Bonding chains of fate

by Ssaamm0440

Summary:

Aizawa companies izuku to the store but it's attacked by 3 villains. Which leads aizawa and midoriya to be bound together by quirk chains for an undetermined amount of time. Causing them to share every physical and emotional sensation between them.

Chapter 1: Ch.1

  The convenience stores fluorescent lights flickered overhead as aizawa grabbed a bag of coffee from the shelf (medium blend), he's tired eyes scanned the label with the dedication of a man who lived on caffeine. Midoriya stood nearby and he was nervously fidgeting with his fingers. He was looking at the new sour hero candy he tried the other day and loved he'd been contemplating getting it for the past 5 minutes. 

 

  "Sensei, are you sure you don't need more than just coffee?" Midoriya asked, concern evident in his voice. 

 

  Aizawa's response was cut short by the sound of shattering glass. The store's front window exploded inward, sending shards across the linoleum floor. Two figures step through the jagged opening, a tall man with silver hair and glowing purple eyes, and a stocky man whose arms seem to be made of some kind of metallic substance. 

 

  "Well, well," the silver haired man sneered with a sinister grin, his voice carrying an unsettling edge. "Eraserhead and the little green hero. What was it? O, ya, Deku, How convenient."

 

  Aizawa immediately dropped into a fighting stance, his capture weapon unfurling from his neck. "Deku, get behind me. Now."

 

  But the silver hair villain was faster. He launched forward, his hand crackling with a strange energy that seemed to shimmer between purple and gold. "Binding fate!" He shouted, his palm striking deku square in the chest. 

 

  The boy gasped, stumbling backward as ethereal chains materialized around his wrist, glowing with the same purple gold energy. The chains extended outwards, seeking their target. 

 

  "What did you do to him?" Eraserhead's eyes blazed gold as he activated his eraser quirk, but the chains remained unaffected.

 

  "Oh, this is perfect," the man laughed, raising his hand toward his metallic partner. "My quirk creates an unbreakable bond between two people, whatever happens to one, happens to the other. Pain, injury, sexual pleasure, up to death. And once I complete the link..."

 

  The chains shot towards the metal armed villain, who grins wickedly as they began to wrap around his wrist. "This is going to be fun. I love pain. I can take a lot of punishment, but can the kid?" 

 

  In that split second, Eraserhead saw the terrible logic of their plan. They would torture the metal villain, and midoriya wood feel every bit of it. And if what he's saying is true it will make deku's body like being harmed. Or worse they could use midoriya as a human shield, knowing that any harm to the boy would be reflected back on their Ally who could withstand it. 

 

  Without hesitation, Eraserhead threw himself between the chains and the metal villain. 

 

  "Sensei, NO!" Deku cried out, but it was too late. 

 

  The ethereal chains wrapped around eraserhead's wrists instead, completing the link. The underground hero felt the quirk take hold immediately, estranged tingling sensations that seemed to connect him to midoriya on a fundamental level. 

 

  "You fool!" The silver haired man snarled. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

 

  Eraserhead's lips curved into a scary smile as he felt midoriya's heartbeat synchronize with his own. "I've made sure that if you want to hurt my student, you'll have to go through me first. And unlike your friend there, I don't plan on making this easy for you."

 

  The metal armed villain cracked his knuckles, but there was uncertainty in his eyes now. "This changes nothing. We'll just have to take you both down."

 

  "Try it," Eraserhead said, his capture weapon dancing in the air around him. "Just because we are chained together doesn't mean we can't take you down. We can still fight."

 

  Deku look at his teacher with the mixture of all and worry. Through their newfound connection, he could feel eraserhead's unwavering determination, his protective instincts, and beneath it all, a fierce pride in his student. 

 

  "Together then, sensei?" Deku asked, green lightning beginning to crackle around his body. 

 

  "together," Eraserhead confirmed, and despite the dire circumstances, there was something almost comforting about the shared resolved flowing between them through the quirk's bond.

 

  The two villains exchanged uncertain glances, but before they could regroup, slow clapping echoed from the back of the store. 

 

  "Bravo, heroes. Truly touching." A third figure emerged from behind the shelves, A lean man with dark hair and an unsettling smile. His eyes gleamed with malicious interest as he studied the bonded pair. "Though I think this little get together needs some.... Emotional seasoning."

 

  "Who are you?" Eraserhead demanded, his capture weapon still at the ready. 

 

  "Call me amplifier," the newcomer said, cracking his knuckles. "And my quirk makes people feel things so much more intensely. Fear becomes terror. Anger becomes rage. Worry..." His case shifted meaningfully between Eraserhead and deku. "Well, worry becomes pure panic. Oh, I almost forgot that just slight arousal can turn into a lust, desperate need." 

 

  The silver haired villain grinned. "Perfect timing, amp. Make the kid lose control, his emotions will transfer right to Eraserhead through the bond."

 

  Amplifiers hands began to Glow with a sickly yellow energy. "Let's see how well you two work together when you can barely think straight."

 

  Eraserhead felt the first way of hit him, not his own emotions, but deku's amplified concern crashing through their connection like a tsunami. The boys natural anxiety about protecting others, about being strong enough, about not letting his teacher down, all magnified tenfold. 

 

  "Sensei!" Deku gasped, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow as his own panic that back to him through their bond, creating a dangerous feedback loop. 

 

  "Focus on my voice, deku," Eraserhead said through gritted teeth, fighting against the overwhelming surge of amplified emotions."don't let him control what you feel. We're stronger than this."

 

  But amplifier left, pouring more power into his quirk. "Oh, this is beautiful. The more upset one gets, the more it affects the other. It's an endless spiral!"

 

  The metal armed villain stepped forward, ready to take advantage of their emotional turmoil. "Now we can finish this properly."

 

  But as he ways of amplified panic crashed over them, something unexpected happened. Through the chaos of overwhelming emotions, Eraserhead felt something else from deku, a quart of unwavering determination that even amplifiers cork couldn't fully corrupt. The boys desire to protect others, to be a hero, to never give up. 

 

  "Deku," Eraserhead said, his voice study despite the emotional storm. "Remember what I taught you about fear. It's just an emotion. Don't fight it, use it."

 

  The young hero's eyes widen with understanding. Instead of trying to suppress the amplified emotions, he channeled them. His fear for his teacher's safety became fierce protectiveness. His anxiety about being weak transformed into determination to be stronger. 

 

  "You made a mistake," deku said, green lightning crackling around both him and Eraserhead through their bond. "You didn't just amplify my fear, you amplified everything I feel about being a hero."

 

  Amplifiers confident expression faltered. "That's not how my quirk works..."

 

  "Your quirk amplifies emotions," Eraserhead interrupted, his own resolve flowing through the connection and strengthening them both. "But you can't change what those emotions fundamentally are. And what drives this kid isn't fear, it's hope. it's protectiveness."

 

  The feedback loop that had been working against them suddenly reversed. Deku's amplified determination flowed through Eraserhead, who sent back decades of experience and tactical thinking. Together, their combined will created something neither villains had expected. 

 

  "Impossible," the silver haired villain snarled, but his voice carried a note of uncertainty. 

 

  "Detroit smash!" Deku shouted, his fist glowing with one for all's power. But instead of attacking randomly, he struck the floor with precise Force, the same technique is all I had taught him for creating strategic advantages. 

 

  The impact sent a shockwave through the store, causing the shelves to topple towards the villains. The metal armed villain caught them easily, but his attention was divided. 

 

  That's when eraserhead struck. His capture weapon snapped out like a whip, wrapping around amplifiers wrists and yanked him forward. "Quirk amplification requires concentration," he said grimly. "Let's see how well you focus when you're flying." 

 

  The emotional assault cut off abruptly as amplifier crashed into a display of snack foods. The silver haired villain try to rush them, but found himself facing two heroes who are now working in perfect synchronization, their bond allowing them to anticipate each other's moves flawlessly. 

 

  "This isn't over!" The metal armed villain shouted a sirens wailed from outside the store. 

 

  "No," eraserhead said, binding all three villains with his capture weapon while deku called for backup. "But it is for you."

 

  As the chaos settled, deku looked at his teacher with a new found respect. "Sensei, how did you know that would work?"

 

  Eraserhead allowed himself a small smile, "because I know what kind of hero you are, deku, even when you can't see it yourself."

 

  The ethereal change still connected them, but somehow, neither minded. They had turned the villains trap and do something stronger, hey bond that made them both better heroes. 

 

  20 minutes later, as police officers finished loading the three villains into transport vehicles, detective Tsukauchi approach the pair with a concerned expression. 

 

  "We've gotten preliminary statements from the suspects," he said, pulling out his notebook. "But there's something you both need to know about the binding quirk."

 

  Aizawa raising eyebrow. "What is it?"

 

  "The silver haired one, his name is Koji Renketsu. He's been quite talkative, almost proud of his quirk." Tsukauchi's expression grew more serious. "According to him, The binding doesn't have a set duration. It could last hours, days, weeks... There's no way to know."

 

  Midoriya's eyes widened. "Weeks? But sensei, what about classes? Patrol? Your hero work?"

 

  "The quirk maintains the emotional and physical connection, with limited distance," tsukauchi continued. "Whatever one of you feels, the other experiences. Pain, fatigue, strong emotions, more intimate feelings, it all transfers through the bond."

 

  Aizawa ran a hand through his hair, processing the implications. Through their connection, midoriya could feel his teachers and analytical mind working through various scenarios, along with a underlying thread of... Was that worried? 

 

  "There's more," tsukauchi said reluctantly. "Renketsu claims his quirk has never been broken by outside interference. It only ends when..." Hey paused, checking his notes. "When the bond has 'served its purpose,' whatever that means."

 

"Great," aizawa muttered. "A quirk with philosophical conditions."

 

  As they gave their official statements, both heroes became acutely aware of their new reality. When midoriya felt embarrassed about stumbling over a detail, aizawa experienced a flush of secondhand awkwardness. When aizawa's chronic back pain flared from the fight, midoriya unconsciously straightened his posture.

 

  "This is going to take some getting used to," midoriya said quietly as they finally prepared to leave. 

 

  "The students are going to have a field day with this," aizawa replied, already dreading the upcoming explanations. "And we'll need to inform principal nezu immediately."

 

  They walked towards the train station, the ethereal chains shimmering between them like a visible reminder of their predicament. Other pedestrians gave them curious looks, but both heroes had learned to ignore public attention. 

 

  "Sensei," midoriya said hesitantly, "what if this affects your teaching? Your hero work? I don't want to be a burden..."

 

  "Stop." Aizawa's voice was firm but not unkind. "We'll figure it out. Besides," he added with the ghost of a smile, "after tonight, I think we've proven we work well together."

 

  As they boarded the train back to UA, both teacher and student couldn't help but Wonder what challenges awaited them, and how long they be facing them as an unwilling connected pair. 

 

-------------time skip---------------

 

  The walk through UA's corridors at just past 8p.m. should have been peaceful, but the ethereal chains connecting them made stealth impossible. Every step they took seem to echo with other worldly energy, and several security cameras tracked there unusual process. 

 

  "Principal nezu is waiting in his office," aizawa said, checking his phone. "Along with recovery girl and Vlad King."

 

  "At this hour?" Midoriya asked, he could feel his teachers resignation through their bond. 

 

  "Word travels fast when glowing chains are involved."

 

  They arrived at the principal's office to find not just the expected faculty, but also all might, who looked up from his tea with barely concealed concern. 

 

  "Ah, the bonded Duo arrives!" Principal nezu said with his characteristic cheerfulness, though his sharp eyes were already analyzing the situation. "Please, sit. Though I suppose you'll need to coordinate that now."

 

  The awkwardness of trying to sit in chairs while connected by ethereal chains become immediately apparent. After some maneuvering, they managed to position themselves at an angle where the chains didn't interfere with the furniture. 

 

  "So," Vlad King said, crossing his arms, "let me get this straight. You two are connected by a quirk that shares pain and emotions, has no known duration, and can't be broken by outside interference?"

 

  "that's correct," aizawa replied, as he could feel midoriya's embarrassment about the situation hit him like a wave. 

 

  "And you discovered this works both ways how exactly?" Recovery girl asked, her medical instincts clearly engaged. 

 

  "When midoriya felt awkward about stumbling over his statement to the police, I experienced it too," aizawa explained. "Physical sensations transfer as well, when my back started aching from the fight, he felt it."

 

  All might Leaned Forward. "Young midoriya, how are you handling this? This must be quite overwhelming."

 

  "I'm managing, all might," midoriya said, though his nervous energy was clearly affecting Aizawa, who had started tapping his fingers unconsciously. "But I'm worried about how this will affect sensei's work, and the other students, and...."

 

  "And now I'm worried about your worrying," Aizawa interrupted dryly. "Which is making you more worried. See the problem?"

 

  Principal nezu clapped his paws together. "Fascinating! A quirk that creates a feedback loop of shared experiences. The implications for both your hero work and teaching are... Considerable."

 

  "What about classes tomorrow?" Vlad King asked the practical question. "How do you plan to handle having a student connected to you during lessons?"

 

  "We'll figure it out," aizawa said, so uncertainty radiated through the bond. "Midoriya can observe my other classes, and I'll need to be present for his training sessions."

 

  "The dormitory situation is another concern," recovery girl added. "You can't exactly go to your separate rooms."

 

  The reality of their predicament was becoming clear by the minute. Midoriya would essentially need to shadow aizawa everywhere, and vice versa. Their privacy, they're Independence, their ability to function as separate individuals, all of it was now complicated by the quirk. 

 

  "There's a couple spare rooms on the top floor of the 1A dorms. Tomorrow when you're at school I will have it modified buy adding a door in the middle of the wall separating two of the dorm rooms and changing the other to add a bigger bathroom adding a shower. I will also have them add a full kitchenette." 

 

  "What if one of us gets hurt on patrol?" Midoriya asked quietly. "Or if Sensei needs to use his quirk extensively? Won't that effect..."

 

  "Will deal with each situation as it comes," aizawa cut him off, so his tone was gentler than usual. "The important thing is that you continue your education and I continue my duties. We just.... Do it together now."

 

  All might's expression was troubled. "Perhaps it would be wise to have recovery girl monitor you both regularly. The long term effects of shared physical and emotional experiences are unknown."

 

  "Agreed," recovery girl knotted. "Every other day check ins for the next 2 weeks, at minimum. And then if it lasts more than 2 weeks and there hasn't been any changes we can extend it to once a week unless something unexpected occurs. And I want to know immediately if either of you experience anything unusual."

 

  As the meeting wound down, both teacher and student felt the weight of their new reality settling in. They were no longer just mentor and student, they were unwillingly connected partners who would need to navigate every aspect of their lives together until quirk decided to release them. 

 

  "Try to get some rest," principal nezu said as they prepared to leave. "Tomorrow will bring new challenges, but I have faith you'll both adapt admirably."

 

  Walking towards the 1A dorms, midoriya spoke quietly. "Sensei, I'm really sorry about all of this. If I had been faster, or stronger, or... "

 

  "Stop," aizawa said firmly. "This isn't your fault. Besides," he added with a trace of his usual dry humor, "at least now I'll always know when you're not getting enough sleep."

 

  Despite everything, midoriya couldn't help but smile at that. Through their bond, he felt something t

hat might have been fondness from his usually stoic teacher, mixed with determination to make this work. 

 

  They had a long road ahead of them, but they wouldn't be walking it alone.

 

  

 

Chapter 2: Ch.2

  The top floor dorm room was larger than midoriya's dorm room but smaller than what two people would normally need. It had a main area with a wooden desk, a small brown couch, and a single full size bed, plus a walk in closet that could barely fit a futon. 

 

  "I'll take the futon that's in the closet," midoriya said immediately, but aizawa shook his head. 

 

  "the chains stretch about 3 ft maximum. And we don't know if at any moment they will shrink giving us less room or extend and give us more, better not to test it. We tested it on the way up here, remember?" Aizawa gestured to the ethereal bonds connecting them. "That adjoining space puts us at the limit. You'll end up with a constant tugging sensation."

 

  "But sensei, you need proper rest for teaching and patrolling..."

 

  "And you need proper rest for training and classes." Aizawa cut them off, then paused as he felt midoriya's guilt Spike through their connection. "Look, we'll figure out a rotation system. Tonight, you take the bed. I slept in worse places."

 

  Midoriya wanted to argue, but the exhaustion from their earlier fight was catching up to both of them. Through their bond, he could feel aizawa's own fatigue. A bone deep tiredness that went beyond just tonight's event. 

 

  "Sensei, when's the last time you actually slept 8 hours." Midoriya asked without thinking. 

 

  Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "that's... Oddly specific. And none of your business."

 

  "It's just that I can feel how tired you are, and it's not just from tonight." Midoriya struggled to find the words. "It's like you're always running on empty."

 

  The accuracy of that observation, filtered through their quirk connection, made Aizawa uncomfortable. "We both need to learn to filter out each other's background feelings, or neither of us will get any privacy."

 

  They spent the next 20 minutes in awkward coordination, trying to figure out the best logistics. Brushing teeth required careful positioning so the chains didn't get in the way. Changing clothes meant turning away from each other and hoping the ethereal bonds then somehow make the situation more embarrassing than it already was.

 

  "This is impossible," midoriya muttered as he struggled with his shirt, the chains making his movements clumsy. 

 

  "It's not impossible," aizawa replied, though his own frustration was evident. "it's just... Complicated. Will develop a system. Routines. It'll get easier."

 

  But as they settled down for the night, midoriya in the bed, aizawa on the couch with the chains stretched between them, the real challenge became apparent. Every time one of them shifted, the other felt the movement. When midoriya's mind raced with thoughts about the day, aizawa picked up on his restless energy. When aizawa's chronic pain flared, midoriya winced in sympathy.

 

  "I can't sleep if you can't sleep," aizawa said after thirty minutes of tossing and turning.

 

"Sorry, sensei. I keep thinking about everything that happened, and what happens tomorrow, and how the others are going to react."

 

  "Your brain is loud," aizawa interrupted, but there was no real irritation in his voice. "Try deep breathing exercises I taught you for anxiety management."

 

  "The four seven eight pattern?" 

 

  "That's the one."

 

  As midoriya begin the controlled breathing, something unexpected happen. The calm that gradually settled over him began to affect aizawa too. The teacher's chronic tension started to ease, and for the first time in weeks, his mind quieted. 

 

  "Huh," aizawa said softly. "That actually works better than I expected."

 

  "Sensei? Are you feeling calmer because I am?"

 

  "Seems like it. The bond doesn't just share negative experiences." There's a pause. "Keep doing that breathing thing."

 

  Within minutes, both teacher and student had drifted off to sleep, the first truly restful sleep aizawa had gotten in months, and the first time midoriya had fallen asleep without worrying himself into exhaustion. 

 

  Inside their room, the ethereal change glowed softly in the darkness, pulsing gently and sync with their shared, peaceful dreams. 

 

  When morning came, they would face the challenge of explaining their situation to class 1A. But for now, they had found their first small victory in learning to share not just their burdens, but their moments of Peace as well. 

 

  -----------------time skip-------------- 

 

  Aizawa's alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. as it had every morning for the past 5 years. What was different was the jolt of confusion and mild panic that hit him immediately after. Midoriya startling awake filtered through their bond. 

 

  "Sorry," midoriya mumbled, sitting up in bed with his hair even more disheveled than usual. "I'm not used to waking up this early."

 

  "You'll get used to it," aizawa replied, already moving towards his overnight bag. "Hero schedules don't accommodate sleeping in."

 

  The morning routine proved even more complicated than the night before. The small bathroom could barely fit one person, let alone two connected by ethereal chains. They worked out a system of taking turns while the other weighted just outside the door, the chains stretching taunt between them.

 

  "This is ridiculous," aizawa muttered as he tried to shave while midoriya brushed his teeth at the same time, both of them contorting around glowing bonds. 

 

  "At least we're efficient?" Midoriya offered hopefully, though he immediately regretted the comment when he felt aizawa's exasperation Spike through there connection. 

 

  Getting dressed proved to be the real challenge. The change made it nearly impossible to lift their arms properly or maneuver clothing over their heads without getting tangled. 

  

"I can't get my shirt over my head without pulling on the chain," midoriya said, frustrated, holding his uniform shirt in one hand.

 

Aizawa, who is having the same problem with his own capture weapon gear, sighed. "we're going to have to help each other."

 

  The awkwardness was palatable as they position themself carefully. Aizawa helped to change midoriya's school shirt before Midoriya could work his arms through his shirt sleeve, then midoriya return the favor, helping guide aizawa's capture weapon harness over his shoulders without catching on the ethereal chains. 

 

  "This is weird," midoriya muttered, his face red as he helped adjust his teacher's gear. As he did his best not to think about his crush on aizawa. He couldn't have aizawa knowing, he would never live it down. He refuses to acknowledge that part. 

