intent to return as he turns and slips into the adjoined faculty restroom. Closing the door behind him with a click from the lock, he leans against it for a moment before placing the unopened package on the counter beside the sink, staring into the mirror for a moment before turning on the faucet and splashing cool water onto his face. As he dabs away the water with a paper towel from the dispenser, he mentally shakes himself. Was this really happening? Was Shouta propositioning him? Taking another lingering look at himself, he reaches down and tears open the parcel, giving himself another glance in the mirror before kicking off his shoes and unfastening his belt.
In the lounge, Aizawa takes his time to unwind the loops of the capture weapon about his neck and shoulders, winding it up and setting it on the coffee table in front of him. His eyes keep focused on the bathroom door, feeling a few minutes creep by as he waits for the other hero to re-enter the room. As he imagines it, he can feel a familiar strain against the fabric of his boxer briefs as he realizes his arousal. But how could he help himself? He was about to see Toshinori like this... in a way he had only imagined for nearly two weeks.
The sweater was a light blue, knitted and soft to the touch. Toshinori ground his teeth as he turned around, looking at himself from different angles in the mirror. Pathetic. He could see his bones through his skin, the large blossom of a scar showing on his left as he turned sideways. Bony shoulders, knees, and elbows showed the devastating state of his condition... "Ugh." Wincing, he reached up to adjust the ties of the sweater and then down to readjust the hem over his boxers. As he looked over his shoulder at his back, the man snorted, able to see the waistband of his boxers in the low dipping "v" of the back. Yeah, this is sure charming... He gives his cheeks a gentle slap to center himself as he turns to the door, unlocking it and turning the knob. No turning back now. This was happening.
Toshinori poked his head out in the crack of the door and looked out. "Ah. I think maybe this isn't a good idea..."
Aizawa grinned again, shifting in his seat. He stares at the man peeking out of the bathroom, his stomach twisting indescribably. "I'm sure it can't be that bad, Toshinori." He fights the urge to stride over and push the door open, his nerves playing up a bit as he becomes more impatient.
Toshinori reaches up to rustle his hair for a moment before stepping out of the bathroom, socked feet crossing the threshold to stand beside the door, trembling just a bit. His hands automatically fly to his face as he groans, "I-i'll let you be the judge of that."
Aizawa stands immediately, his heart jolting sweetly. He takes an unsure step, hesitant, but then walks over to the taller man, reaching up to peel the hands away from his face. He lets out a breath he had not realized he had been holding. Practically purring, his gaze sweeps up and down the man's body. "I'd say it's pretty damn good..." He releases the other's hands, stepping back a step to really admire the sight before him. "Very good..."
Toshinori choked in surprise when the erasure hero came over to meet him so quickly, tugging his hands away from his face. He looked up from the floor, his face flushed deeply. "Ai-...Shouta..?" His trembling hands searched for purchase along his own body, feeling the need to cover himself as those eyes burned through him, his heart rate climbing. He could swear the man was trying to erase his quirk, had his hair not been hanging around his shoulders and his eyes their regular color, quirk unactivated. Shuddering under the heated gaze, he whispered, "Why are you staring like this?"
Aizawa's gaze relaxed a bit as he drew closer once more, hands shaking as one finds Toshinori’s waist, the other reaching up to rub a thumb along his jaw. He breathes deeply, a soft sigh leaving his lips, "Beautiful..."
The older hero felt himself sway gently before taking a small step back, Aizawa’s hands dragging a blazing line across the exposed skin of his side and jaw. His hands raised up to hang in front of his chest in confusion.Toshinori’s breath caught in his throat as he wondered if he had heard Aizawa correctly.
The erasure hero smiled that same smirk from before, looking down Toshinori’s body. His expression shifted a bit as he ran his gaze over the older man’s left side, able to see the scarring in clear view now. Shouta’s face twisted through a range of varying emotions before landing on grief, his grin slipping as he locked eyes with Toshinori and stepped back toward him, his right hand running gently down the other’s left side, mapping the crater of scar tissue as his other hand reached up to tangle in the taller man’s hair. Their eyes remained locked, both blinking at one another for a moment before Aizawa’s hand drops from his side, having explored the entirety of the other man’s scarred flank with calloused hands that ghosted gently over his flesh. Eraserhead was searching the eyes of the man before him.