 

  "Professional heroes adapt to unusual circumstances," aizawa replied, though midoriya could feel his teacher's own discomfort through their connection. Aizawa could feel there was something else but it was gone so quickly that he couldn't figure out what the feeling was but he new it was from midoriya. "Besides, you'll be doing hero support work eventually. Consider this early training."

 

  "I don't think hero support usually involves dressing your teacher," midoriya said, but he was careful to make sure aizawa's capture weapon sat properly. 

 

  "You'd be surprised what hero work involves," aizawa replied dryly.

 

  After finally managing to get properly dressed (a process that took three times longer than usual) they made their way through the Hall of the top floor towards the elevator. 

 

  "The students will already be in the kitchen preparing breakfast," aizawa said I say waited for the elevator to reach the bottom floor. "This will be... Interesting." 

 

  "Should we have texted the group chat ahead to warn them?" Midoriya asked.

 

  "And miss the authentic reactions? Where's the fun in that?"

 

  Midoriya shot his teacher a look. "Did you just make a joke about our situation?"

 

  "I have no idea what you're talking about," aizawa replied, but through their bond, midoriya caught a hint of dry amusement. 

 

As the elevator's door opened and they headed towards the kitchen, voices could already be heard. The usual morning chatter of students preparing for the day. The ethereal chains connecting them glowed softly in the hallway light, impossible to miss. 

 

  "Here we go," aizawa muttered.

 

  "Together?" Midoriya asked, managing a small smile despite his nervousness. 

 

  "Together," aizawa confirmed, and for the first time since the cork activated, either of them minded the word. 

 

Aizawa

 

  Walking into class 1A's kitchen connected to one of his students by glowing ethereal chains was possibly the most surreal moment of his teaching career, and not with saying something, considering keep taught this particular class. 

 

  The kitchen was alive with typical morning chaos. Bakugou was aggressively chopping vegetables while barking orders at anyone who dared to approach his cooking space. Iida was organizing breakfast schedules with military precision. Kaminari and sero were attempting to flip pancakes and failing spectacularly. The usual chaos of 20 teenagers trying to coordinate a meal. 

 

  All of it stopped the moment aizawa and midoriya step through the doorway. 

 

  The silence was deafening. Aizawa had seen his students shocked before (during villain attacks, surprise tests, when he revealed particularly harsh training regiments) but this was different. This was personal bewilderment mixed with genuine concern. 

 

  Through their bond, he felt midoriya's embarrassment Spike to astronomical levels, which immediately triggered his own discomfort. The kids anxiety was like a feedback loop, making aizawa's already limited patience with social situations even thinner. 

 

  "Sensei?" Yaoyorozu was the first to speak, her voice carefully controlled. "Are you... Are you both all right?"

 

  "We're fine," aizawa said, his tone clipped. She could feel every pair of eyes tracking the  ethereal chains, could practically hear the mental gears turning as his students trying to process what they were seeing. 

 

"What the fuck happened to you, deku?" Bakugou's voice cut through the silence like a blade. Trust him to be direct about it. 

 

  Midoriya opened his mouth to explain, but aizawa could feel the kids emotional state teetering on the edge of a full anxiety attack. Through their connection, he sent the overwhelming urge to over explain, to apologize, to somehow make this situation less awkward for everyone involved. 

 

  "Villain encounter," aizawa said before midoriya could launch into a rambling explanation. "Binding quirk. Duration unknown. We're adapting."

 

  "That's... That's it?" Mina asked, her usual enthusiasm dampened by confusion. "You're just... Stuck together?"

 

  "Essentially." Aizawa move it towards the coffee maker, forcing midoriya to follow. The chains made even this simple action a coordinated effort. "The quirk shares physical sensations and emotions between us. We're managing."

 

  What he didn't say (what he couldn't say) was how strange it was to suddenly have access to another person physically and emotionally. 

 

  Midoriya's feelings were so intense, so genuine. His concern for his classmates reactions, his guilt over it and inconveniencing his teacher, his determination to make the best of a bad situation. It was all there, flowing through their connection like an open book. 

 

  And more disturbing was the realization that midoriya could feel his emotions too. Because now had access to thoughts and feelings aizawa had spent years keeping buried. His frustration with administrative duties, his pride and his students progress, his bone deep exhaustion from years of hero work, all of it was potentially accessible through their bond. 

 

  "So you have to do everything together?" Kirishima asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity rather than judgment. 

 

  "For now," aizawa confirmed, pouring coffee with practiced efficiency despite the chain connecting his wrist too midoriya's. "Classes will continue as normal. Midoriya will observe my other lessons, and I'll be present for his training sessions."

 

  That's actually kind of cool," kaminari said, earning sharp looks from several classmates. "I mean, not cool that you're stuck, but cool that you get to see how other classes work, midoriya."

 

  Through their bond, aizawa felt midoriya's gratitude towards kaminari for trying to find a positive angle. The kids emotional responses were so immediate, so unfiltered. It was exhausting and oddly and daring at the same time. 

 

  "How long will it last?" Todoroki asked, his analytical mind already working through the implications. 

 

  "unknown," aizawa replied, taking a sip of his coffee and immediately regretting it when midoriya's surprise at the better taste hit him through their connection. He'd forgotten the kid didn't drink coffee. 

 

  "That must be really hard," uraraka said softly, her empathy genuine. "Having to share everything like that."

 

  Aizawa looked at her, then at the rest of his students (his kids). They were concerned (genuinely concerned) not just curious or entertained by the spectacle. These kids, for all their chaos and energy, actually cared about what happened to their teacher and classmate. 

 

  It was a reminder of why he chose to teach, even when the administrative headaches and bureaucracy nonsense made him want to quit. These students, his students, for worth the trouble. 

 

  "We're adapting," he said again, but his tone was gentler this time. Now, who's making breakfast? I can feel midoriya's hunger through this Bond, and it's distracting."

 

  The comment broke some of the tension, earning a few truffles and getting the students back to their morning routine. But aizawa noticed that they were all being more considerate, speaking more quietly, moving more carefully around the connected pair, offering to help without being asked. 

 

  Through their bond, he felt midoriya's overwhelming gratitude towards his classmates, mixed with lingering embarrassment about the situation. The kids emotional intensity was something aizawa was still learning to navigate, but he was beginning to understand that it wasn't just anxiety, it was care. Midoriya cared so deeply about everyone around him that they're emotions and comfort mattered more to him than his own. 

  It was admirable. It was also going to give aizawa a headache if he had to feel that level of emotional investment in every social interaction. 

 

  "Sit," he told midoriya, just ran to the chair at the kitchen table. "Let them cook. And try to worry less about what everyone thinks. I can feel your anxiety from here."

 

  "Sorry, sensei,"

midoriya said, but as he settled into the chair, aizawa felt the kids emotional state began to stabilize slightly. 

 

  This was going to be a very long day.

 

  

 

Chapter 3: Ch.3

    Aizawa

 

  The ethereal chains glowed softly between midoriya and me as we sat awkwardly in The faculty lounge. It's only the next morning and I know that my friends will be here at any time. I love them but I am not looking forward to this they will be insufferable. 

 

  As if reading my thoughts, "well, well, well," present mic sang out as he enters the lounge, his voice carrying that familiar mischievous tone. "Look what we have here! Papa Bird and his little chick, literally inseparable!"

 

  I could feel disgusted, uneasy, and nausea flow through the bond for just a brief second before cutting out like midoriya was trying to prevent me from feeling it. It was odd and slightly disappointing that he felt so strongly about not seeing me as a father figure. 

 

  Aizawa's eye twitched. "Mic."

 

  "Oh, my," midnight purred, falling close behind with the barely concealed grin. "How romantic. Bound together by Fate, or should I say, quirk?"

 

  "It's not..." Midoriya started, his face flushing red. What got me was the flash of feelings that ran through the bond before again abruptly ending. They weren't disgusted, or creeped out, or any negative feelings but something I didn't recognize and it was gone too quickly to understand more than it wasn't a bad feeling. Again odd. 

 

  "Temporary," aizawa cut in flatly, though the chains gave a soft chime as he shifted, making midoriya automatically adjust his position on the couch. 

 

  Mic gasped dramatically, hands flying to his face. "Did you hear that? They're already in sync! Moving together like they've been partners for years!"

 

  "The chains respond to emotional states too," midnight observed with scientific interest that didn't quite hide her amusement. "They seem to pull tighter when eraser gets annoyed."

 

  As if to prove her point, the chains gave another gentle tug as aizawa's irritation Spiked.

 

  "We've noticed," aizawa deadpanned.

 

  "I bet you have to sleep in the same room," mic continued gleefully. "Do you take turns picking what to watch on TV? Oh! Do you have to coordinate bathroom breaks?"

 

  Midoriya made a strangled noise and buried his face in his hands. He was having a hard time dealing with the teasing from his teachers. 

 

  Mic pulled out his phone "I need pictures for the yearbook. 'teacher of the year and his devoted student: a bond that cannot be broken."

 

  "Absolutely not," aizawa said, but the chains prevented him from lunging for the phone as mic snapped a photo of them sitting together, midoriya still hiding his face while the ethereal change glowed softly between them. 

 

  "You know," midnight said thoughtfully, "this might actually be good for both of you. Eraser, you've been working too much, and now you're forced to take breaks. And midoriya, you get one on one mentoring from one of the best heroes in Japan."

 

  "The Detective said it could last hours, days, weeks, they don't know how long," midoriya mumbled through his fingers. 

 

  "You don't know how long it could be a month or more!" Mic exclaimed "oh, this is perfect! You'll be like a buddy cop Duo! Fighting crime while literally tied together!"

 

  Aizawa and midoriya had the same mortifying thought about having to continue patrol work while connected. 

 

  "There it is again!" Midnight pointed. "Synchronized anxiety! You two are already more in tune than most married couples."

 

  Aizawa stood up abruptly, the chains forcing midoriya to scramble up as well. " We're leaving."

 

  "Aw, come on, Eraser!" Mic called after them "I was just getting started! I haven't even asked about the sleeping arrangements yet!"

 

  As I headed for the door, midnight called out sweetly, "don't forget you have class together in an hour! I wonder what the students will think about their teacher being literally attached to their classmate?"

 

  The groan that echoed from both of them was perfectly harmonized, making the chain chime like wedding bells. 

 

  "Beautiful!" Mic side happily. "True love!"

 

  The door slam shut behind them, but not before everyone heard midoriya's flustered "it's not love, it's a quirk accident!" And aizawa's tired "same thing, apparently."

 

  The hallway was mercifully quiet as they made their way towards class 1A, the ethereal chains creating a soft timing sound with each step. Aizawa could feel midoriya's lingering embarrassment like a warm flush across his own skin, one of the more inconvenient aspects of the bonding chains quirk. Not only were they physically connected, but they shared emotions and physical sensations too. 

 

  Which meant he felt every Spike of mortification and slight excitement when midnight made those comments about being "bonded together" or "like a married couple." Had felt the way midoriya's heart had raced, the fluster of something else beneath the embarrassment that the kid was trying desperately to suppressed.

 

  'stop' aizawa told himself firmly, trying to push down his own confused thoughts. But the moment he did, he felt midoriya's concerned Spike through the bond, worry and confusion bleeding through the connection. 

 

  "Aizawa-sensei?" Midoriya's voice was soft, uncertain. "Are you okay? I can feel... You're really tense right now."

 

'Damn it, fuck.' He'd forgotten that his emotions were just as visible to his student through the quirk. The kid could probably sense every conflicted thought, every moment of overthinking. 

 

  "I'm Fine," aizawa said, but he could feel midoriya's doubt through the bond. There was no hiding anything when they were connected like this. 

 

  The way midoriya had reacted to the teasing, aizawa had felt it all. The embarrassment, yes, but underneath it... Something warmer. something that had made the kids post quicken for reasons that had nothing to do with being flustered by adult humor. And the way midoriya kept stealing glances at him, the fluster of nervousness mixed with something that felt almost like...

 

  'he's your student!' aizawa reminded himself sharply. 'a sixteen year old who looks up to you. Whatever you think you're feeling through this Bond, you're misinterpreting it.' 

 

  "Sensei?" Midoriya's voice was quieter now, and through the connection, aizawa could feel the kids growing anxiety. "I can feel you spiraling. What's wrong?"

 

  Aizawa stopped walking, the chains chiming softly as they settled. Midoriya bumped into his shoulder, and the brief contact sent a joke through both of them, amplified by the quirk's connection. 

 

  "Nothing's wrong," aizawa said, but the lie felt hollow when midoriya could literally feel his emotional state. "I'm just... Processing. This quirk makes everything more complicated."

 

  Through the bond, he felt midoriya's understanding,  with something that might have been disappointment. But that was probably just imagination. 

 

  'you are definitely overthinking it.' 

 

  "We should get to class," aizawa said, starting to walk again. "And try to keep our emotions in check. The last thing we need is the students picking up on... Whatever this is."

 

  Midoriya fell into step beside him, and despite everything, aizawa couldn't help but notice how perfectly they moved together now. How the shared situation had made them unconsciously adapt to each other's rhythm, each other's space. Thinking about it, it didn't make sense it's been less than 24 hours but it feels natural. 

 

  Through the bond, he could feel midoriya's small, secret smile, and tried not to think about what that might mean. 

 

  The moment they stepped in a class 1A, aizawa could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Most of the students barely looked up from their conversations, apparently ethereal chains connecting their teacher to their classmate had already become old news after a few hours. But aizawa's trained eye caught the exceptions. 

 

  Shinso was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, watching midoriya within expression that was far too knowing for aizawa's comfort. There was something calculating in those purple eyes, like he'd figure out a puzzle that everyone else was still working on. 

 

  "------ seriously though," kaminari was saying to the self proclaimed baku squad near the windows, just strange dramatically, "have you seen how they moved together now? It's like they're dancing or something. My sister says that's what happens when couples get really in sync...."

 

  The word 'couple' hit like a lightning bolt through the shared bond. Aizawa felt midoriya's emotional response slam into him with startling intensity, not embarrassment this time, but something raw and hungry that made his breath catch. 'want' pure, undiluted want that crashed through their connection and amplified until aizawa couldn't tell where midoriya's feelings and in his own began. 

 

  "Everyone sit down," aizawa managed, his voice ruffer than intended. He could feel his own confusion mixing with midoriya's panic as the kid realized what had just bled through their bond. The one was still there, drumming beneath the surface, and aizawa found himself staring at the back of midoriya's neck as I made their way to the front of the classroom. 

 

  'what the hell was that?'

 

  Through their connection, he felt midoriya's mortification Spike, followed immediately by a desperate attempt to suppress whatever he was feeling. But the damage was done. That moment of rock and motion had been too strong, too specific to misinterpret. 

 

Shinso's knowing look makes more sense now. The kid had probably figured it out before either of them had. 

 

  Aizawa forced himself to focus on pulling out his lesson plans, trying to process what had just happened. The intensity of what he felt through the bond... There hadn't been some innocent crush or hero warship. It had been an adult desire, complicated and conflicted and absolutely not something a student should be feeling for their teacher. 

 

  Except midoriya wasn't really just his student anymore, was he? Not when they were bound together like this, sharing everything. 

 

  'this is exactly what you were afraid of' he thought, stealing a glance at midoriya, who was determinedly staring at his desk. 'and now you don't know if what you're feeling is yours or his or some combination of both.' 

 

  The chains hummed softly between them, still caring the moment of want, and aizawa realized he was in much deeper trouble than he thought. 

 

  'later' he told himself firmly, shoving all of it into a box in his mind to be examined when he wasn't standing in front of 20 teenagers.  'deal with this later.' 

 

  "Alright," he said aloud, his voice returning to its normal monotone as he activated his teaching persona like an armor. "Since we have homeroom this morning, use the time to catch up on assignments from other classes. I don't want to hear about anyone falling behind because of..." He gestured vaguely to the chains connecting him to midoriya, "current circumstances."

 

  The class settled into their usual routine, pulling out textbooks and worksheets. Through the bond, aizawa could feel midoriya's relief at the return to normalcy, mixed with lingering embarrassment and something else here refused to analyze right now. 

 

  He moved to his desk, the chains creating their soft chiming Melody as midoriya automatically adjusted his position to give them both comfortable working space. They got disturbingly Good at the synchronized movement thing. 

 

  'don't think about it.' 

 

  Aizawa pulled out his grading, determined to focus on something mundane and safe. Red ink corrections on kaminari's hero law essay. Bakugou's surprisingly insightful analysis of rescue protocols. Todoroki's methodical breakdown of emergency response procedures. 

 

  Normal. Professional. Nothing to dissect here. 

 

  20 minutes into the peaceful work session, present mic's voice echoed down the hallway, singing, of course, because the man couldn't simply walk to his classroom like a normal person. 

 

  "GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE! IT'S ENGLISH TIME!"

 

  Several students groan, and aizawa felt a spike of second hand anxiety from midoriya. English class ment mic-sensei, and mic-sensei meant more opportunities for commentary about their "situation." 

 

  "Sensei," midoriya whispered, leaning slightly towards him. "Maybe we should sit in the back today?"   

 

  The practical suggestion was sound, but the way midoriya's voice dropped low, meant just for him, sent an unwanted shiver through their shared connection. Aizawa crushed the feeling before it could fully form. 

 

  "Will sit where we normally do," he said quietly. "Running and hiding will only make it worse."

 

  Through the bond, he felt midoriya's admiration for his resolve, followed immediately by another flutter of that complex emotion he was absolutely not going to examine right now. 

  

  Mic's voice grew louder as he approached their classroom. "BONDING CHAINS, BONDING HEARTS"

 

  "I'm going to kill him," aizawa muttered under his breath, burning a barely suppressed laugh from midoriya that he felt as much as heard. 

 

  

  

 

  

 

  

 

Chapter 4: Ch.4

  Aizawa

 

Lunch

 

The empty classroom on the third floor seemed like a good idea. Away from the cafeteria chaos, away from the curious stairs and whisper comments about their glowing chains. Just him and midoriya eating in Bliss silence while the quirk hummed quietly between them. 

 

  That lasted exactly 10 minutes. 

 

  "Well, well," Midnight's voice heard from the doorway. "A private lunch date. How romantic."

 

  Aizawa didn't look up from his rice. "Go away, midnight."

 

  "Aw, come on!" Present mic bounced in behind her, carrying his own lunch tray. "You can't hide from your friends! Worried about you two lovebirds"

 

  "We're not" midoriya started, but midnight cut him off with a wave of her hand. 

 

  "Oh, honey, you don't need to pretend with us." She slid into the seat across from them, ice cream with mischief. "I can practically feel the sexual tension from here. All that.. pent up energy between you too."

 

  Through the bond, aizawa felt midoriya's confusion Spike, followed by a slow dining realization of what midnight was implying. The kids face went Scarlett. 

 

  "Midnight," aizawa warned, his voice flat and dangerous. 

 

  "What? I'm just saying, being bound together like that, shared sensations" her smile turned positively wicked. "It must be very... Intense when one of you gets worked up."

 

  Mic paused with his sandwich halfway to his mouth, looking between them with growing understanding. "Oh, OH. Wait, you mean they can feel..."

 

  "Everything," midnight confirmed with obvious delight. "Physical sensations, emotions, even arousal."

 

  "MIDNIGHT" aizawa's voice cracked like a whip, but it was too late. Through their connection, he felt midoriya's mortification transform into something else entirely, a flutter of heat that the kid tried desperately to suppress but only succeeded in amplifying. 

  

  The chain pulsed with warmth.

 

  "There it is!" Midnight clapped her hands together. "Oh, this is precious. Look how they light up when.."

 

  "When what?" Mic asked, now fully invested in the chaos. "What's happening? Why is midoriya that color?" 

 

  Aizawa could feel everything through the bond, midoriya's embarrassment, yes, but underneath it that same dangerous want from this morning, made worse by Midnight's deliberate innuendos. And his own responding confusion, because he couldn't tell anymore where his feelings ended and midoriya's began.

 

  Through the bond, aizawa felt midoriya's sharp and take of breath, the way his pulse quickened at the suggestion that aizawa might actually...

 

  'Stop thinking' he ordered himself, but it was useless. The shared connection made privacy impossible. 

 

  "This is fascinating," mic said, though his usual volume was dialed down to something approaching normal. "So when one of you feels something, the other?"

  

  "Feels it too," midoriya whispered, and there was something in his voice that made the change chime softly. "Everything."

 

  The way he said 'everything' send a shock through both of them that aizawa definitely felt amplified through their bond. Midnight's nowing smile grew wider. 

 

  "How absolutely delicious," she murmured. 

 

  Aizawa shot her a warning look, but midnight was just getting started. 

 

  "I mean, think about it," she continued, settling back in her chair like she was discussing the weather. "A day of constant contact, sharing every little sensation. You must be so... Aware of each other by now."

 

  Present mic leaned forward with interest. "That's got to be weird, right? Like, can you tell when the other person is..."

 

  "Tired," aizawa cut in sharply. "We can tell when the other is tired."

 

  "Among other things," midnight added with a knowing look. "I bet you've discovered all sorts of... Interesting side effects. 

 

  Through the bond, aizawa felt midoriya's breath hitch, followed by a wave of something that definitely wasn't embarrassment. The kid was thinking about those side effects, specifically the one they both been trying to ignore since this morning. 

 

  "Like what?" Mic asked innocently.

 

  "Well," Midnight's voice dropped to that sultry town she used when she usually wanted to cause trouble, "when you're connected so intimately, certain ... Physical responses becomes shared experiences. Imagine trying to maintain professional boundaries with every accelerated heartbeat, every flush of heat, every moment of..."

 

"NEMURI" aizawa's voice was deadly quiet. 

 

  "----tension gets transmitted directly to your partner," she finished with a satisfied smile. 

 

  The problem was, she wasn't wrong. And a bigger problem with that midoriya was currently experiencing a very specific type of tension that was bleeding through their connection and making it impossible for aizawa to think clearly. He could feel them both growing harder, could feel the need for friction. 

 

  "That's got to be rough," mic said, still not quite catching on to the full implications. "Having to deal with someone else's stress all the time."

 

  "Oh, I don't think stress is the main issue here," midnight purred, watching the way midoriya had gone very still the side aizawa after quickly shifting. "Is it, boys?"

 

  Aizawa could feel midoriya's pulse racing through their bond, could since the exact moment the kids thoughts went somewhere they absolutely shouldn't. They shared sensation hit him like a wave, and he had to grit the edge of the table to keep his expression neutral. 

 

  "You're both being very quiet," midnight observed. "Usually that means someone's having thoughts they don't want to share."

 

  Through their connection, aizawa felt midoriya's sharp Spike of panic at being so easily read, followed immediately by another surge of that dangerous heat. The kid was making it worse by trying not to think about it. 

 

  "I think," present mic said slowly, finally catching on to the undercurrent attention "maybe we should change the subject?"

 

  "Oh, no," midnight Grinned. "This is just getting interesting. Tell me, shota... What's the most challenging part of being connected to someone so.... Responsive?" 

 

  Aizawa felt his job clench as another wave of midoriya's unwanted arousal crashed through their bond. He new they were both hard and dripping by now but couldn't do anything to prevent it. The kid was practically vibrating with the effort of trying to suppress it, which only made it more intense for both of them 

 

  "The most challenging part," aizawa said through gritted teeth, "is colleagues who don't know when to mind their own business."

 

  Midnight laughed, delighted. "Touchy, touchy. Hit a nerve, deny?"

 

  "Several," mic muttered, finally understanding the full scope of what was happening. "Maybe we should..."

 

  "You know what I find fascinating?" Midnight interrupted, waiting forward with predatory interest. "How you two keep trying to maintain that teacher student dynamic when you're literally sharing the most intimate experience possible. Every sensation, every emotion, every moment of physical..."

 

  "Stop," midoriya whispered, but his voice cracked on the word. 

 

  Through their bond, aizawa felt the exact moment midoriya's control shattered. A surge of pure need one so intense it made his own breath catch, made his fingers curl against the desk. The kid was thinking about what it meant that aizawa could feel everything,  everything, and the implications for hitting him like a freight train. 

 

  "Oh, my," midnight purred, clearly noticing the shift in their body language. "someone's having an epiphany."

 

  Aizawa could fill his own resolve cracking under the weight of midoriya's emotions amplified through their connection. The want wasn't one sided anymore, if it ever had been. His own confused feelings were mixing with midoriya's until he couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. 

 

  "you know," midnight continued conversationally, "this kind of forced intimacy has a way of... Clarifying things. Stripping away all those silly barriers and social conventions."

 

  "NEMURI," present mic said an easily, "maybe you should..."

 

  "What? I'm just observing." Her small with sharp as a blade. "It's not everyday you get to watch two people realize they've been lying to themselves."

 

  Through the bond, aizawa felt midoriya's realization hit like lightning, the understanding that every feeling, every moment of attraction, every fleeting thought was being transmitted directly to him. And worse, that aizawa's own carefully suppressed responses were flowing just back as clearly. 

 

  "We need to go," aizawa said abruptly, fanning so fast his chair scraped against the floor. But the chains meant midoriya had to stand too, bringing them close enough that the shared sensation of proximity send another jolt through both of them. 

 

  "Running away?" Midnight asked sweetly. "How unlike you, shota."

 

  Aizawa felt trapped between his professional obligations and the increasing impossible situation quirk had created. Every second in this room was making it worse, the feedback loop of their shared emotions growing stronger. 

 

  "Class starts in 10 minutes," he managed. 

 

  "Plenty of time," midnight replied, settling back in her chair like she had no intention of leaving. "I'm curious, when this quirk wears off, do you think you'll miss it? All that... Connection?" 

 

  That was the final straw. 

 

  Aizawa's capture weapon snapped out faster than either Mic or Midnight could react, binding her securely to her chair with practiced efficiency.

 

"Hey!" she protested, though she was grinning. "This is hardly..."

 

"Stay," Aizawa commanded, his voice deadly serious. 

 

The effect on Midoriya was immediate and overwhelming. Through the bond, Aizawa felt a spike of pure heat so intense it nearly staggered him, raw desire flooding their connection as the kid reacted to seeing him take control, to the authority in his voice, to the sight of his capture weapon in action. The want was sharp and desperate and absolutely not something Midoriya should be feeling about his teacher restraining someone. He could feel them both right on the edge that one move sending midoriya and in return him almost cumming right there in front of midnight and mic.

 

'Oh,' Aizawa thought with the dawning realization. 'That's what this is about.'

 

"Shota, wait..." Present Mic started, but Aizawa was already moving toward the door, the chains forcing Midoriya to hurry after him.

 

"Enjoy your lunch, Hizashi," Aizawa called back. "And keep her quiet."

 

They escaped into the hallway, but the damage was already done. Through their connection, Aizawa could feel everything Midoriya was struggling with, and it was so much worse than he'd realized. The kid's enhanced quirk meant his physical responses were more intense, lasted longer. What might have been a brief moment of arousal for someone else was a sustained burn that wasn't going to fade easily.

 

'Teenage hormones and One For All,' Aizawa thought grimly. 'Perfect combination.'

 

"Bathroom," Aizawa muttered, heading for the nearest empty one. "We need to..."

 

"I know," Midoriya whispered, his voice strained and slightly breathless.

 

The bathroom door closed behind them with a soft click, and suddenly they were alone with nothing but the sound of their shared breathing and the gentle chiming of the ethereal chains. The small space made their proximity more intense, every shared sensation amplified.

 

  Through the bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's body working against him, heart rate elevated, skin flushed, the enhanced circulation from his quirk making everything more vivid and harder to suppress. The kid was practically vibrating with energy he couldn't discharge.

 

"This isn't working," Aizawa said after several minutes of trying to center himself. The meditation techniques that usually helped were useless when he could feel Midoriya's racing pulse, and could sense every shift in the kid's heightened state.

 

"I can't" Midoriya's voice cracked, and Aizawa could feel his frustration through their bond. "It's like my quirk is making it worse. Everything's more intense and it won't... it won't go away."

 

"And then it amplifies," Aizawa finished grimly, feeling the truth of it. They were caught in a feedback loop with no clear way out, made worse by the fact that Midoriya's enhanced physiology was working against any attempt to calm down.

 

Through the bond, he felt Midoriya's growing desperation, the physical need for some kind of release that his quirk enhanced body was demanding. The kid was pressed against the far wall, as far as the chains would allow, but the distance did nothing to muffle their shared sensations. The feel of their rock hard dicks that are leaking and desperate for friction. 

 

"Maybe if we just" Midoriya started, then stopped, his face flushing as whatever thought he'd been about to voice sent another surge through their connection. But this time it didn't fade, it built on itself, his enhanced body keeping it burning hot. Midoriya was shifting slightly trying not to palm his crotch to get some friction he desperately craved.

 

"Don't," Aizawa warned, but it was too late. He'd felt the shape of that thought, and worse, he could feel how Midoriya's body was responding to it with an intensity that would have been overwhelming for anyone, let alone someone connected to it through a quirk bond. It caused both of their dicks to twitch with want, and let out more pre cum slightly wetting their boxers.

 

The chains hummed between them, and Aizawa realized with growing certainty that whatever this quirk was doing to them, Midoriya's enhanced physiology was turning it into something neither of them was equipped to handle through willpower alone.

 

"Sensei," Midoriya's voice was barely above a whisper, strained with the effort of trying to maintain control. "I think... I think we need to talk to Recovery Girl. This isn't sustainable."

 

Through the bond, Aizawa felt the kid's genuine distress beneath the arousal, the fear that his enhanced reactions were making this impossible for both of them. Midoriya was right. They couldn't keep pretending this was something they could just push through.

 

"After classes," Aizawa said, his own voice was rougher than usual. "We can't... not like this."

 

The thought of walking into Recovery Girl's office while sharing these sensations, while Midoriya's quirk enhanced responses were still burning through their connection, was mortifying. But the alternative, trying to teach while trapped in this feedback loop was worse.

 

A sharp knock on the bathroom door made them both freeze.

 

"Yo! You guys okay in there?" It was Kirishima's voice, concerned. "Classes start in like, three minutes, and everyone's wondering where you went."

 

Through the bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's panic spike, which only made his physical state more intense. They had to face a classroom full of teenagers while sharing this connection, while Midoriya's enhanced physiology kept everything burning at a fever pitch.

 

"We're fine," Aizawa called back, though they both knew it was a lie. "Go to class."

 

Footsteps retreated down the hall, and they were left alone again with the impossible task ahead of them.

 

"I don't know how we're going to do this," Midoriya admitted, his hands clenched into fists against the wall. Through the bond, Aizawa could feel his desperation, the way his quirk was making every sensation more vivid, more persistent.

 

"We'll manage," Aizawa said, though

he wasn't sure how. "We have to."

 

But as they prepared to leave the relative safety of the bathroom, both of them knew that the afternoon was going to be a special kind of hell.

 

 

  

 

Chapter 5: Ch. 5

  Izuku

 

  Aizawa turned to face him directly, and through their bond Izuku could feel the older man's resolve settling into place like armor. Aizawa carefully lifted midoriya's chin making him look him in the eyes. When their eyes met, Izuku's breath caught at the intensity he found there.

 

"Listen to me," Aizawa said quietly, his voice taking on that commanding tone that always made something flutter in Izuku's chest. "If you can be good and get through the rest of classes without losing control, or touching yourself, then we can go back to our shared dorm room on the top floor. It's soundproofed."

 

The promise hit Izuku like lightning. Their temporary room, the one the school had set up for them while the quirk lasted, was private, isolated, completely cut off from the rest of the floors. No students, no curious teachers, no one to over hear or interrupt whatever might happen between them.

 

"Can you do that for me?" Aizawa continued, and the way he phrased it, for me, made Izuku's enhanced physiology spike with want so intense he had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound.

 

'Be good for Aizawa-sensei. Show him I can control myself. Prove my obedience'

 

"Yes," Izuku whispered, the word coming out more breathless than he intended. "Yes, I can be good. I'll be so good for you, sensei."

 

Through their bond, he felt Aizawa's sharp intake of breath, the way his pulse quickened at Izuku's choice of words. The reaction sent another surge of heat through Izuku's system, but this time he welcomed it. This was what Aizawa needed from him, control, obedience, proof that he could handle whatever came next.

 

"Good," Aizawa said, and the approval in his voice made Izuku's quirk enhanced heart race. "Stay close to me. Don't let anyone else trigger you. Can you do that?"

 

"Yes, sensei," Izuku breathed, meaning it with every fiber of his being. He would do anything Aizawa asked of him, especially if it meant earning their way back to privacy, to a place where they could finally address what was building between them.

 

The thought of being alone with Aizawa, of having permission to stop fighting these feelings, made his enhanced circulation burn even hotter. But this time, instead of trying to suppress it, he channeled it into determination.

 

He would be the best student, the most controlled, the most perfect example of restraint that Aizawa had ever seen. Because his sensei had asked him to be good, and Izuku would rather die than disappoint the man he'd been falling for since the beginning of the school year.

 

Through their bond, he felt Aizawa's surprise at his sudden focus, followed by something that might have been pride. It only made Izuku more determined to earn whatever reward waited for them in their soundproofed sanctuary.

 

 

Hero Law Class

 

Izuku sat in his usual seat, the ethereal chains stretching between him and where Aizawa stood at the front of the classroom. Every few minutes, he would catch himself staring at his sensei's profile and force his attention back to his notebook.

 

'Be good. Be good for sensei.'

 

The mantra helped, giving him something to focus on besides the constant burn of arousal, both of their hard leaking dicks, that his enhanced physiology refused to let fade. Aizawa had asked him to be good, had promised him privacy if he could just make it through classes, and Izuku was determined not to let him down.

 

"Today we're covering the legal implications of quirk usage in emergency situations," Aizawa announced, his voice taking on that professional tone that somehow made Izuku's pulse quicken. "I want you to analyze the case study on page forty three and determine what laws, if any, were violated."

 

  Izuku threw himself into the assignment with desperate focus. Legal precedents, emergency protocols, civilian safety regulations, anything to keep his mind occupied and prove to Aizawa that he could handle this. That he could be the good student his sensei needed him to be.

 

'Focus on the work. Don't think about how his voice sounds when he's being authoritative. Don't think about what 'soundproofed' might mean. Don't think of how bad you want to be on your knees for him. Just be good.'

 

He was so absorbed in his notes that he almost missed the way Jirou's ear jacks twitched in his direction, her head tilting slightly as if she'd heard something odd. Across the room, shoji glanced at him with a similar expression of confusion before looking away.

 

'Shit.' Izuku's enhanced heart rate was probably putting out sounds they could pick up, elevated breathing, pulse, maybe even the way his pen was scratching across the paper with more intensity than usual. But neither of them said anything, just exchanged a brief look and returned to their own work.

 

"Midoriya," Aizawa's voice cut through the classroom, and Izuku's head snapped up immediately. "What's your analysis of section twelve?"

 

The question was routine, but the way Aizawa was looking at him, checking on him, making sure he was handling this sent another surge of warmth through Izuku's system. His sensei was watching out for him, giving him chances to prove his control.

 

"The hero was legally justified in using their quirk without a license because the emergency clause supersedes normal restrictions when civilian lives are in immediate danger," Izuku answered, proud of how steady his voice sounded despite everything.

 

"Correct," Aizawa said, and the simple word of approval made Izuku's enhanced circulation spike with pride and want in equal measure.

 

'Good boy. He thinks I'm being good.'

 

Math

 

The final class of the day brought unexpected relief. Ectoplasm's monotone voice droning through calculus equations was exactly the kind of mind-numbing distraction Izuku hadn't known he needed.

 

Aizawa had settled into his usual corner spot, a yellow sleeping bag pulled up around his shoulders as he supervised from within his cocoon. The chains stretched between them, but for the first time all day, their connection felt... calmer.

 

"The derivative of x-squared plus three-x minus seven..."

 

Izuku found himself actually relaxing as he copied down equations, his enhanced physiology finally starting to cool down. There was something about the pure, logical nature of mathematics that quieted the chaotic feedback loop they'd been trapped in. No emotional subtext, no innuendo, just numbers and formulas that demanded nothing more than mechanical processing.

 

Through their bond, he could feel Aizawa's relief mirroring his own. His sensei's breathing had evened out, the constant tension that had been radiating through their connection all day finally beginning to ease.

 

"Now, who can solve for the integral of this function?"

 

Izuku raised his hand automatically, grateful for something so straightforward. As he worked through the problem on the board, he realized this was the first time since the capture weapon incident that his heart rate had returned to anything approaching normal.

 

Behind him, he could sense Aizawa's drowsiness seeping through their bond, the familiar weight of exhaustion that always hit his sensei during Ectoplasm's classes. It was oddly comforting, this return to normalcy, to the predictable rhythm of Aizawa napping through math class while Izuku dutifully took notes.

 

'Maybe we can actually do this,' Izuku thought as he returned to his seat. 'Maybe we can get through this without completely losing control.'

 

The arousal that had been burning through his system all day had finally dimmed to a manageable ember. His enhanced circulation was still there, still making everything more vivid than normal, but without the constant spike of want and need, he could actually think clearly.

 

Through their bond, he felt Aizawa's quiet approval, pride that they'd both managed to find some equilibrium, that Izuku had proven he could be good when it mattered.

 

Only fifteen more minutes, and then they could finally retreat to their private sanctuary. But for the first time today, the prospect felt less desperate and more... hopeful.

 

As the class wound down, both Izuku and Aizawa found themselves thinking the same thing, how much easier this would all be if the chains weren't visible to everyone else. If they could just exist without the constant reminder to others of their connection, without the knowing looks and teasing comments.

 

'I wish no one else could see them,' Izuku thought wistfully, watching Ectoplasm write another equation on the board. 'I wish they were just... ours.'

 

Through their bond, he felt Aizawa's similar desire for privacy, for the chains to be something between just the two of them rather than a spectacle for the entire school.

 

The bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and they gathered their things with practiced synchronization. It wasn't until they were halfway down the hall that Kaminari called out from behind them.

 

"Hey, wait up! Where'd the glowy chains go?"

 

Izuku looked down in shock. The ethereal chains were still there, he could feel them, could see the faint shimmer of silver connecting him to Aizawa, but apparently...

 

"They're invisible now," Aizawa observed quietly, flexing his hand and watching the space where the chains should be visible to others. "Interesting."

 

They made their way to the elevator that would take them to the top floor, where their temporary shared dorm room had been set up. When the doors opened, Izuku's eyes widened at the changes that had been made since this morning.

 

What had been a basic room with a bed and a futon had been completely remodeled. There was now a proper kitchen area with a full-sized refrigerator, stove, and counter space, all stocked with food and supplies. The bathroom had been expanded to include two sinks and a large tub with an attached shower.

 

"They've been busy," Aizawa noted, but his voice was carefully neutral.

 

The sight of their upgraded living space hit Izuku with a wave of mortification. The school had clearly anticipated that they might need... extended privacy. That whatever was happening between them might require more than just a place to sleep.

 

Through their bond, he could feel Aizawa's similar embarrassment, the way his sensei was carefully not acknowledging what the renovations implied, or the full size bed with several pillows.

 

They stood in awkward silence, both of them suddenly unable to meet each other's eyes. All the desperate want from earlier had faded into something more complex, shame, confusion, and the crushing weight of what they'd almost let happen.

 

Izuku busied himself examining the kitchen supplies, anything to avoid the conversation that should probably happen but that neither of them seemed capable of starting.

 

"We should..." Aizawa cleared his throat, his voice carefully controlled. "We should get our things. From our rooms."

 

The practical suggestion was a relief, something concrete to focus on instead of the weight of everything unspoken between them.

 

"Right," Izuku agreed quickly. "That makes sense. We'll probably be here for... however long this lasts."

 

They made their way back to the dormitory building, the invisible chains creating an odd sensation of connection without the visual reminder others had grown accustomed to. Students passed them in the hallways without a second glance, no longer drawn to stare at the ethereal bonds.

 

Aizawa's room in the faculty quarters was spartanly organized, just the essentials. Izuku watched through their bond as his sensei efficiently packed clothes, toiletries, and a few personal items into a simple duffel bag. There wasn't much; Aizawa had always lived minimally.

 

"Your turn," Aizawa said quietly as they headed back to Heights Alliance.

 

Izuku's dorm room felt strange with Aizawa in it, his private space suddenly shared through necessity. His All Might merchandise collection seemed almost embarrassing now, though he felt Aizawa's fond amusement through their connection rather than judgment.

 

"You don't have to pack everything," Aizawa observed as Izuku started pulling clothes from his closet. "Just what you'll need for the next week or so."

 

But Izuku found himself wanting to bring more than just clothes, his favorite notebooks, some of his hero analysis materials, a few comfort items that made a space feel like home. Through their bond, he sensed Aizawa's understanding, even approval of the nesting instinct.

 

When they returned to their shared quarters, arms full of bags and boxes, the space felt more real somehow. More permanent. Izuku set his things down near one of the beds, (the biggest one) then paused, uncertain about the sleeping arrangements they hadn't discussed.

 

"We'll figure it out," Aizawa said quietly, answering the unspoken question. "One thing at a time."

 

Chapter 6: Ch.6

  Aizawa

 

Cooking had always been a form of meditation for Aizawa, but tonight it felt different. More intentional, more intimate. He found himself preparing katsu curry, Midoriya's favorite, with green tea for midoriya something he'd learned through casual observation during their many shared meals over the past couple of months since moving into height alliance. 

 

Through their bond, he could feel the kid's surprise and quiet pleasure as the familiar scents filled their shared space. Midoriya had settled at the small table, pretending to be working on homework but really just watching him move around the kitchen with poorly concealed fascination. 