Toshinori’s eyes held no answer, but they did hold shame and fear in them. Finally, he broke the gaze, his eyes falling to glance down to the floor. He attempted to turn his body away to hide it. “A hideous souvenir from one of the deadliest villains that ever lived. Sorry you had to see it.” Before he could turn much farther or say anything else, Aizawa’s hand found Toshinori’s shoulder and pulled him back, hand remaining in his hair as he stood on his toes and pushed his lips against the corner of the taller man’s mouth.
Aizawa flushed as he missed the man’s mouth just barely, grumbling quietly. “Get down here, All Might…” He pulled Toshinori down a bit and properly captured his lips this time, kissing him hungrily. The taller man’s eyes widened as he was pulled down, but he slowly leaned down into the kiss. With a soft grumble of his own, his hands fell to Aizawa's hips, fingers digging in carelessly. After a moment, his eyes snapped back open and he pulled back in surprise, his chest heaving with the effort of catching enough air with just one lung.
“Shouta? I... “ His eyes were filled with confusion. Toshinori brought up one hand to cup Shouta’s cheek, earning the sight of Aizawa closing his eyes and clasping his own hand over it as he leaned into the palm roughened by years of being a hero.
Choosing that moment to open his eyes, Aizawa looked up at All Might with a mild gaze. “You’re… It isn’t hideous… just… a part of you.” He tightened his grip on Toshinori’s hand. “You’re beautiful.”
Toshinori blinked at Shouta, pushing the hand on his face up into his hair, brushing aside his bangs from his face to look at him. Appearing to be satisfied by something, he leaned back in and pushed his lips against Aizawa’s in a brief, chaste kiss.
Aizawa’s eyes closed, leaning closer as his hands came to rest on Toshinori’s chest. He looked up at the other suddenly, and his eyes displayed a heat that made a chill go down the newer teacher’s back, the hair standing on the back of his neck. He pulled away from the other man and smiled coyly, “I suppose I owe you one now… For showing me your little... Costume.” He reached behind him and easily pulled the zipper about halfway down his back. Stopping, he retrieved his package from the chair where he’d discarded it earlier. “Wait for me, All Might..?” Without stopping for an answer, he walked past Toshinori and into the faculty restroom, closing the door with a soft click.
The moment the door clicked shut, Toshinori unfroze and moved to the door of the lounge to lock it and pull down the blinds over the door’s glass panel. He stood with his hand on the knob for a moment, taking a deep breath. He grit his teeth before running his tongue over his dry lips. He hadn’t expected this in the slightest. And yet, here he was. Shouta was putting on cat lingerie for him in the teacher’s lounge while he wore… Shaking his head, he turned and chose to sit on the love seat across from the chair that Aizawa had been sitting in, closing his legs awkwardly as the hem of the virgin killer sweater slipped up his thighs, bunching his boxers uncomfortably. He groaned as he felt his cock twitch against the fabric, squirming and pulling the hem back down, scooting to sit on the back so it wouldn’t slip up again.
Once Aizawa slipped out of his jumpsuit, his boxer briefs and undershirt followed, and he took deep breaths to calm his racing pulse. He looked at himself in the mirror as he stepped into the black underwear of the lingerie, the tissue paper wrapping ripped apart at his feet. The scarce fabric hardly covered his ass and was rather low cut, with a soft pink paw print across the back. The front of the underwear was cut in the shape of the cat, two small ears pointed to either side of his hips. There were faux ties on either side, to add to the cute look.
He hissed in embarrassment as he readjusted himself, face heating to a deep red. He should have ordered a size up. His arousal strained against the thin fabric and he felt a wave of embarrassment. This would never have fit over his jumpsuit. Grimacing, he picked up the top, a tube-top style with elastic sewn into the rim of the garment, suitable for even larger busts with straps to be tied at the shoulder. The front had a cleavage window cut in the shape of a cat, and rimmed in pink . Slipping it on over his his head and down over his arms and shoulders, he glanced down. Cursing under his breath, he rolled his shoulders and reached down as he noticed something else in the package. A headband with soft, black cat ears on it, accented by pink ribbons that matched the paw print graphic on his ass.. He gripped it hard in his hands before taking a deep breath and sliding it onto his head. Turning to the mirror, he pretended not to see his body as he arranged his hair to hide the headband. Looking himself in the eyes, he glared. This was the worst idea.
Too late for regrets. Steeling himself for what was sure to being an embarrassing experience, he opened the door and pushed it open, not wanting to… ahem… pussyfoot around.