 

'When did this become so natural?' Aizawa wondered as he adjusted the seasoning, automatically accounting for Midoriya's preference for a bit more spice. 'When did taking care of him start feeling like this?'

 

The strawberries in the refrigerator had caught his attention while he was looking for vegetables, fresh, perfect, the kind of thing that would make Midoriya's eyes light up. Before he could second guess himself, Aizawa found chocolate chips in the well stocked pantry and set about melting them in a double boiler. He did promise something to midoriya if he was good but it would have been inappropriate what was originally thought of in the heat of that moment.

 

"Sensei?" Midoriya's voice was curious, hopeful. "Are you making...?"

 

"Dessert," Aizawa said simply, though through their bond he felt the kid's excitement spike. "Nothing elaborate."

 

But it was elaborate, in its own way. Taking the time to dip each strawberry carefully, making sure the chocolate coating was even, setting them aside to cool while dinner finished cooking. It was the kind of gentle attention he'd never bothered with for himself, or anyone, but for Midoriya...

 

'For him, it's different. He's different.'

 

They sat across from each other at the small table, and for the first time all day, the conversation flowed easily. Comfortable small talk about classes, about Midoriya's training progress, about anything except the elephant in the room that was their shared connection and what had happened earlier.

 

"This is really good," Midoriya said softly, and through their bond, Aizawa could feel his genuine appreciation, not just for the food, but for the care that had gone into preparing it.

 

"It's just curry," Aizawa replied, but he felt a warm satisfaction at the praise.

 

"It's not just curry," Midoriya insisted, meeting his eyes across the table. "You made my favorite. You... you remembered how I like it."

 

The simple observation hit harder than it should have. Because yes, he had remembered. He'd been paying attention to the kid's preferences, his habits, his likes and dislikes with the kind of detail that went far beyond what a teacher needed to know about a student.

 

When Midoriya bit into one of the chocolate covered strawberries, his eyes closing in obvious pleasure, Aizawa felt something settle in his chest.  And the sensation they were both sharing couldn't be described as anything but 'a food orgasm, zash's words not his' Something warm and domestic and dangerously close to contentment hit right after.

 

'This is what it could be like,' he thought, watching Midoriya enjoy something he'd made for him. 'If things were different. If we were different.'

 

But they weren't different, and this was temporary, and he needed to remember that before he got too attached to this feeling of taking care of someone who clearly wanted to be taken care of.

 

 

Evening 

 

They'd settled into the small living area after dinner, the domestic routine feeling surprisingly natural. Midoriya spread his homework across the coffee table while Aizawa graded papers in the armchair nearby, red pen moving in steady strokes across student essays, and when he was reading the essays he chewed on the pin.

 

The comfortable silence stretched between them, broken only by the scratch of the pen on paper and the occasional rustle of pages turning. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's concentration, the way the kid threw himself into his work with the same intensity he brought to everything else.

 

It was peaceful. Normal. Almost enough to make him forget about the ethereal chains connecting them, about the complications that had made this shared living arrangement necessary.

 

Then Midoriya started to sing.

 

It began so softly that Aizawa almost thought he was imagining it, a wordless melody that seemed to rise from somewhere deep in the kid's chest. The voice was unlike anything he'd ever heard from his student: clear and haunting, with a quality that made something in Aizawa's chest tighten with unexpected emotion.

 

The melody was beautiful and melancholy, hopeful yet tinged with sadness, like something a siren might sing to guide lost ships safely home. Midoriya seemed completely unaware he was doing it, his attention still focused on his math homework while the otherworldly song flowed from him like breathing.

 

Aizawa's pen had stopped moving. He found himself frozen, afraid that any sound might break the spell and stop whatever magic was happening across the room. Through their bond, he could feel that this was unconscious, Midoriya had no idea he was singing, and was simply lost in his own head while his voice gave form to feelings too complex for words.

 

The song spoke of longing and hope, of wanting something that felt just out of reach. It was achingly beautiful, and Aizawa realized with a start that he could feel the emotions behind it through their connection, all of Midoriya's confused feelings about their situation, his affection, his uncertainty, his quiet hope that maybe something good could come from this impossible circumstance.

 

'God,' Aizawa thought, settling the pin between his lips. 'When did you become so...?'

 

He couldn't finish the thought, couldn't acknowledge what he was feeling as he listened to Midoriya's unconscious serenade. But he knew, with absolute certainty, that he would remember this moment for the rest of his life, the sight of Midoriya bent over his homework, completely unaware of the magic he was creating, singing like his heart was trying to escape through his voice.

 

Then words began to accompany the melody, soft and improvised, flowing as naturally as water:

 

"Lost at sea, but not alone... 

Invisible threads that guide me home...

What I've found in chains of light...

Makes the darkness feel more bright..."

 

The lyrics were clearly about their situation, about the bonds connecting them, but transformed into something achingly beautiful. Midoriya's voice carried hope and longing in equal measure, painting their complicated circumstances as something almost mythical.

 

"Don't know where this current leads...

But I'll follow where it pleads...

In the space between us two...

Something old becomes something new...

 

Hearts that beat beneath the waves...

Love that no one else can save...

What we are they'll never know...

In the depths our feelings grow...

 

Forbidden tides that pull us near...

Whispered words that none can hear...

Though the surface keeps us apart...

You're the treasure in my heart...

 

Salt and secrets in my song...

Knowing this can't last for long...

But I'll sing until the end...

Of a love we can't defend...""

 

Without fully realizing what he was doing, Aizawa's hand moved to his phone, fingers quietly opening the voice recording app. He knew he should stop, knew this was private, intimate, but the song was too beautiful, too pure to let slip away into memory alone.

 

His thumb pressed record just as Midoriya's voice rose in a particularly haunting refrain, something about finding home in unexpected places. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel the emotions behind every word, the confusion, the affection, the quiet hope that maybe something meaningful could grow from their forced proximity.

 

In the space where ocean meets sky...

Where our stolen moments lie...

Every note I sing for you...

Makes forbidden dreams come true..."

 

The phone captured every note, every breath, every moment of unconscious vulnerability. Aizawa held perfectly still, afraid to disturb whatever trance had taken hold of his student, afraid to break the spell that had turned their shared living room into something sacred.

 

'This is yours,' he thought, watching Midoriya's face as he sang, completely lost in his own creation. 'This moment, this song, this feeling, it's all yours, and somehow you're sharing it with me.'

 

The melody began to fade, Midoriya's voice growing softer until it was barely more than a whisper, then silence. He blinked, suddenly seeming to come back to himself, glancing down at his math homework as if surprised to find it there.

 

Aizawa quickly stopped the recording and set his phone aside, pretending to return his attention to the papers in his lap. Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's slight confusion, a vague sense that something had happened, but not quite sure what.

 

"Sensei?" Midoriya's voice was back to normal now, though still soft in the quiet of their shared space. "Did I... was I making noise? I feel like I might have been distracted."

 

"You were humming," Aizawa said carefully, not quite lying but not revealing the full truth either. "Nothing disruptive."

 

Through their connection, he felt Midoriya's small spike of embarrassment, followed by acceptance. The kid was used to getting lost in his own thoughts, used to his mind wandering during quiet moments.

 

"Sorry," Midoriya murmured, turning back to his homework. "I didn't realize."

 

"Don't apologize," Aizawa said, and meant it. "It was... pleasant."

 

The word felt inadequate for what he'd just experienced, but it was all he could manage without revealing how deeply the impromptu song had affected him. He could feel the recording on his phone like a secret weight, a piece of Midoriya's soul captured without his permission, beautiful and guilt inducing in equal measure.

 

Midoriya smiled softly at the mild praise, a warmth flowing through their bond that made Aizawa's chest tighten. The kid went back to his equations, completely unaware that he'd just created something magical, something that Aizawa would probably listen to in quiet moments for years to come.

 

'I should delete it,' he thought, but knew he wouldn't. Couldn't. Some things were too precious to let go, even when keeping them felt like stealing.

 

  Bedtime 

 

As the evening wound down, the practical realities of their situation became impossible to ignore. Aizawa glanced at the two beds positioned on opposite sides of the room, then at the invisible chains connecting them, and did some quick mental calculations.

 

"The range is about three feet," he said quietly, more to himself than to Midoriya.

 

"What?" Midoriya looked up from packing away his homework.

 

"The chains. Their maximum length before they start pulling." Aizawa gestured vaguely between the beds. "Those are nine feet apart."

 

The implication was even more obvious with the shorter range. They'd discovered the hard way on their first night that the chains only allowed them about three feet of distance before becoming uncomfortably taut, making separate beds completely impossible.

 

"We could..." Midoriya started, then stopped, his face flushing. "I mean, it would be more practical to..."

 

"Share," Aizawa finished matter of factly, though he felt anything but matter.of fact about it. "It would be more comfortable."

 

Through their bond, he could feel Midoriya's mixture of nervousness and relief that the practical necessity had been acknowledged. Neither of them wanted to spend another night fighting the chains limitations.

 

"I should shower," Midoriya said, gathering his things, then paused as the reality hit him. "But the chains..."

 

Aizawa closed his eyes briefly. The three foot range meant there was no way for Midoriya to shower alone. Either Aizawa would have to be in the bathroom with him, or they'd have to leave the door cracked open with Aizawa sitting right outside. Aizawa could feel how midoriya was starting to imagine them both in the bathroom with him naked. 

 

"Door stays cracked," Aizawa said firmly, his voice carefully controlled. "I'll sit by the doorframe. Turn around, facing the wall."

 

It was the most privacy they could manage under the circumstances. Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's spike of embarrassment mixed with gratitude for Aizawa's attempt to preserve some dignity in an impossible situation. (Even if silently wouldn't mind seeing the older man naked.)

 

They arranged themselves awkwardly, Aizawa sitting on the floor just outside the bathroom door, back pressed against the wall, determinedly staring at the opposite side of the room while Midoriya moved around behind the cracked door. The sound of running water filled the space between them.

 

"This is so weird," Midoriya's voice echoed off the bathroom tiles, muffled by embarrassment.

 

"It's temporary," Aizawa replied, though he wasn't sure if he was trying to convince Midoriya or himself. Through their connection, he could feel everything, the relief of hot water, the way Midoriya was trying to hurry, how his hands quickly scrubbed hes chest, the constant awareness of Aizawa's presence just a feet away.

 

When it was Aizawa's turn, they reversed positions. Midoriya sat by the door, politely facing away while Aizawa tried to shower as quickly and quietly as possible. The intimacy of it was overwhelming, sharing even this basic privacy, feeling each other's emotions throughout.

 

By the time they were both clean and in sleeping clothes, the awkwardness had reached new heights. They settled into the shared bed with careful movements, hyper aware of every shift, every breath, every flutter of sensation that passed between them through the invisible chains.

 

"This is... this is okay," Midoriya whispered into the darkness, though through their bond Aizawa could feel it was as much a question as a statement.

 

'Okay' felt like an understatement for sharing a bed with someone whose emotions he

could feel, whose every private moment he was now forced to witness. But it was what they had, and somehow, it would have to be enough.

 

 

Chapter 7: Ch.7

  Aizawa

 

  Next morning 

 

Aizawa woke slowly, immediately aware of several things that made him freeze in place. First, he was pressed against the wall, trapped. Second, Midoriya was curled against him, one arm thrown across his chest, face buried against his shoulder. Third, the kid was still deeply asleep, breathing steady and peaceful.

 

And fourth, he couldn't move without waking him.

 

The chains had apparently shortened during the night, or they'd unconsciously moved closer together in their sleep. Either way, Midoriya was practically on top of him, warm and pliant and completely unaware of their compromising position.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel the kid's dreams, peaceful for once, content in a way that Midoriya rarely was while awake. Moving would shatter that peace, and despite everything, Aizawa found himself reluctant to do that.

 

So he lay still and tried not to think about the previous day. Tried not to think about his morning wood, Tried not to remember the way Midoriya had reacted when he'd used his capture weapon on Midnight, that spike of pure want that had crashed through their connection. The way the kid had responded to authority, to being controlled, to being told to "be good."

 

'He has a thing for authority,' Aizawa realized with uncomfortable clarity. 'For being dominated. For being submissive. And I...'

 

He couldn't finish that thought. Couldn't acknowledge what his own reaction had been to Midoriya's desperate need to please, to obey, to be praised for his compliance. The way "good boy" had felt natural on his tongue, the satisfaction he'd felt when Midoriya had responded so beautifully to his commands.

 

But it was wrong. Midoriya was his student, sixteen and halfway through his first year of high school, looking up to him with hero worship that had somehow transformed into something much more complex and dangerous. The kid deserved better than a teacher who was developing feelings that had no business existing.

 

Through their bond, he could feel Midoriya's contentment in sleep, the way his body relaxed completely against Aizawa's warmth. It was trust, pure and simple, and it made Aizawa's chest tight with guilt and something else he refused to name.

 

'This has to stop,' he told himself. 'After this quirk breaks, this all has to stop.'

 

But even as he thought it, Midoriya shifted closer in his sleep, and Aizawa found himself unable to pull away.

 

Looking down at the kid's peaceful face, Aizawa reached out without thinking, gently moving a stray lock of green hair away from Midoriya's forehead. He looked so young like this, so innocent and trusting, curled up against him like he belonged there.

 

'Cute,' Aizawa thought before he could stop himself. 'He looks so damn cute when he's sleeping. So pretty.'

 

The thought led to others he definitely shouldn't be having. Memories of yesterday crashed over him, the bathroom situation, feeling Midoriya's arousal through their bond as if it were his own. The way the kid's enhanced physiology had made everything more intense, more persistent. How desperately Midoriya had needed some kind of release, and how that need had bled through their connection until Aizawa wasn't sure whose desire was whose anymore.

 

He remembered the heat that had flooded through their bond, the way Midoriya's want had felt like fire in his veins. How his own body had responded to that shared arousal, how he'd found himself wanting to help, to give Midoriya what he needed, to touch his toned body, to...

 

'Stop.'

 

Aizawa closed his eyes, trying to force the thoughts away, but the memories were too vivid. The sounds Midoriya had made trying to stay quiet, the way his breathing had changed, the desperation that had pulsed through their connection like a living thing.

 

And underneath his guilt and self recrimination was a darker truth he didn't want to acknowledge: he'd wanted it, craved it. Had wanted to feel more of Midoriya's desire, had wanted to be the one to satisfy that need. To be the one to bring him to climax. The protective, possessive part of him that had no right to exist had whispered that he could take care of the kid, could give him what his enhanced physiology demanded.

 

'You're sick,' he told himself, but the condemnation felt hollow when Midoriya was pressed against him so trustingly, when their bond hummed with contentment and shared warmth.

 

His mind kept wandering despite his attempts to stop it. Thoughts of how it would take hours to properly satisfy someone with Midoriya's enhanced physiology, how gentle he'd need to be at first, how those sweet lips would taste, what kinds of toys would be required and how many, what kinds of sounds the kid would make when he finally let go completely, how he would let out breathy moans or strangled screams of pleasure...

 

'Stop,' Aizawa commanded himself again, but his treacherous mind painted vivid pictures anyway. Midoriya beneath him, trusting and willing, those green eyes looking up at him with the same desperate need to please that had burned through their bond yesterday. The way the kid would probably try to be good, try to follow every instruction, even as he fell apart shaking with need...

 

Through their connection, he felt Midoriya's dreams shift slightly, not waking, but stirring toward consciousness. Aizawa forced his thoughts back to mundane things: lesson plans, patrol schedules, anything but the warm weight of his student in his arms and the increasingly inappropriate directions his imagination was taking.

 

'He's going to wake up soon,' Aizawa realized. 'And when he does, he's going to feel how worked up I've gotten myself thinking about taking care of his sexual needs...'

 

The thought made him panic slightly. Their bond meant privacy was impossible.

Midoriya would wake up to the echo of every inappropriate thought Aizawa had just entertained. The kid would know exactly what had been going through his teacher's mind while he slept innocently in his arms.

 

'Focus on something else. Anything else.'

 

But Midoriya chose that moment to shift again, unconsciously pressing closer, his leg grazing aizawa hard on and Aizawa's carefully constructed mental walls crumbled all over again.

 

The kid buried his nose against Aizawa's neck, breathing deeply like he was taking in his scent, before settling back into deeper sleep with a soft, contented sigh.

 

Aizawa let out a strangled breath, every muscle in his body going tense. He could feel everything now, Midoriya's lower body pressed against his hip, those soft lips barely brushing the sensitive skin of his throat, the warm puff of breath that accompanied each exhale.

 

His mouth went dry.

 

Through their bond, he could feel Midoriya's complete relaxation, the way his body had molded itself perfectly against Aizawa's like he belonged there. The kid was still deeply asleep, completely unaware of the effect his unconscious movements were having on his teacher.

 

'This is torture,' Aizawa thought desperately. Every point of contact felt electric, magnified by their shared connection until he wasn't sure if the racing pulse he felt was his own or Midoriya's. The weight of the kid against him, the trust implicit in the way he'd sought out Aizawa's warmth even in sleep, it was too much and not nearly enough all at once.

 

He tried to think of anything else, villain reports, budget meetings, the stack of papers he still needed to grade but Midoriya's steady breathing against his neck made concentration impossible. Each exhale sent shivers down his spine that he couldn't suppress, couldn't hide from their shared bond.

 

'He's going to wake up and feel all of this,' Aizawa realized with growing panic. 'He's going to know exactly what I'm thinking, exactly how much I...'

 

Midoriya shifted again in his sleep, pressing even closer, and Aizawa had to bite back a sound that would have definitely woken him up.

 

A desperate idea began to form in Aizawa's mind. The bond worked both ways, if he could feel Midoriya's emotions, then maybe... maybe he could influence them too. If he could somehow make the kid think these feelings were his own when he woke up, it might save them both the embarrassment and shame of Aizawa's inappropriate thoughts being exposed.

 

'It's worth trying,' he told himself, though he knew he was grasping at straws. 'Better than him waking up to feel everything I've been thinking.'

 

Carefully, Aizawa tried to focus his thoughts, to push his awareness and desire through their connection in a way that might feel natural to Midoriya. He concentrated on the warmth between them, the comfort of being close, the rightness of their position, trying to frame it as something Midoriya might reasonably feel rather than the teacher's forbidden attraction to his student.

 

Through the bond, he felt something shift in Midoriya's sleeping mind. The kid's breathing changed slightly, a soft sound escaping his lips as he unconsciously responded to whatever Aizawa was projecting through their connection.

 

'Is it working?' Aizawa wondered, watching Midoriya's face for any sign of distress or awareness. The kid's expression remained peaceful, but there was something new in the way he held himself, a subtle shift toward something that looked almost like contentment tinged with want.

 

Aizawa held his breath, both hoping his desperate plan would work and terrified of what it meant that he was trying to manipulate their bond this way. But the alternative, Midoriya waking up to the full force of his teacher's inappropriate desire, seemed worse than this careful deception.

 

Through their connection, he felt Midoriya's dreams begin to shift, taking on a warmer, more intimate quality that made Aizawa's pulse quicken even as he tried to convince himself this was for the best.

 

But as he continued to feel Midoriya's dream state through their bond, Aizawa realized his plan was working too well. What had started as peaceful, warm dreams were becoming increasingly heated. He could feel the shift in Midoriya's subconscious, desire building, the dream taking on an intensity that made Aizawa's breath catch.

 

'Shit,' he thought, panic rising. 'This is getting out of hand.'

 

Through their connection, he felt Midoriya's sleeping mind responding to whatever Aizawa had been projecting, amplifying it into something much more explicit than he'd intended. The kid's breathing was becoming less steady, soft sounds escaping his lips that definitely weren't innocent anymore.

 

Aizawa found himself caught between two equally problematic options: wake Midoriya up and face the original embarrassment of his inappropriate thoughts, or let this continue and deal with whatever the kid's enhanced physiology might do in response to increasingly vivid dreams.

 

'Should I wake him up?' Aizawa wondered desperately, feeling the heat building in Midoriya's dream state. 'Before this gets worse?'

 

But even as he considered it, Midoriya shifted again in his sleep, pressing impossibly closer, and Aizawa felt the kid's unconscious arousal beginning to mirror what was happening in his dreams. Through their bond, it crashed into Aizawa like a wave, making his own carefully controlled desire spike dangerously.

 

The feedback loop he'd been so afraid of was starting all over again, except this time Midoriya was asleep and completely unaware of what his body was doing to both of them. He wanted to touch midoriya to make him fall apart in his arms. 

 

'Wake him up,' Aizawa's rational mind demanded. 'Wake him up before this gets completely out of control.'

 

But his body was already responding to the shared sensations, and moving seemed impossible when every instinct was telling him to stay exactly where he was.

 

The decision was made for him when Midoriya's breathing hitched, a soft whimper escaping his lips that sent electricity through their bond. The kid was on the verge of waking up anyway, his enhanced physiology responding to whatever dream Aizawa had inadvertently triggered.

 

"Midoriya," Aizawa said quietly, his voice rougher than he intended. "Wake up."

 

Green eyes fluttered open, unfocused and confused for a moment before awareness crept in. Aizawa felt the exact moment Midoriya became conscious of their position, pressed together, intimate, the lingering heat from his dreams mixing with the very real arousal that had been building through their connection.

 

"Sensei?" Midoriya's voice was thick with sleep and something else that made Aizawa's pulse race. "What... I was dreaming..."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt the kid's confusion as the line between dream and reality blurred. Midoriya could feel Aizawa's desire bleeding through their connection, but he couldn't tell if it was his own feelings or his teacher's, exactly what Aizawa had hoped for, except now it felt like manipulation rather than salvation.

 

"You were having a nightmare," Aizawa lied, hating himself for it but unable to admit the truth. "You seemed distressed."

 

Midoriya blinked, still processing the lingering sensations from both the dream and their shared bond. "It didn't feel like a nightmare," he said quietly, his face flushing as he became more aware of how close they were, how his body was responding to their proximity.

 

"Sometimes dreams can be confusing," Aizawa managed, though every word felt like ash in his mouth. Through their connection, he could feel Midoriya's growing arousal, the way his enhanced physiology was amplifying everything just like yesterday.

 

'We're right back where we started,' Aizawa realized with growing dread. 'Except this time it's my fault.'

 

Taking control seemed like the only option. Midoriya's sleep fogged brain was still processing what was real versus what had been dream, and Aizawa could use that confusion to establish some normalcy before things spiraled completely out of control.

 

"It's time to get up," Aizawa said firmly, using that authoritative tone that always seemed to center Midoriya. "We need to start the day."

 

"Yes, sensei," Midoriya replied automatically, the response coming from that part of him that always wanted to obey, to please. Through their bond, Aizawa felt the kid's immediate compliance, the way his mind latched onto having a clear direction to follow.

 

"And drop the 'sensei' when it's just us," Aizawa added quietly as they moved toward the kitchen. "It's just... Aizawa. Or Shota, if you prefer."

 

The suggestion made Midoriya blink in surprise, and through their bond, Aizawa felt a flutter of something warm and pleased at the implied intimacy. "Okay... Aizawa," Midoriya said carefully, testing out the name without the formal title.

 

They moved to the kitchen with careful synchronization, the invisible chains humming softly between them. Aizawa could feel Midoriya's continued arousal through their connection, but also his desperate need to be good, to follow instructions, to prove he could handle whatever was asked of him.

 

"Sit," Aizawa directed, gesturing to the table. "I'll make breakfast."

 

Midoriya sat immediately, his hands folded in his lap in a way that Aizawa realized was probably strategic, hiding his body's continued response (izuku's hard on) to whatever was flowing between them through their bond. The kid's face was still flushed, his breathing not quite steady, but he was trying so hard to be good that it made Aizawa's chest tight.

 

'He wants to please me so badly,' Aizawa thought as he pulled ingredients from the refrigerator. 'Even like this, even struggling with... everything, he's trying to be perfect.'

 

Through their connection, he could feel Midoriya's internal battle, the arousal that wouldn't fade because of his enhanced physiology, the confusion about what was happening between them, but underlying it all, that constant need to earn Aizawa's approval.

 

Aizawa focused on making pancakes, trying to use the familiar routine to ground them both. But every few seconds, he'd catch himself stealing glances at Midoriya, noting the way the kid was trying so hard to sit still and be good despite the obvious discomfort he was dealing with.

 

'This is my fault,' Aizawa reminded himself as he flipped the first pancake. 'And somehow I need to fix it without making it worse.'

 

The kitchen filled with the scent of vanilla and butter, a domestic normalcy that felt almost surreal given their situation. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's attempts to focus on anything other than his body's continued response, the kid was cataloging the ingredients on the counter, mentally reviewing his schedule for the day, anything to distract himself.

 

"You don't have to torture yourself," Aizawa said quietly, not turning around from the stove. "I can feel what you're going through."

 

Midoriya's embarrassment spiked through their connection. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to..."

 

"Don't apologize." Aizawa flipped another pancake with more force than necessary. "This situation isn't fair to either of us."

 

Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's confusion, the kid was trying to parse whether Aizawa was talking about the quirk in general or their current predicament specifically. The uncertainty made Midoriya shift uncomfortably in his chair, which only reminded both of them exactly what he/they were dealing with.

 

"Aizawa?" Midoriya's voice was small, uncertain. "The dream I had... it felt so real. And now I can't tell if what I'm feeling is mine or..."

 

He trailed off, but Aizawa felt the rest of the question through their connection. 'Or yours.'

 

"The bond makes everything complicated," Aizawa said carefully, plating the pancakes. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either. "Sometimes it's hard to know where one person's feelings end and the other's begin."

 

He turned to set the plate in front of Midoriya, and their eyes met for a moment. Through their connection, Aizawa felt the kid's desperate need for clarity, for understanding, for someone to just tell him what was real and what wasn't.

 

But Aizawa couldn't give him that. Not without admitting his own culpability in their current situation.

 

They ate in relative quiet, the only sounds the clink of silverware and Aizawa's coffee cup against the table. He was on his second cup already, he'd added some vanilla syrup for Midoriya's sake, though the kid seemed too distracted to notice the sweeter flavor.

 

"Let me walk you through today's schedule," Aizawa said, setting down his cup and adopting his professional tone. Structure would help. It always helped Midoriya when he was overwhelmed.

 

"We'll start with homeroom for Class 1A as usual. Then you'll come with me to teach PE to Class 2C, they're doing an obstacle course, so you can assist and demonstrate." Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's interest spark at the mention of helping with teaching.

 

"After that, we'll spend the time until lunch in the teachers lounge. I have papers to grade, and you can work on any assignments you need to catch up on." Aizawa took another sip of coffee, watching Midoriya's face carefully. "Quiet environment, minimal distractions."

 

"That sounds good," Midoriya said softly, though through their connection, Aizawa could feel the kid's uncertainty about being in the teachers lounge for an extended period.

 

"Lunch will be wherever we can find privacy," Aizawa continued. "And then training."

 

"Training?" Midoriya looked up, surprised.

 

"With me. One on one." Aizawa's tone was a matter of fact, but he'd chosen the activity deliberately. Physical exertion would give Midoriya something to focus on, a way to burn off the restless energy that his enhanced physiology wasn't letting him shake. "I think we both need the distraction."

 

Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's relief and gratitude. The kid understood what Aizawa was offering, a way to channel everything he was feeling into something productive, something safe.

 

"Thank you," Midoriya said quietly, and the sincerity in his voice made Aizawa's chest tighten with guilt all over again.

 

Chapter 8: Ch.8

 

  They moved through their morning routine with the careful choreography they'd developed over the past few days. The three foot chain limitation meant helping each other with certain tasks had become necessary, buttoning shirts, adjusting ties, anything that required reaching behind or to the side.

 

But today, after everything that had happened, the simple act of helping Midoriya pull his uniform shirt over his head felt charged with new tension. Aizawa found his eyes lingering on the lean muscles of the kid's back, the way his enhanced physiology had shaped him into something that was definitely no longer scrawny as in the beginning of the year.

 

'Stop looking,' Aizawa commanded himself, but the damage was done. Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's awareness of being watched, the slight flush that spread across his skin in response.

 

"Sorry," Aizawa muttered, focusing determinedly on his own shirt buttons. "Just trying to help."

 

"I know," Midoriya replied softly, but there was something in his voice that made Aizawa's pulse quicken.

 

As they continued getting dressed, Aizawa came to an uncomfortable realization. With every passing hour, their bond seemed to be growing stronger, the shared sensations more intense. Midoriya's enhanced quirk physiology meant his emotions and physical responses were amplified, and those amplified feelings were bleeding through their connection constantly.

 

'It's going to get harder, to control my urges' Aizawa thought with growing dread. 'The longer we're bonded like this, the more impossible it's going to be to resist.'

 

Already he could feel his carefully maintained self control starting to crack under the constant assault of shared desire, shared need, shared everything. How long could he realistically hold out against the feedback loop they created together?

 

Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's similar realization, the understanding that whatever was happening between them was only going to intensify with time. The kid's anxiety about it mixed with something else, something that felt dangerously close to anticipation.

 

'We need to find a way to break this quirk,' Aizawa told himself. 'Before we both lose control completely.'

 

But even as he thought it, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to.

 

Putting on shoes required even more coordination, and Aizawa found himself crouched beside Midoriya, helping with laces when the chains pulled taut. His eyes drifted to the curve of Midoriya's ass, (thick in his school slacks) the careful way he positioned his feet, and Aizawa had to force himself to look away before his thoughts went somewhere they definitely shouldn't.

 

'Everything is becoming a distraction,' he realized with frustration.

 

They made their way downstairs to grab breakfast supplies from the common kitchen before classes started. Several students were already up, scattered around the common area with their own morning routines.

 

"Morning, sensei! Morning, Midoriya!" Kirishima called out cheerfully from where he was making protein shakes.

 

"Good morning," Aizawa replied automatically, but he noticed something odd in the way the students were looking at them or rather, not looking.

 

"Hey, wait," Ashido said suddenly, tilting her head as she studied them from across the room. "Where are the glowing chains? Did they disappear?"

 

Several other students turned to look, confusion evident on their faces. Kaminari squinted like he was trying to see something that should be there but wasn't.

 

"The quirk's still active," Aizawa said carefully. "The chains are just... less visible now."

 

"Invisible," Midoriya corrected quietly, and Aizawa felt his slight embarrassment through their bond at having to explain their situation.

 

"That's so weird," Sero commented. "They were super obvious yesterday. Like, you couldn't miss them."

 

"Maybe it's evolving?" Yaoyorozu suggested thoughtfully. "Some quirks do change over time, especially ones that affect multiple people."

 

Through their connection, Aizawa felt Midoriya's spike of anxiety at the suggestion that the quirk might be changing. If it was getting stronger, if it was adapting somehow, what did that mean for their situation?

 

"We should probably mention this to Recovery Girl," Midoriya said softly, and Aizawa felt his own reluctance to do so mixing with the kid's practical concern.

 

'Evolving quirks,' Aizawa thought grimly. 'That's exactly what we need on top of everything else.'

 

Homeroom 

 

Aizawa stood at the front of the classroom, his usual yellow sleeping bag nowhere to be seen today. The invisible chains connecting him to Midoriya meant he needed to stay alert and mobile, even during the typically relaxed homeroom period.

 

"Before we start the day, I have an assignment for you," he announced, pulling a cloth bag from his desk. "You have two weeks to complete a comprehensive analysis project."

 

The class straightened with interest. Even Bakugo looked up from whatever he'd been scribbling in his notebook.

 

"You'll be analyzing and learning about a professional hero, their fighting style, their quirk applications, their rescue techniques, their public service record. I want psychological profiles, strategic assessments, everything." Aizawa shook the bag. "Each of you will draw a name. No trading, no complaints about who you get."

 

He could feel Midoriya's excitement through their bond, the kid loved analysis projects, especially ones involving heroes.

 

"The bag contains active pro heroes, including all of your teachers here at UA," Aizawa continued. "Some of you might get heroes you're familiar with, others might be complete unknowns. Part of the challenge is working with what you draw."

 

He started with the front row, watching as students pulled folded papers from the bag. Todoroki drew Hawks. Iida got Ingenium, his brother, which made his eyes widen with surprise and something that might have been pride.

 

When Aizawa reached Midoriya's desk, he held out the bag without looking, trying to ignore the way their proximity made the bond hum between them.

 

Midoriya reached in, fingers searching around before pulling out a folded piece of paper. He opened it, and Aizawa felt his sharp intake of breath through their connection.

 

"Eraserhead," Midoriya read aloud, his voice carefully neutral.

 

The irony wasn't lost on either of them. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's mixture of excitement and anxiety, thrilled at the chance to analyze his teacher's methods, but worried about how their current situation might complicate things.

 

"Well," Aizawa said dryly, "that should make the research process interesting."

 

A few students chuckled, not understanding the half of it.

 

Aizawa continued distributing names to the rest of the class, but through their bond, he could feel Midoriya's mind already racing. The kid's analytical nature was kicking into overdrive, and what started as professional curiosity was quickly spiraling into something much more comprehensive.

 

'His fighting techniques, obviously, but what about his daily routine? Does he have any hobbies outside of hero work? What's his favorite food? How does he maintain his physical condition—does he work out? Does he work out shirtless? What time does he wake up? What does he do to relax?'

 

Aizawa nearly choked on his own saliva as Midoriya's thoughts flowed through their connection in an unstoppable stream. The kid was planning to over-analyze everything, from professional combat strategies to deeply personal details that definitely weren't part of the assignment requirements.

 

'Coffee preferences, sleeping habits, what books he reads, if he reads, how many push ups he can do, what his workout routine looks like, does he prefer sleeping naked, whether he..'

 

"Midoriya," Aizawa said sharply, cutting through the mental tirade. "Focus on the professional aspects of the assignment."

 

The kid blinked, confusion flickering across his face before realization dawned. He could feel through their bond that Aizawa had been listening to his thoughts, or at least feeling the emotional intensity behind them.

 

"Right," Midoriya said quickly, his face flushing red. "Professional. Just professional analysis."

 

But through their connection, Aizawa could feel that the damage was done. All of those questions were still there, burning in Midoriya's mind with the intensity that his enhanced physiology brought to everything. The kid wanted to know everything about him, and now they both knew it.

 

'This is going to be a very long two weeks,' Aizawa thought grimly, feeling Midoriya's barely contained curiosity pressing against their bond like a living thing.

 

"Moving on," Aizawa announced to the class, trying to ignore the way several students were looking between him and Midoriya with knowing expressions. "Remember, these projects are due in two weeks. No extensions, no excuses."

 

Teachers Lounge 

 

The teachers lounge was mercifully empty when they arrived after PE with Class 2C. Aizawa settled at one of the tables with his stack of papers to grade, while Midoriya pulled out his notebook and immediately began his "research."

 

"So," Midoriya started, pen poised over paper, "what's your preferred combat range?"

 

"Mid to close range," Aizawa replied automatically, marking a grammar error on a student essay.

 

"And your capture weapon, what's the maximum tensile strength?"

 

"Classified."

 

"How often do you work out?" Midoriya continued, undeterred. "Do you follow a specific routine? Do you work out with a shirt on or...?"

 

Aizawa's pen stopped moving. Through their bond, he could feel Midoriya's curiosity burning bright, mixed with something that definitely wasn't a professional interest.

 

"That's not relevant to the assignment," Aizawa said carefully.

 

"It could be! Physical conditioning is important for hero analysis," Midoriya insisted. "How sweaty do you get during training? That could indicate intensity levels and..."

 

"Midoriya."

 

"And your capture weapon," the kid continued, clearly on a roll now, "how tight can it actually bind someone? Like, what's the maximum compression before..."

 

The spike of arousal that crashed through their bond was immediate and overwhelming. The image that had flashed through Midoriya's mind, of being on the receiving end of that capture weapon, hit Aizawa like a physical blow.

 

"Stop," Aizawa said sharply, setting down his pen. "These questions are inappropriate."

 

Through their connection, he felt Midoriya's excitement deflate, replaced by hurt and confusion. "But I'm just trying to do the assignment properly! I want to understand everything about..."

 

"You want to understand things that have nothing to do with professional hero analysis," Aizawa cut him off. "And you know it."

 

Midoriya's distress spiked through their bond, disappointment, embarrassment, and a growing upset that made Aizawa's chest tighten with unwanted guilt.

 

"I just..." Midoriya's voice got smaller. "I want to do a good job. I want to make you proud."

 

'Damn it.' Aizawa felt the kid's genuine hurt, the way his enthusiasm had been crushed, and despite knowing he was right to stop the inappropriate questioning, he found himself wavering.

 

"Look," Aizawa said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "You can ask questions. One at a time. And nothing too invasive."

 

Midoriya's face immediately brightened, hope flooding through their bond. "Really?"

 

"One question at a time," Aizawa repeated firmly. "And I reserve the right to decline answering anything I consider inappropriate for the assignment."

 

Midoriya nodded eagerly, pen at the ready. "What's your daily workout routine?"

 

Aizawa paused. That was still more personal than it should be, but it wasn't explicitly inappropriate. "Basic conditioning. Cardio, strength training, flexibility work. Nothing elaborate."

 

"How long do your training sessions usually last?" Midoriya asked immediately.

 

"That's two questions. One at a time means one at a time."

 

"Sorry!" Midoriya said quickly, though through their bond Aizawa could feel his excitement hadn't dimmed much. The kid dutifully wrote down the answer, then looked up expectantly.

 

"What's your preferred method of strength training?" Midoriya asked after a moment.

 

Still personal, but still within the realm of professional conditioning. "Bodyweight exercises mostly. Pull ups, push ups, planks."

 

Midoriya scribbled notes enthusiastically. "Do you train alone or with other heroes?"

 

"Mostly alone." Aizawa marked another paper, trying to focus on grading while feeling Midoriya's continued curiosity through their bond.

 

"What do you wear when you train?"

 

Aizawa's pen stopped. Through their connection, he felt the spike of interest behind that question, the way Midoriya was clearly fishing for information that had nothing to do with professional analysis.

 

"Midoriya."

 

"What? It's a legitimate question! Gear choices can affect training effectiveness," Midoriya said innocently, though his emotional state through their bond suggested anything but innocent curiosity.

 

The invasive questions had only decreased slightly, Aizawa realized. Midoriya was just getting better at disguising them as a professional interest.

 

Aizawa sighed, looking at Midoriya's expectant face. The kid was trying so hard to follow the rules while still getting the information he wanted, and despite everything, Aizawa found he couldn't stay annoyed when Midoriya looked like a kicked kitten every time he was told no.

 

'Kitten,' the thought popped into his head unbidden as he took in Midoriya's wide green eyes and the way he was practically vibrating with barely contained curiosity. The comparison was surprisingly apt, all eager energy and innocent expression hiding a more complex nature underneath.

 

"Training gear varies depending on the exercise," Aizawa said finally, watching the way Midoriya's face lit up at getting an actual answer. "Usually just standard workout clothes. Sometimes less if it's hot."

 

Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's spike of interest at that last detail, followed immediately by the kid trying to suppress his reaction and failing spectacularly.

 

"What's your maximum rep count for pull ups?" Midoriya asked quickly, scribbling notes.

 

"Depends on the day. Somewhere around fifty on a good day."

 

Midoriya's eyes widened with genuine admiration that had nothing to do with inappropriate curiosity and everything to do with professional respect. Through their bond, Aizawa felt the shift, this was the kind of information that fed Midoriya's hero worship in a way that felt more comfortable.

 

"That's incredible," Midoriya breathed. "The upper body strength required for your capture weapon technique must be enormous."

 

"It helps," Aizawa agreed, and found himself almost smiling at Midoriya's enthusiasm. When the kid looked at him like that, with pure admiration and excitement about his abilities, it was hard to maintain his usual gruff demeanor.

 

'Definitely a kitten,' he thought again, watching Midoriya practically bounce in his seat with excitement over pull up statistics.

 

"How flexible are you?" Midoriya asked next, pen hovering over his notebook. "For the capture weapon technique, you'd need an incredible range of motion, right?"

 

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. The question was technically legitimate, flexibility was important for his fighting style but through their bond, he could feel the undercurrent of personal interest behind it.

 

"Flexible enough," he said carefully.

 

"But like, can you do the splits?" Midoriya pressed, leaning forward with obvious curiosity. "What about your lifting capacity? How much can you bench press? Deadlift?"

 

Through their connection, Aizawa felt the spike of interest that had nothing to do with professional analysis and everything to do with Midoriya's growing fascination with his physical capabilities. The kid was clearly imagining him in various positions and states of exertion.

 

"Midoriya," Aizawa said in a warning tone.

 

"What? These are legitimate questions!" Midoriya protested, though his face was flushing. "Flexibility and strength are core components of hero analysis! If you can do the splits, that would explain how you can maneuver your capture weapon in such complex patterns.."

 

"I can do the splits," Aizawa interrupted, if only to stop the rambling justification. "Both front and side. Satisfied?"

 

The immediate surge of arousal that crashed through their bond was answer enough. Midoriya's face went bright red as he tried to suppress the very vivid mental image that had just flashed through his mind.

 

"And for lifting," Aizawa continued dryly, "it's not about maximum weight. It's about functional strength and endurance."

 

"Right," Midoriya squeaked, furiously writing notes that probably had nothing to do with what Aizawa was actually saying. "Functional strength. Very important."

 

'He's going to combust,' Aizawa thought, feeling the kid's overwhelmed state through their bond. 'And it's my own fault for answering.'

 

The silence stretched between them for a moment, broken only by the sound of Aizawa's pen on paper and Midoriya's slightly uneven breathing. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel the kid trying desperately to get his reaction under control, to focus on something other than the mental images that were clearly playing on repeat in his mind.

 

"Maybe we should take a break from the questions," Aizawa suggested quietly, not looking up from his grading.

 

"No!" Midoriya said quickly, then caught himself. "I mean, I'm fine. I can handle it. I want to do a good job on this project."

 

But through their connection, Aizawa could feel that Midoriya was anything but fine. The kid's enhanced physiology was working against him again, making it impossible to just dismiss the arousal and move on to something else.

 

"Midoriya," Aizawa said carefully, finally looking up from his papers. "You're not fine."

 

"I am," Midoriya insisted, though his face was still flushed and his pen was gripped so tightly his knuckles were white. "I just need to focus better."

 

Chapter 9: Ch.9

Through their bond, Aizawa felt the kid's frustration with himself, his embarrassment at being so affected by simple information about physical capabilities. Midoriya was angry at his own reaction, trying to force himself to be professional when his body and the bond between them were making that nearly impossible.

 

"This isn't your fault," Aizawa said quietly, surprising himself with the admission.

 

"Isn't it?" Midoriya's voice was small. "I'm the one asking inappropriate questions. I'm the one who can't control myself."

 

The self blame in Midoriya's voice, flowing through their bond along with genuine distress, made something in Aizawa's chest tighten. The kid was taking responsibility for something that was far more complicated than simple teenage hormones.

 

'Tell him the truth,' a voice in Aizawa's mind whispered. 'Tell him about this morning, about what you did.'

 

But he couldn't. The truth would only make everything worse.

 

The distress building in Midoriya finally reached a breaking point. Tears started falling down his face, quiet, frustrated tears that he tried to wipe away quickly with the back of his hand.

 

"I'm sorry," Midoriya whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I can't just..."

 

"Hey," Aizawa said softly, abandoning his papers completely. Without really thinking about it, he moved closer, the chains allowing him to wrap his arms around Midoriya and pull him against his chest. "You're okay. It's okay."

 

Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's immediate relief at the contact, the way his distress began to settle as soon as he was held. The kid melted against him, face buried in his shoulder as he tried to get his breathing back under control.

 

"You're not doing anything wrong," Aizawa murmured, one hand moving to stroke Midoriya's hair. "This situation isn't fair to either of us."

 

Gradually, Midoriya's tears subsided, his breathing evening out. But instead of pulling away, they both stayed exactly where they were. The position felt... right somehow. Natural. Like this was how they were supposed to be.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's contentment, the way being held had soothed something deep in the kid's enhanced physiology that had been wound too tight. And his own response, the rightness of having Midoriya in his arms, the protective instincts that felt less like a teacher comforting a student and more like something much more personal.

 

'This is dangerous,' Aizawa thought, but he didn't move. Couldn't move. Not when Midoriya felt so perfect against him, not when their bond hummed with a contentment he'd never experienced before.

 

"Better?" he asked quietly.

 

"Yeah," Midoriya whispered against his shoulder. "Can we... can we stay like this for a minute?"

 

Aizawa closed his eyes, knowing he should say no, knowing this was crossing every line he'd tried to maintain. But the word that came out was: "Yeah. We can stay like this."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt something shift in Midoriya's emotional state. The kid was becoming tired, drained, floating in a way that felt almost like he was experiencing some kind of drop after all the overwhelming intensity. His enhanced physiology, which had been running hot all morning, was finally crashing.

 

Aizawa instinctively held him closer, recognizing the signs even if he couldn't fully understand why Midoriya's body was responding this way. The kid needed comfort, needed to feel safe and grounded, and every protective instinct Aizawa had was screaming at him to provide exactly that.

 

"You're okay," Aizawa murmured, adjusting his hold to make sure Midoriya felt secure. "I've got you."

 

Through their connection, he could feel how much those words meant to Midoriya, how the simple reassurance helped anchor him when everything else felt unstable. The kid's breathing had evened out completely now, and he was practically boneless against Aizawa's chest.

 

"Tired," Midoriya whispered, the word slightly slurred with exhaustion.

 

"I know," Aizawa replied softly, his hand continuing to move through Midoriya's hair in slow, soothing strokes. "You can rest. I'm not going anywhere."

 

The promise seemed to unlock something in Midoriya, a final release of tension that left him completely relaxed in Aizawa's arms. Through their bond, Aizawa felt the kid's overwhelming gratitude, his relief at being taken care of when he needed it most.

 

'This is what he needs,' Aizawa realized, feeling how perfectly Midoriya fit against him. 'This is what we both need.'

 

It was a dangerous thought, but in that moment, with Midoriya safe and content in his arms, Aizawa couldn't bring himself to care about the implications.

 

In his floaty, vulnerable state, Midoriya's usual filters seemed to have completely disappeared. His voice was soft and slightly distant when he spoke again.

 

"My quirk," Midoriya murmured against Aizawa's shoulder. "Makes everything more intense. I have to... take care of things umm masturbate every night just to function normally. But with you here, with the bond... it's so much more heightened."

 

Aizawa's breath caught. The admission was far more personal than anything Midoriya would normally share, but in his current state, the kid seemed unable to stop himself from being completely honest.

 

'So it's just enhanced teenage hormones,' Aizawa thought, trying to rationalize what he was hearing. 'His quirk amplifies his physical responses, that's all.'

 

But even as he tried to dismiss it, he could feel through their bond that there was more to it than that. The emotions flowing from Midoriya weren't just physical need, there was something deeper, something that had been building for much longer than the few days they'd been connected.

 

'How long?' Aizawa wondered, feeling the layers of affection and want that seemed far too complex for something that had started when the chains appeared. Through their connection, he could sense that Midoriya's feelings weren't new, weren't just a product of their forced proximity.

 

"Izuku," he said quietly, using the kid's first name without thinking. "How long have you been dealing with this?"

 

"The quirk thing? Always," Midoriya replied in that same distant voice. "But the other stuff..." He paused, and Aizawa felt his drowsy confusion through their bond. "Since the second week of school, maybe? When you started training me more. When I realized..."

 

He trailed off, but Aizawa felt the completion of that thought through their connection. 'When you realized you were in love with me.'

 

The revelation hit him like a physical blow, because it meant this wasn't just about the bond, wasn't just about enhanced hormones and forced proximity. Midoriya had been harboring these feelings for months, and Aizawa had been completely oblivious.

 

As Midoriya drifted between his floaty state and the edge of sleep, Aizawa found his mind racing despite the peaceful moment. The kid's breathing had evened out, his face relaxed in a way that made him look younger, more vulnerable.

 

Aizawa studied Midoriya's features in the quiet teachers lounge, the scatter of freckles across his nose and cheeks, the long eyelashes that cast shadows on his skin, the soft curve of his lips. He really was beautiful, Aizawa realized with a pang of something he refused to name.

 

'When did this happen?' he wondered. 'When did I start seeing him as more than just a student?'

 

But underneath his confusion, a more calculating part of his mind was working. If Midoriya's feelings were real, if they'd existed long before the bonding chains, then maybe... maybe this wasn't as one sided as he'd thought.

 

An idea began to form. Tomorrow was Saturday, and he'd planned afternoon training for Class 1A anyway. What if he made it pool training? Swimming required minimal clothing, would test Midoriya's physical reactions when Aizawa was in his element but also more exposed than usual, along with his other classmates.

 

'A theory test,' he told himself, though he knew it was more than that. He wanted to see how Midoriya reacted to him in that context, wanted to understand the depths of what he was feeling through their bond. It was probably manipulative, definitely inappropriate, but with everything between them already so complicated...

 

'One test,' Aizawa decided, looking down at Midoriya's peaceful face. 'Just to understand what we're dealing with.'

 

Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's contentment in sleep, the complete trust the kid had in him even in his most vulnerable state. It should have made him feel guilty about his plans, but instead, it only made him more determined to figure out exactly what was happening between them.

 

As lunchtime approached, Aizawa gently shook Midoriya's shoulder to wake him. The kid stirred slowly, blinking up at him with sleepy green eyes that made something in Aizawa's chest tighten.

 

"Time for lunch," Aizawa said softly.

 

"Mmm," Midoriya mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Through their bond, Aizawa felt his gradual return to full consciousness, the way the floaty feeling was slowly fading.

 

They made their way to Aizawa's classroom, which they decided had become their preferred lunch spot for privacy. But when they opened the door, they found they weren't alone.

 

"Shinsou!" Midoriya exclaimed, his face lighting up at the sight of his friend sitting at one of the desks with his own lunch.

 

"Hey, Midoriya," Shinsou replied with a small smile, though his purple eyes flicked between them with that same knowing look from yesterday. "Hope you don't mind me crashing your super secret lunch date."

 

"It's not a..." Midoriya started, flushing, but was interrupted by Present Mic bursting through the door.

 

"LUNCH PARTY!" Mic announced at his usual volume, carrying his own tray. "Room for one more?"

 

"Where's Midnight?" Aizawa asked, already dreading whatever chaos his colleague might bring.

 

"Lunch duty," Mic replied, settling into a desk chair. "Lucky for you, she's terrorizing the first years instead of you two lovebirds today."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's spike of embarrassment at the comment, with a fluttery feeling, though it was less intense than it had been yesterday. The kid was getting used to the teasing, or maybe the emotional exhaustion from earlier had dampened his reactions.

 

"We're not.." Midoriya tried again, but Shinsou cut him off with a knowing look.

 

"Right," Shinsou said dryly. "And I don't use my quirk to get out of conversations I don't want to have."

 

Aizawa shot Shinsou a warning look, but the kid just shrugged, completely unrepentant.

 

The lunch settled into a surprisingly comfortable rhythm despite the teasing. Present Mic regaled them with stories from his morning English classes, complete with dramatic reenactments that made even Aizawa crack a small smile.

 

"And then Kaminari asked if Shakespeare invented electricity because of the name!" Mic continued, gesturing wildly. "I didn't know whether to laugh or cry!"

 

Shinsou snorted with amusement while Midoriya giggled, the sound making warmth spread through their bond. Aizawa loved how it sounded and wanted to hear it more. As Midoriya reached for his water bottle, his hand brushed against Aizawa's on the desk, sending a small flutter of sensation through both of them.

 

"Sorry," Midoriya murmured, but neither of them moved their hands immediately. The brief contact lasted just a moment longer than necessary before they both pulled away.

 

"So," Shinsou said casually, though his knowing eyes didn't miss the exchange, "any word on when this bonding quirk might wear off?"

 

"Recovery Girl is still researching," Aizawa replied, trying to ignore the way Midoriya's fingers were drumming nervously on the desk next to his.

 

"Shame," Present Mic said with obviously fake sympathy. "Just when you two were getting so... synchronized."

 

As if to prove his point, both Aizawa and Midoriya reached for their drinks at exactly the same moment, their movements perfectly mirrored. They froze, staring at each other for a beat before Midoriya let out a nervous laugh.

 

"That's been happening more often," Midoriya admitted, his cheeks pink.

 

"Fascinating," Shinsou observed dryly. "Almost like you're becoming more in tune with each other."

 

Another accidental brush of hands as they both reached for napkins sent another flutter through their connection. This time, through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's awareness of every small contact, the way each touch seemed amplified by their connection.

 

'This is dangerous,' Aizawa thought, but found himself not pulling away quite as quickly as he should when their knuckles grazed again.

 

The casual brushing continued throughout lunch, shoulders bumping as they shifted in their chairs, fingers meeting as they both reached for things, small touches that sent gentle waves through their bond. Each contact seemed natural, unconscious, but left both of them hyper aware of the other's presence.

 

Present Mic and Shinsou exchanged a look across the room as they watched another synchronized movement, both Aizawa and Midoriya turning their heads toward the window at the exact same moment when a bird flew past.

 

"You know," Present Mic said casually, leaning back in his chair, "if there was more to your relationship than just the chains connecting you both, that would be totally okay with us."

 

Aizawa nearly choked on his coffee. "Hizashi..."

 

"I'm just saying!" Mic continued with an innocent expression. "You two would be cute together. Very... complementary."

 

"Super cute," Shinsou agreed with that same knowing smirk. "The grumpy teacher and the sunshine student. Classic dynamic."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's embarrassment spike, but underneath it was something else, a flutter of hope and pleasure at the idea that their friends would accept them if there was something more between them.

 

"We're not..." Midoriya started for the third time that lunch.

 

"Sure you're not," Shinsou said, gesturing at where their elbows were currently touching on the desk. "And that's totally just the chains making you gravitate toward each other but if you were that's okay."

 

Another accidental brush of hands as they both reached for their lunch containers sent a visible shiver through both of them that definitely didn't go unnoticed.

 

"Just saying," Present Mic added with a grin, "the chains might be invisible now, but the connection sure isn't. I see how you look at each other."

 

Aizawa felt his face heat slightly, and through their bond, he could feel Midoriya's mixture of mortification and secret delight at their friends acceptance and encouragement.

 

Chapter 10: Ch. 10

Training 

 

After lunch, they made their way to Training Ground Beta where Class 1A was already gathering for their afternoon session. The students had grown accustomed to seeing Midoriya accompany Aizawa everywhere, though a few still glanced curiously at the space between them where the chains used to be visible.

 

"Alright," Aizawa announced to the class, "today we're focusing on one on one combat scenarios. Pair up and practice sparring techniques. I want to see improvement in your defensive positioning."

 

As the students began to pair off, Midoriya looked around uncertainly. "Should I...?"

 

"You're with me," Aizawa said simply. Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's spike of excitement at the prospect of training directly with him.

 

They moved to a clear area of the training ground, and Aizawa fell into a ready stance. "Don't hold back," he instructed. "The chains will keep us close anyway, so use that to your advantage."

 

Midoriya nodded, green lightning beginning to crackle around him as he activated his quirk at a low percentage. "Ready when you are, sensei."

 

"Aizawa-sensei," he corrected automatically. "We talked about this. Aizawa-sensei at school just aizawa or Shota at home."

 

"Right. Aizawa-sensei." The name seemed to give Midoriya confidence as he settled into his own fighting stance.

 

They began to circle each other, the invisible chains creating an interesting dynamic to their sparring. Every movement had to account for their connection, turning the fight into something more like a complex dance than traditional combat.

 

Midoriya launched forward with a controlled burst of One For All, but Aizawa was ready, using the kid's momentum and their bond to redirect him smoothly. Through their connection, he could feel Midoriya's exhilaration at the physical contact, the way being this close during combat sent thrills through his enhanced physiology.

 

'Focus,' Aizawa reminded himself, even as he noted how perfectly they moved together, how naturally they anticipated each other's movements through their shared bond.

 

What started as a controlled sparring session quickly escalated into something more intense. Midoriya's competitive nature kicked in, his desire to prove himself to Aizawa burning through their connection like fire. He increased his quirk percentage, moving faster, hitting harder, desperate to land a solid blow on his teacher.

 

"Getting serious now?" Aizawa observed, dodging a particularly aggressive strike. Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's determination, his need to win, to show that he was worthy of Aizawa's attention and respect. How he desperately wanted aizawa's eyes only on him.

 

"I want to beat you," Midoriya said breathlessly, launching into a complex combination attack. "Just once."

 

The admission sent something possessive flaring through Aizawa. The kid wanted to defeat him, wanted to prove his strength and for some reason, that made Aizawa want to push back harder, to show Midoriya exactly what he was up against. Make him earn that when, because it would mean more to him.

 

Their sparring became a fierce dance of attack and counter attack. Aizawa's capture weapon snapped out, but Midoriya was ready for it, using the limited range of their chains to his advantage as he ducked and weaved. The kid was faster than Aizawa had expected, more strategic, using their bond to predict his movements even as Aizawa did the same.

 

"Too slow," Midoriya taunted as he barely avoided being caught, green lightning crackling around him as he spun away.

 

That competitive edge in his voice, the challenge, made something primal surge through Aizawa. Through their bond, he felt an answering competitiveness from Midoriya, the kid's exhilaration at actually keeping up with him.

 

Aizawa stepped up his game, moving with the fluid grace that had made him one of the most effective underground heroes. His capture weapon became an extension of his will, forcing Midoriya to work harder, move faster, and think quicker.

 

"Come on," Aizawa goaded, seeing the determination blazing in Midoriya's eyes. "You said you wanted to beat me. Prove it."

 

The challenge ignited something fierce in both of them, their sparring match becoming a battle of wills as much as skill, each desperate to come out on top.

 

A particularly aggressive exchange left Midoriya's shirt torn along the side, the fabric hanging in shreds from where Aizawa's capture weapon had caught it.

 

"Damn," Midoriya muttered, pulling at the ruined fabric. "This is ruined."

 

"Just take it off," Aizawa said, then immediately regretted the words when Midoriya complied without hesitation.

 

The kid pulled the torn shirt over his head and tossed it aside, leaving his chest bare. Aizawa found himself staring despite his better judgment. Midoriya's enhanced physiology had shaped him into something impressive, lean muscle defined from months of training, scars from old battles marking his skin like a roadmap of his journey to become a hero. Aizawa had to stop himself from drooling or imagining what he would do if given permission to touch.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's awareness of being watched, a flutter of self consciousness mixed with something that might have been pride in the obvious appreciation in Aizawa's gaze.

 

"Ready to continue?" Midoriya asked, settling back into his fighting stance, and Aizawa had to force himself to focus on something other than the way the kid's muscles moved.

 

They resumed sparring, but something had shifted. Aizawa found himself more aggressive, more determined to gain the upper hand. The sight of Midoriya shirtless, the way he moved with such fluid grace, awakened something primal in Aizawa that he'd been trying to suppress. He wanted to see midoriya under him and breathless.

 

'I Need to pin him,' the thought came unbidden, accompanied by a surge of possessive desire that had nothing to do with winning their sparring match and everything to do with the overwhelming urge to have Midoriya beneath him, controlled, held down.

 

The intensity of the feeling caught Aizawa off guard, but it also gave him the edge he'd been missing. His movements became more focused, more purposeful, as he maneuvered Midoriya exactly where he wanted him.

 

Finally, in one smooth motion, Aizawa managed to sweep Midoriya's legs and follow him down, pinning the kid to the ground with his full weight.

 

They were pressed flush against each other, both breathing hard from the intense sparring session. Sweat made their skin slick where they touched, and with Midoriya shirtless beneath him, Aizawa was acutely aware of every point of contact between them.

 

The position was compromising, Aizawa's hands pinning Midoriya's wrists above his head, their faces inches apart, Midoriya's chest rising and falling rapidly against his. Through their bond, he could feel everything Midoriya was experiencing: the racing pulse, the heat, the way being pinned was affecting him in ways that had nothing to do with losing their sparring match.

 

"I win," Aizawa said quietly, his voice coming out rougher than intended. The words were barely above a whisper, spoken directly next to Midoriya's ear. His lips just grazing his lower ear lobe making causing midoriya to let out a little whine.

 

That's when it happened, a low, involuntary growl escaped his throat, primitive and possessive, a sound that spoke to something deep and instinctual.

 

The effect was immediate and overwhelming. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's sharp intake of breath, the way his body responded instantly to the sound. The kid's arousal crashed through their connection like a tidal wave, amplified by his enhanced physiology until it was impossible to ignore, both of them feeling each other get hard as their lower half are still pressed against each other.

 

But worse, or better, Aizawa felt his own body responding just as intensely. The shared sensation created a feedback loop that left them both affected, both trying to process the sudden spike of desire that had nothing to do with sparring and everything to do with their compromising position.

 

"Aizawa," Midoriya whispered, his voice strained. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel his confusion, his need, his desperate attempt to understand what was happening between them.

 

For a moment, neither of them moved, caught in the intensity of what they were both feeling through their shared connection.

 

The arousal flowing between them through their bond was impossible to ignore, and with their bodies pressed so tightly together, they could both feel the physical evidence of their shared desire. Aizawa felt Midoriya's breathing hitch beneath him, felt the kid's desperate attempt not to move, not to make their situation any more obvious than it already was, knowing if he moved it would cause friction.

 

Through their connection, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's overwhelming need to buck up against him, to seek friction, to do something about the tension building between them. But the kid was trying so hard to be good, to not make things worse, even as his enhanced physiology made every sensation more intense.

 

Aizawa wasn't doing much better. The weight of Midoriya beneath him, the heat of his skin, the way their bodies fit together, how perfectly midoriya felt underneath him, it was taking every ounce of his self control not to grind down against him, not to give in to the primal urge that the shared arousal was amplifying.

 

They stared at each other, green eyes wide and desperate meeting dark ones filled with barely restrained want. The moment stretched between them, heavy with possibility and the knowledge that they were both seconds away from crossing a line they couldn't uncross.

 

CRASH!

 

The sound of something large hitting the ground across the training field startled them both violently. Aizawa jerked back, rolling off Midoriya and scrambling to put distance between them as they both turned toward the source of the noise.

 

Bakugo was standing over a smoking crater where he'd apparently used his quirk with more force than intended, looking annoyed as other students gathered around the destruction.

 

"Sorry!" Bakugo called out, not sounding particularly sorry. "Got carried away!"

 

The interruption broke whatever spell had fallen over them, leaving both Aizawa and Midoriya breathing hard and trying to process what had almost just happened.

 

"Bakugo!" Aizawa called out, his teacher instincts kicking in despite his own state of disarray. He and Midoriya scrambled to their feet and ran toward the smoking crater, the invisible chains forcing them to move in awkward synchronization while they were both still dealing with the aftermath of their moment.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's lingering arousal mixing with concern for their classmate, the kid's enhanced physiology making it impossible for him to just switch off what they'd been feeling. But Midoriya was trying, desperately focusing on the potential emergency to distract himself from what had almost happened between them.

 

They reached the crater where Bakugo stood looking frustrated rather than injured, his gauntlets smoking from overuse.

 

"What happened?" Aizawa demanded, quickly scanning the area for any actual damage or injured students.

 

"Damn thing misfired," Bakugo growled, glaring at his support gear. "I was aiming for the training dummy and the blast went too wide."

 

"Anyone hurt?" Midoriya asked breathlessly, still trying to catch his breath from both their sparring and their... moment.

 

"Of course not," Bakugo muttered, then looked between them with a raised eyebrow. "You two look like you've been through hell. What were you doing, trying to kill each other?"

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's spike of embarrassment at how obvious their disheveled state must be. They were both sweaty, breathing hard, and Midoriya was still shirtless with his torn uniform on the ground yards away.

 

"Intense sparring," Aizawa said curtly, grateful that no one seemed to be injured. "Everyone get back to your own training. Show's over."

 

As the other students dispersed, Aizawa tried to ignore the way Kirishima and Kaminari were whispering to each other while shooting glances in their direction.

 

"Alright," Aizawa announced to the class, checking his watch. "We have about twenty minutes left. Everyone partner up for conditioning exercises."

 

He turned to Midoriya, who had retrieved his torn shirt but hadn't put it back on yet. "Sit ups first. Fifty reps."

 

They fell into the familiar rhythm of exercise, taking turns holding each other's feet as they worked through the sets. Aizawa tried to focus on the count, on proper form, on anything other than the way Midoriya's abs contracted with each rep, the lean muscle definition that his enhanced training had created, how toned midoriya's things are.

 

"Squats next," Aizawa instructed when they finished, and they moved through the exercise in synchronized movements that their bond made feel natural. Aizawa tried not to look at midoriya's ass every time he performed a squat, at how thick his ass looks. Then lunges, the invisible chains requiring them to stay close enough that they were essentially mirroring each other's every movement.

 

"Time for cool down stretches," Aizawa called out to the class as the session neared its end. "Partner stretching, focus on your problem areas."

 

As they moved through the stretching routine, Aizawa found himself having to help Midoriya with his shoulder flexibility, his hands guiding the kid's arms into proper position. Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's awareness of every touch, every adjustment.

 

But when it was Midoriya's turn to help with Aizawa's hamstring stretches, he caught the kid's eyes lingering on the way his muscles moved, the careful attention that had nothing to do with proper form and everything to do with appreciation.

 

And when Aizawa returned the favor, helping Midoriya stretch his back, he realized he was doing the same thing, taking in the expanse of freckled skin, the way Midoriya moved with fluid grace even in simple stretches.

 

Through their bond, they could both

feel the mutual appreciation, the way they were each cataloging details about the other's body under the guise of cooldown exercises.

 

Chapter 11: Ch. 11

Recovery Girl's Office 

 

"Well, you both look healthy enough," Recovery Girl said, reviewing the notes on her clipboard as she finished their routine check up. "Heart rates are elevated but within acceptable ranges, blood pressure normal, no signs of physical strain from the bonding."

 

Aizawa sat on one examination table while Midoriya perched on the other, the invisible chains humming softly between them. They'd both put their shirts back on after training, but the memory of their earlier moment lingered in the air between them, unspoken but present in every shared glance.

 

"Any unusual symptoms?" Recovery Girl asked, looking between them with her sharp, knowing eyes. "Headaches, dizziness, emotional irregularities?"

 

Aizawa and Midoriya exchanged a brief look. 'Emotional irregularities' was one way to put it, though neither of them seemed willing to elaborate on that particular aspect of their situation.

 

"Nothing concerning," Aizawa said carefully.

 

"The shared sensations are still present?" she continued, making notes.

 

"Yes," Midoriya replied, his voice slightly strained. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel his embarrassment at discussing even the clinical aspects of their connection.

 

"And the emotional bleed through?"

 

Another pause. The question hung in the air, heavy with all the things they weren't saying, the arousal, the want, the way their feelings had become so tangled together they couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

 

"Present," Aizawa said finally, his tone giving nothing away.

 

Recovery Girl hummed thoughtfully, apparently oblivious to the tension radiating from both of them. "The chains becoming invisible is interesting. It suggests the quirk may be evolving or adapting. I'll need to run more tests."

 

"How much longer?" Midoriya asked quietly.

 

"Hard to say. Could be days, could be weeks. These bonding quirks are unpredictable." She looked at them both seriously. "You're handling it well, all things considered. Just remember, communication is key in situations like this."

 

The irony wasn't lost on either of them, given what they were both studiously avoiding communicating about.

 

Back at the Dorms 

 

When they returned to Heights Alliance, the common room was buzzing with the usual after class activity. Students were scattered around doing homework, playing games, or just unwinding from the day. Aizawa settled into one of the armchairs with a stack of papers to grade, while Midoriya immediately gravitated toward his classmates.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's relief at having normal social interaction, at being able to just be a student again instead of constantly navigating the complicated dynamics of their situation.

 

"Midoriya!" Todoroki called out from where he was sitting with a textbook, and the kid's face lit up as he made his way over. "How was training today?"

 

"Intense," Midoriya replied, and Aizawa felt a flutter of memory through their connection, the weight of Aizawa's body pinning him down, the growl, the moment when they'd almost...

 

Aizawa forced himself to focus on his grading, but through their bond, he couldn't help but be aware of Midoriya's conversations.

 

"You look like you got put through the wringer," Shinsou observed, joining Todoroki and Midoriya on the couch. His purple eyes flicked toward Aizawa with that same knowing look from lunch. "Aizawa-sensei work you hard?"

 

The double meaning wasn't lost on anyone, and Aizawa felt Midoriya's spike of embarrassment through their connection.

 

"It was good training," Midoriya said quickly. "Really pushed my limits."

 

"I bet," Shinsou said dryly, and even Todoroki raised an eyebrow at the comment.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's mixture of fondness and exasperation with his friend's teasing, but underneath it was something else, a warmth when he talked about their training, about Aizawa pushing him to be better.

 

'He enjoys it,' Aizawa realized, feeling the kid's genuine enthusiasm even through his embarrassment. 'He likes being challenged, likes having something to prove.'

 

The observation made something possessive stir in Aizawa's chest, though he tried to ignore it as he marked another paper with perhaps more force than necessary.

 

"So," Shinsou continued with that subtle smirk of his, "how's the... bonding experience going? Getting really close, I imagine."

 

Aizawa's pen paused mid correction, then the pen was lifted to his lips. Through their connection, he felt Midoriya's nervous energy spike.

 

"It's... an adjustment," Midoriya said carefully. "Being connected like this, sharing everything..."

 

"I bet you're learning a lot about each other," Shinsou pressed, clearly enjoying himself. "All those intimate moments, having to be together constantly. Must be really... intense."

 

Todoroki, who had been listening with his usual serious expression, suddenly looked up from his textbook. His mismatched eyes flicked between Midoriya and Aizawa, then back to Shinsou, and something seemed to click.

 

"Oh," Todoroki said quietly, his voice carrying that particular tone he got when he finally understood something that had been going over his head. "You're talking about them as a couple. How now with them chained together their acting more like they're in a relationship than a student teacher."

 

The words hung in the air, and through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's mortification crash over him like a wave.

 

"I...we're not....I mean..." Midoriya started, his face turning bright red.

 

"Actually," Todoroki continued with his characteristic bluntness, "that makes sense. You would make a good couple. Complementary strengths, mutual respect, obvious care for each other's wellbeing."

 

"Todoroki!" Midoriya squeaked.

 

"What? I'm simply observing that your compatibility extends beyond the quirk bond," Todoroki said matter of factly. "The way you move together, respond to each other, it's quite natural."

 

Shinsou was grinning openly now. "See? Even Todoroki gets it, and he's usually oblivious to this stuff."

 

"Thank you for that vote of confidence," Todoroki replied dryly, then looked directly at Midoriya. "You do make a cute couple, regardless of the circumstances that brought you together."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's mixture of panic and secret pleasure at his friend's acceptance, while he himself tried very hard to pretend he wasn't listening to every word.

 

Before Midoriya could respond to Todoroki's blunt assessment, the common room was suddenly filled with upbeat music as Kaminari and Mina burst through the entrance.

 

"DANCE PARTY TIME!" Mina announced, already moving to the beat as she headed straight for the entertainment center.

 

"Come on, guys!" Kaminari called out, wielding the remote like a weapon of mass fun. "We found this amazing dance game in the rec closet. Time to see who's got moves!"

 

The large TV screen lit up with colorful arrows and a pulsing beat, immediately drawing the attention of other students in the common room. Kirishima bounded over with enthusiasm while Bakugo grumbled but didn't leave his spot on the other couch.

 

"Midoriya!" Mina called out, spotting him on the couch with Todoroki and Shinsou. "You have to try this! It's like hero training but with more style!"

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's grateful relief at the interruption, his friend's awkward relationship observations suddenly forgotten in favor of Mina's infectious energy.

 

"I don't know," Midoriya said hesitantly, glancing toward Aizawa. "The chains..."

 

"Oh right!" Kaminari said, then grinned. "Well, Aizawa-sensei will just have to join in! Teacher student dance battle!"

 

Several students turned to look at Aizawa expectantly, and through their bond, he felt Midoriya's spike of amusement at the idea of his usually stoic teacher being dragged into a dance game.

 

"Absolutely not," Aizawa said without looking up from his papers, though he could feel Midoriya's slight disappointment through their connection.

 

"Aw, come on, sensei!" Mina wheedled. "Live a little! It'll be fun!"

 

"Fine, I'll show you how it's done!" Mina declared when Aizawa didn't respond, grabbing Kaminari by the arm and dragging him to the center of the room.

 

The two of them took their positions as the game started up, colorful arrows cascading down the screen. Mina moved with fluid grace, her natural dancer's instincts making the complex sequences look effortless. Kaminari, meanwhile, flailed enthusiastically but with significantly less coordination.

 

"Come on, Denki!" Mina laughed as she hit a perfect combo. "You're supposed to step, not fall!"

 

"I'm dancing!" Kaminari protested, nearly tripping over his own feet. "This is dancing!"

 

The song ended with Mina's score almost triple Kaminari's, and she took a dramatic bow while he collapsed dramatically on the floor.

 

"My turn!" Kirishima announced, hauling a reluctant Bakugo to his feet. "Come on, bro! Let's show them some real competition!"

 

"This is stupid," Bakugo grumbled, but he didn't pull away as Kirishima positioned them for the next song.

 

Where Mina had been graceful, Kirishima was enthusiastic but clunky, throwing himself into the moves with more heart than skill. Bakugo, predictably, barely moved, stepping just enough to avoid failing completely while shooting murderous glares at anyone who dared to comment.

 

"You're not even trying!" Kirishima laughed, not caring that he was definitely going to win by default.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt a growing weight of sadness from Midoriya. The kid was watching his friends have fun, participate in normal teenage activities, while he sat on the sidelines because of their situation. But more than that, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's disappointment, the quiet hurt that his teacher wouldn't even consider joining him in something harmless and fun.

 

'He wants to dance,' Aizawa realized, feeling the longing through their connection. 'And he wants to dance with me.'

 

The sadness was becoming more pronounced with each passing song, Midoriya's usual bright energy dimming as he watched everyone else pair up and participate while he remained stuck on the couch.

 

Aizawa felt the weight of Midoriya's disappointment like a physical ache through their bond. The kid was trying to hide it, putting on a smile and cheering for his friend's, but the longing was unmistakable.

 

With a heavy sigh, Aizawa set down his papers.

 

"Fine," he said, standing up and ignoring the way conversations stopped around the room. "One battle. The winner picks what to cook for dinner, the loser has to cook it."

 

The transformation in Midoriya was immediate, pure joy flooding through their bond as his face lit up like the sun. "Really?"

 

"One song," Aizawa emphasized, though he couldn't quite suppress the way Midoriya's excitement was affecting him through their connection. "And I'm picking an easy one."

 

"YESSS!" Mina cheered from the sidelines as Aizawa and Midoriya took their positions. "This is going to be amazing!"

 

The music started, a moderate tempo song with straightforward patterns. Both of them approached it with the same competitive intensity they'd brought to sparring earlier, determined to win their little wager.

 

But something interesting happened as they danced. Their bond seemed to synchronize their movements in unexpected ways, each of them anticipating the other's steps, moving in perfect harmony even as they competed. Midoriya's natural enthusiasm balanced Aizawa's precise technique, while Aizawa's steady rhythm grounded Midoriya's more energetic style.

 

When the song ended, they were both breathing hard and grinning, actually grinning, in Aizawa's case, until they looked at the screen.

 

"A tie?" Midoriya said in disbelief.

 

The scores were identical down to the last point. Around them, their audience was cheering and laughing at the unexpected result.

 

"Well," Aizawa said dryly, though through their bond he could feel his own satisfaction at how well they'd moved together, "I guess we're both cooking dinner."

 

"Wait, wait!" Kaminari called out, waving his hands dramatically. "You said one battle! A tie doesn't count as a battle ending, you have to go again!"

 

"Yeah!" Mina chimed in, practically bouncing with excitement. "Round two! Medium difficulty this time!"

 

Aizawa opened his mouth to refuse, but then he felt Midoriya's spike of hope through their bond, the way the kid's entire being seemed to light up at the possibility of dancing with him again. The pure happiness radiating from Midoriya was... addictive.

 

'When did making him happy become so important to me?' Aizawa wondered, but found himself unable to deny Midoriya when he could feel how much this meant to him.

 

"Fine," Aizawa said with exaggerated reluctance, though the truth was he'd actually enjoyed their first dance more than he cared to admit. There was something about moving in sync with Midoriya, about the way their bond translated into perfect physical harmony, that felt almost natural.

 

"Medium difficulty it is," he conceded, and the joy that flooded through their connection from Midoriya nearly knocked him off balance.

 

The students around them cheered as they reset for another round, and Aizawa found himself wondering when exactly he'd started prioritizing Midoriya's happiness over his own comfort zone. When did seeing that brilliant smile become something he'd go out of his way to create?

 

'Because it feels right,' he realized as they took their positions again. 'Because making him happy makes me happy, and that's terrifying.'

 

The music started up, faster and more complex this time, but Aizawa found he was looking forward to the challenge, looking forward to another chance to move with Midoriya, to feel that perfect synchronization that their bond created between them.

 

The medium difficulty song had intricate patterns that required quick footwork and precise timing. Midoriya threw himself into it with his characteristic intensity, green lightning crackling faintly around him as his enhanced reflexes kicked in. But instead of giving him an unfair advantage, it somehow perfectly complemented Aizawa's years of combat experience and natural grace.

 

They moved like they were choreographed, each step flowing seamlessly into the next. When the pattern called for a spin, they turned in perfect unison. When arrows flew across the screen in rapid succession, their feet hit the marks with identical precision. Through their bond, they could feel each other's movements before they happened, anticipating and adapting in real time.

 

Aizawa found himself actually enjoying the challenge, his competitive nature fully engaged as he matched Midoriya step by step. The kid was grinning with pure joy, his enthusiasm infectious even through their shared connection.

 

The song built to a crescendo with a complex sequence that had them both breathing hard, but neither missed a beat. When the final notes faded, they were both flushed and exhilarated, staring at the screen expectantly.

 

Another perfect tie.

 

"No way," Midoriya breathed, but his eyes were bright with excitement rather than disappointment.

 

"This is incredible!" Mina squealed. "It's like you're sharing a brain!"

 

Instead of being frustrated, both Aizawa and Midoriya felt their competitive spirits flare even brighter. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's determination burning like fire, the kid was not going to be satisfied until one of them won.

 

"Again," Midoriya said, his voice carrying that edge of stubborn determination that Aizawa recognized from training.

 

"Again," Aizawa agreed, surprised by his own eagerness to continue. The rational part of his mind told him this was getting ridiculous, but the larger part, the part that was enjoying Midoriya's happiness and their perfect synchronization, wanted to keep dancing until they figured out who was better.

 

Around them, the students were cheering and placing bets on the outcome of round three.

 

Hard mode was unforgiving. The arrows came fast and in patterns that would have challenged professional dancers, but somehow Aizawa and Midoriya rose to meet it. Their bond had evolved beyond simple synchronization, they were moving as one entity, each step perfectly matched, each turn executed with flawless timing.

 

Midoriya's enhanced physiology kept him sharp through the demanding routine, while Aizawa's years of combat training gave him the muscle memory and control needed for the intricate sequences. When the song called for complex crossover steps, they moved around each other like they'd rehearsed it a thousand times.

 

The crowd around them had grown as other students came to see what the commotion was about. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's awareness of their audience, but also his complete focus on the challenge at hand.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, Aizawa caught sight of Shinsou holding up his phone, clearly recording their performance. Instead of the irritation he should have felt, Aizawa found himself thinking that he'd definitely be demanding a copy of that video later.

 

The song reached its climax with a punishing sequence that had them both pushing their limits, but they held together through pure determination and their increasingly seamless connection. When the final notes ended, they were both breathing hard and slightly sweaty, but grinning at each other with shared exhilaration.

 

The screen displayed their scores: another perfect tie.

 

"Unbelievable, what the fuck," Bakugo muttered from his spot on the couch, though he looked grudgingly impressed.

 

"This is like watching magic," Kirishima said in awe.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's mixture of amazement and stubborn refusal to give up. The kid was ready to go to expert mode if necessary, and honestly, so was he.

 

"One more," they said in unison, then looked at each other and laughed at their perfect timing even in speech.

 

Expert mode was brutal, patterns that flashed by so quickly they were almost impossible to follow, sequences that demanded perfect timing and flawless execution. But they threw themselves into it with everything they had, their bond creating an almost supernatural coordination between them.

 

Through their connection, Aizawa could feel the intensity of Midoriya's desire to win, to prove himself, to impress his teacher. The need was so strong it was almost overwhelming, mixed with pure determination and the kind of competitive fire that Aizawa had come to associate with everything Midoriya did.

 

'He wants this so badly,' Aizawa realized, feeling the depth of Midoriya's longing to succeed at something that mattered to him. 'To show me he can beat me at something.'

 

The song built to its impossibly complex finale, both of them hitting every mark perfectly despite the punishing difficulty. But as the very last arrow appeared on screen, a simple step that would seal their inevitable tie, Aizawa made a split second decision.

 

He missed it. Just barely, just enough.

 

"YES!" Midoriya shouted as his score flashed on screen, finally higher than Aizawa's by a point. "I won! I actually won!"

 

Before Aizawa could react, Midoriya launched himself forward in pure joy, wrapping his arms around Aizawa in an exuberant hug that nearly knocked them both over. Midoriya's legs wrapped around Aizawa's waist, keeping him suspended in the air. Through their bond, the kid's happiness was like sunshine, warm and brilliant and absolutely infectious.

 

"I beat you!" Midoriya laughed against his shoulder. "I can't believe I actually beat you!"

 

From across the room, Aizawa caught Todoroki's mismatched eyes watching him with a knowing look. Shinsou had lowered his phone and was smirking, clearly having noticed the

deliberate miss as well. But neither of them said anything, just exchanged a quick glance that spoke volumes.

 

'Good,' Aizawa thought, holding Midoriya close and feeling the kid's pure joy through their bond. 'Let him have this.'

 

Chapter 12: Ch.12

Evening

 

After extracting themselves from the excited crowd of students, they made their way back to their private quarters on the top floor. The adrenaline from dancing was still flowing through their bond, leaving both of them energized but content.

 

"So," Aizawa said as they entered their kitchen area, "what does the winner want for dinner?"

 

"Soba?" Midoriya asked hopefully, settling at their small table with his homework spread out before him. "If that's okay with you?"

 

"Soba it is," Aizawa agreed, already pulling ingredients from the refrigerator. It was a simple choice, but one that made sense after their active evening.

 

As the noodles cooked, Aizawa prepared a fruit bowl, slicing bananas and strawberries, adding grapes and raspberries, then dusting it all with a light coating of sugar. It was the kind of small gesture that had become natural for aizawa, taking care of midoriya in quiet ways.

 

"Aizawa?" Midoriya said as he worked on his assignment, pen tapping against his notebook. "For the project, what's your philosophy on rescue operations versus combat situations? Like, how do you prioritize when you're faced with both?"

 

The question was appropriately professional, exactly the kind of thing that belonged in a hero analysis paper. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's genuine academic interest, his desire to understand the complexities of professional hero work.

 

"Rescue always takes priority," Aizawa replied, stirring the soba noodles. "But the key is assessment speed. You have to be able to evaluate a situation in seconds and determine the most effective way to minimize overall harm."

 

Midoriya scribbled notes eagerly, and Aizawa found himself enjoying the chance to share his professional experience with someone who was genuinely interested in learning from it.

 

"What about when the situations are equally urgent?" Midoriya pressed, looking up from his notebook.

 

It felt good, Aizawa realized, to have normal conversations about hero work, to share his knowledge without the underlying tension that had been building between them the last couple days.

 

They settled into a comfortable rhythm as dinner cooked. Midoriya asking thoughtful questions about hero work while Aizawa shared practical insights from his years of experience. The conversation flowed naturally, professional and educational, exactly what their relationship should be.

 

"The soba's ready," Aizawa announced, plating the noodles and setting the fruit bowl between them on the table.

 

"This looks amazing," Midoriya said, closing his notebook to make room for dinner. "Thank you for cooking even though I won."

 

"A deal's a deal," Aizawa replied, though through their bond he could feel Midoriya's gratitude for more than just the meal, for the dancing, for these moments of normalcy between them.

 

They ate in comfortable silence for a while, the day's tensions finally settling into something peaceful. Through their connection, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's contentment, the way the simple domestic routine was soothing something in the kid that had been wound too tight.

 

"Aizawa?" Midoriya said quietly, reaching for a strawberry from the fruit bowl. "Thank you. For today, I mean. For dancing with me, for... everything."

 

The sincerity in his voice, combined with the warmth flowing through their bond, made something in Aizawa's chest tighten. He could feel that Midoriya wasn't just talking about the dancing, he was grateful for all the small kindnesses, the way Aizawa had been taking care of him despite their complicated situation.

 

"You don't need to thank me," Aizawa said, watching Midoriya bite into the strawberry. "We're managing this together."

 

Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's spike of affection at those words, the way being part of a team, being partners in handling their situation, meant something important to him.

 

The evening felt different from their previous night together. Calmer, more settled, like they'd found a rhythm that worked for both of them.

 

As they ate, Aizawa found himself studying the scene, Midoriya across from him at their small table, the soft lighting of their shared kitchen, the comfortable silence broken only by quiet conversation. It felt natural in a way that caught him off guard. 

 

'This should be normal,' he thought, watching Midoriya reach for another piece of fruit. 'This feels like it's supposed to be our life.'

 

The realization hit him with startling clarity. Not just the domestic routine, but the deeper connection, having someone to cook for, to take care of, to share quiet evenings with. Someone who understood his work, who challenged him, who looked at him like Midoriya was looking at him now, with warmth and affection and something deeper.

 

Through their bond, he felt an echo of his own feelings reflected back from Midoriya. The kid was experiencing the same sense of rightness, the same feeling that this was how things were meant to be between them. But there was something else in Midoriya's emotional state, a longing so intense it made Aizawa's breath catch.

 

'Forever,' came the whisper through their connection, not in words but in pure feeling. 'I want this to be forever. I want us to be together forever.'

 

The depth of Midoriya's yearning was overwhelming, not just for this moment, but for a future where they didn't have to pretend this was temporary, where they could build something real and lasting together. Where this domestic peace could be their actual life, not just a side effect of a quirk accident.

 

Aizawa felt his own heart respond to that longing, recognizing it because it matched something he'd been trying not to acknowledge in himself. The desire for this to be permanent, for Midoriya to be his in every way that mattered.

 

'Dangerous thoughts,' he told himself, but they felt more like inevitable truths than fantasies.

 

As they continued eating, Aizawa became hyper aware of every detail, the way Midoriya's eyes crinkled slightly when he smiled at something Aizawa said, the comfortable way they shared the fruit bowl between them, how perfectly they fit into this small space together. Even something as simple as sitting across from each other at a table felt fundamentally right in a way that made his chest ache.

 

'I want this,' the thought came unbidden but undeniable. 'I want no need him here, like this, every day.'

 

The image bloomed in his mind before he could stop it, coming home from patrol to find Midoriya waiting for him, or coming home with him from shared patrols, sharing meals and quiet conversations, falling asleep next to each other not because they were forced to by invisible chains, but because they chose to. Waking up every morning to see that peaceful, trusting expression on Midoriya's face.

 

'Every night,' his treacherous mind continued, painting vivid pictures of a life where this was their reality. 'Every morning. Forever.'

 

He knew he shouldn't be thinking these things, shouldn't be craving a future with his student with such desperate intensity. But through their bond, he could feel that Midoriya was happy, genuinely, completely happy at this moment and Aizawa found himself becoming addicted to that feeling. To being the one who put that contentment in Midoriya's emotional state.

 

'I want to make him happy like this always,' Aizawa realized with growing certainty. 'I want to take care of him, protect him, give him everything he needs.'

 

The possessive thought should have alarmed him, but instead it felt like coming home to a truth he'd been avoiding. He was starting to crave this domestic intimacy, this partnership, this feeling of belonging together in ways that went far beyond a temporary quirk bond.

 

Through their connection, he could feel Midoriya's own contentment, the way the kid was savoring every moment of their shared evening, treasuring it like something precious he was afraid to lose.

 

"I need to finish grading these papers," Aizawa said reluctantly as they cleared their dinner dishes. "If I get them done tonight, we can have a more peaceful morning tomorrow."

 

"That sounds good," Midoriya replied, gathering his own materials. "I think I'll work on my personal hero analysis. I have some notes I want to write up."

 

They settled into their evening routine, Aizawa at the table with his red pen and stack of papers, while Midoriya curled up on the small couch with his notebook and pen. The domestic scene felt comfortable, natural, like they'd been doing this for years instead of days.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's concentration as he worked, the way the kid approached his personal analysis with that familiar intensity. There was something soothing about sharing the quiet workspace, both of them focused on their respective tasks but aware of each other's presence.

 

Aizawa found himself curious about what Midoriya was writing in that notebook of his, the kid was always scribbling observations and insights about heroes and quirks, filling page after page with his detailed analysis.

 

"What are you working on?" Aizawa asked after a while, glancing up from a particularly poorly written essay about quirk law.

 

"Just some observations," Midoriya said, his cheeks flushing slightly. "About... different fighting styles and techniques I've been studying."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel that there was more to it than that, whatever Midoriya was writing was making him feel slightly flustered and self conscious, though not in a bad way.

 

"Anything interesting?" Aizawa pressed gently, genuinely curious about the kid's analytical process.

 

"Maybe," Midoriya replied, ducking his head over his notebook with a small smile. "I'll let you know when I'm done."

 

They lapsed back into comfortable silence, the only sounds the scratch of Aizawa's pen on papers and the soft rustle of Midoriya turning pages in his notebook. The peaceful atmosphere settled around them like a warm blanket.

 

After about twenty minutes, it started again, that soft, unconscious humming that gradually grew into something more. Midoriya's voice began to weave a gentle melody, wordless at first, as he became lost in whatever he was writing.

 

This time, Aizawa was ready. He quietly reached for his phone, opening the recording app with practiced stealth while keeping his eyes on his grading. He wasn't going to miss capturing this moment again.

 

Midoriya's voice was different tonight, softer, more content than the melancholy beauty of the previous evening. The melody spoke of warmth and safety, of finding something precious and wanting to hold onto it forever. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel the emotions behind the song: deep affection, gratitude, and that same longing for permanence that had been flowing between them all evening.

 

Words began to accompany the tune, so quiet they were barely more than whispered music:

 

"Safe and warm in golden light...

Everything just feels so right...

Never want this dream to end...

More than student, more than friend..."

 

Aizawa's breath caught, but he kept the recording going, capturing every note of Midoriya's unconscious confession. The kid had no idea he was singing, completely absorbed in his notebook and the feelings flowing through their bond.

 

Through their connection, Aizawa felt the pure contentment radiating from Midoriya, the way this quiet evening together was inspiring something beautiful and honest in him, something he was expressing without even realizing it.

 

Aizawa found himself completely absorbed in the performance, his grading forgotten as he listened to every nuance of Midoriya's voice. That ethereal, siren like quality was even more pronounced tonight, as if their growing bond was enhancing the kid's natural ability to pour his soul into song.

 

The melody continued to weave through the room, and Aizawa felt himself being drawn deeper into the meaning behind every note. This wasn't just unconscious humming, this was Midoriya's heart speaking directly, unfiltered by self consciousness or fear. The song painted pictures of the life they'd been building together, the domestic peace they'd found, the way simple moments like sharing dinner or working quietly side by side had become precious beyond measure.

 

'He's singing about us,' Aizawa realized with startling clarity. 'About this. About wanting it to be real.'

 

Through their bond, he could feel the emotions that inspired each phrase, the gratitude for being taken care of, the wonder at feeling so safe and cherished, the desperate hope that somehow this wouldn't have to end when the quirk wore off. Midoriya's voice carried all of it with that haunting beauty that made Aizawa's chest ache with unnamed feelings.

 

The kid's voice was hypnotic, weaving around Aizawa's consciousness like a spell. He could have listened to this forever, to Midoriya unconsciously confessing his deepest feelings through song, creating something beautiful from the complex tangle of emotions between them.

 

'I could fall asleep to this voice every night,' Aizawa thought, then caught himself at the intimacy of that desire. But the damage was done, he was completely entranced by the siren call of Midoriya's unconscious serenade.

 

As the first song faded into gentle humming, Midoriya seamlessly transitioned into something new. This melody was even more intimate, carrying a yearning that made Aizawa's breath catch. Through their bond, he could feel the shift in Midoriya's emotional state, deeper, more vulnerable, touched with a longing that was unmistakably physical.

 

The words that emerged were whispered like secrets, barely audible but crystal clear in the quiet room:

 

"Gentle touches, soft and sweet...

Strong arms where our hearts can meet...

Warm beside me through the night...

Hold me close till morning light..."

 

Aizawa's hand stilled completely on his phone, his grading utterly forgotten as Midoriya's unconscious confession washed over him. The kid was singing about wanting to be held, about craving physical closeness and comfort. About wanting Aizawa's strength wrapped around him.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt the depth of Midoriya's need, not just emotional, but physical. The desire to be touched gently, to feel safe in someone's arms, to wake up next to warmth and strength. It was innocent and sensual at the same time, pure in its honesty.

 

'He wants me to hold him,' Aizawa realized, his pulse quickening. 'Really hold him. Not just because of the chains.'

 

The siren like quality of Midoriya's voice seemed to wrap around Aizawa's mind, making it impossible to think of anything except how perfectly the kid would fit in his arms, how right it would feel to give him everything he was unconsciously asking for.

 

The song continued, painting vivid pictures of gentle intimacy that left Aizawa aching with want and the terrible knowledge that he was falling deeper into something he shouldn't desire but couldn't resist.

 

The melody flowed on, Midoriya's voice weaving through phrases about safety and trust, about finding home in someone else's presence. Each word seemed to pull at something deep in Aizawa's chest, making it impossible to stay where he was.

 

Almost without conscious decision, Aizawa found himself standing, moving quietly across the room. The invisible chains allowed him to settle on the couch beside Midoriya, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from the kid's body.

 

Midoriya didn't seem to notice the movement, too lost in his unconscious performance and whatever he was writing in his notebook. The song continued, his voice taking on an even more intimate quality now that Aizawa was near, as if their proximity was influencing the melody itself.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel the immediate comfort that his closeness brought to Midoriya, a settling, like something that had been restless was finally at peace. The kid's body language relaxed further, unconsciously leaning slightly in Aizawa's direction as he sang.

 

'This is what he wants,' Aizawa thought, watching Midoriya's peaceful expression as the gentle song continued. 'Just this. To not be alone.'

 

The realization hit him with surprising force, underneath all the complexity of their situation, Midoriya's deepest desire was simple. He wanted companionship, comfort, someone to be close to who made him feel safe and cherished.

 

And somehow, impossibly, he'd chosen Aizawa to be that person.

 

The song began to wind down, but Midoriya's voice remained soft and content, the melody trailing off into gentle humming as he continued writing, completely unaware that his audience had moved close enough to touch.

 

As the humming gradually faded into silence, Midoriya finally looked up from his notebook, pen still poised over the page. He blinked in surprise when he realized Aizawa was sitting right beside him on the couch, close enough that their shoulders were almost touching.

 

"Oh," Midoriya said softly, his cheeks flushing pink. "When did you...?"

 

"A few minutes ago," Aizawa replied quietly, not moving away despite being caught. "You were concentrating pretty intensely."

 

Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's spike of self consciousness mixed with pleased embarrassment at having Aizawa so close. The kid didn't pull away either, seeming to savor the proximity even as he processed the situation.

 

"Was I... was I doing something again?" Midoriya asked, that familiar worry creeping into his voice. "Humming or...?"

 

"Singing," Aizawa confirmed, his voice gentle. "You have a beautiful voice."

 

The compliment sent a warm flutter through their connection, and Midoriya ducked his head shyly. "I don't even realize I'm doing it. I'm sorry if it was distracting you from your work."

 

"It wasn't distracting," Aizawa said, and realized he meant it in more ways than one. "It was... peaceful."

 

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, both aware of how close they were, how natural it felt to share the small couch. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's contentment at having him near, the way his presence seemed to complete something that had been missing.

 

"What were you writing?" Aizawa asked, nodding toward the notebook still open in Midoriya's lap.

 

"Just some hero analysis," Midoriya replied, his voice still soft from the lingering intimacy of the moment. "I was working on observations about different quirks and fighting styles."

 

He hesitated for a moment, then seemed to decide to trust Aizawa with his work. Carefully, he turned the notebook so Aizawa could see the page he'd been working on.

 

"This one's about Present Mic," Midoriya explained, pointing to neat columns of notes and detailed diagrams. "I was trying to analyze how his quirk affects his combat effectiveness versus his support capabilities."

 

Aizawa leaned closer to read the analysis, impressed despite himself by the thoroughness of Midoriya's observations. The kid had documented everything from Mic's range limitations to the psychological impact of his sound based attacks.

 

"You're missing something important," Aizawa said, settling more comfortably against the couch. "Zashi's quirk isn't just enhanced volume, it's complete vocal control. His voice is his quirk."

 

Midoriya's eyes widened with interest. "What do you mean?"

 

"If I erased his quirk, he'd be temporarily mute," Aizawa explained. "Not just quiet, completely unable to speak until my erasure ended. His vocal cords are enhanced by his quirk to the point where normal speech is quirk dependent."

 

"Really?" Midoriya's pen was already moving, scribbling down this new information with obvious excitement. "That's a significant vulnerability I hadn't considered. And it would also mean his quirk is constantly active at some level, even during normal conversation."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's genuine enthusiasm for this kind of detailed analysis, the way his mind immediately began connecting the implications to broader strategic considerations.

 

"Exactly," Aizawa said, finding himself enjoying this sharing of professional insights. "It's why underground heroes like me are effective against flashier heroes, the more dependent they are on their quirks, the more devastating erasure becomes."

 

Bed

 

As the evening wound down, they fell into their bedtime routine. The three foot chain limitation meant their usual awkward bathroom arrangements, but they'd developed a system that preserved what privacy they could manage.

 

"Your turn," Aizawa said as they approached the bathroom, settling into his spot by the doorframe while Midoriya gathered his things.

 

Aizawa sat with his back firmly against the wall, staring determinedly at the opposite side of the room. But through their bond, he couldn't block out everything, he felt Midoriya's movements, the way the kid tried to be quick and efficient, the slight self consciousness that came with being so close to someone during such private moments.

 

And underneath his own careful control, Aizawa was aware of a treacherous part of his mind that whispered about how easy it would be to just turn his head, just glance through the cracked door. The temptation was there, faint but persistent, made worse by the way their bond carried echoes of physical sensation.

 

'Don't,' he commanded himself firmly. 'He trusts you.'

 

When it was his turn, they reversed positions. Midoriya sat facing away from the bathroom, but Aizawa could feel through their connection that the kid was dealing with the same struggle, the awareness of how close they were, how little actually separated them, and the growing temptation that their bond seemed to amplify.

 

Through their shared connection, each of them felt the other's careful restraint, the deliberate effort to maintain appropriate boundaries even as something deeper pulled at them both. It was a delicate balance between respect and desire, made more complicated by the fact that they could sense each other's internal battles.

 

'This is getting harder,' Aizawa realized as he finished quickly, both literally and figuratively. 'Every night, maintaining these boundaries becomes more difficult.'

 

As they prepared for bed, Aizawa found himself struggling with more than just the logistics of their situation. Midoriya emerged from the bathroom with his hair still damp from the shower, water droplets catching the light as they traced paths down his face and neck. A line of water going down midoriya's chest right over his perky little nipple. 

 

'Don't stare,' Aizawa told himself, but it was impossible not to notice how the months of training had shaped Midoriya into something that was no longer the scrawny kid who'd first entered UA. His chest was defined with lean muscle, and the way the water caught the light on his skin made Aizawa's mouth go dry. He wanted to lick and suck on that wet nipple.

 

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away and focus on his own preparations for bed. But through their bond, he felt Midoriya's awareness of being watched, a flutter of self consciousness mixed with something that might have been pleased with satisfaction at the attention.

 

'He knows I was looking,' Aizawa realized with a spike of embarrassment. 'And he... doesn't seem to mind.'

 

The observation was dangerous territory, but impossible to ignore when their connection made every emotional nuance clear. Midoriya wasn't uncomfortable with Aizawa's attention, if anything, there was a warmth in his emotional state that suggested he welcomed it.

 

They moved toward their shared bed, both still shirtless in the warm room, the minimal clothing necessitated by comfort and practicality. But what had started as simple convenience now felt charged with new meaning as they settled carefully onto their respective sides.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Midoriya's awareness of their state of undress, the way their bare skin and proximity created an intimacy that went beyond just sharing sleeping space. Each night, the careful distance they tried to maintain felt less like necessity and more like an artificial barrier to something they both wanted but weren't ready to acknowledge.

 

'This is becoming impossible,' Aizawa thought as they settled under the covers, hyper aware of every inch of space between them and the way Midoriya's warmth seemed to call

to him across that small divide.

 

Chapter 13: Ch.13

 

Morning 

 

Izuku woke slowly, immediately aware of several things that made his heart race. He was pressed completely against Aizawa's chest, with his teacher's back against the wall and strong arms wrapped securely around his lower waist. The position was intimate, protective, and absolutely perfect.

 

Through their bond, he could feel that Aizawa was still deeply asleep, his breathing steady and peaceful. The arms around him were relaxed but possessive, holding him close like something precious that needed to be protected.

 

'He's holding me,' Izuku thought with wonder, not wanting to move and disturb this perfect moment. 'Really holding me.'

 

The warmth of Aizawa's body against his, the safety he felt wrapped in those strong arms, the rightness of being exactly where he was, it all combined to create a feeling of contentment so complete it almost hurt. This was what he'd been unconsciously singing about, what he'd been longing for without quite knowing how to ask.

 

A idea began to form in his mind. He wanted to do something special for Aizawa, to show his gratitude for everything, the dancing, the patience, the way his teacher had been taking care of him despite their complicated situation. 

 

Breakfast. He could surprise Aizawa with breakfast in bed. Maybe he could get the class to help, have them make something special and bring it up to their shared quarters.

 

Very carefully, trying not to disturb Aizawa's peaceful sleep, Izuku reached for his phone on the nightstand. The movement caused Aizawa's arms to tighten slightly around him, a unconscious gesture that made Izuku's heart flutter even as he tried to focus on his plan.

 

He opened the class group chat and typed quietly:

 

Izuku: Hey everyone! Could someone make breakfast for Aizawa-sensei and me and bring it up? Want to surprise him. Something nice? Please? 🥺

 

The response was almost immediate, even though it was still early:

 

Mina: OMG YES! Breakfast date delivery service! 💕

 

Sato: I can make French toast and eggs! What time?

 

Todoroki: I'll help. What does Aizawa-sensei prefer?

 

Kaminari: This is so cute I might die

 

Kirishima: We got you bro! 👊

 

Izuku smiled at his phone, warmth spreading through his chest at his friend's immediate willingness to help. He typed back:

 

Izuku: In like an hour? He's still sleeping and looks so peaceful. Maybe french toast cut out like cats? He pretends not to like cute things but I think he secretly does. Thank you guys so much! ❤️

 

Mina: FRENCH TOAST CATS YES! On it! This is the most adorable thing ever! 😻

 

Sato: cat shaped French toast, eggs, and  bacon coming right up!

 

Kaminari: I'm bringing my camera this is too precious

 

Shinso: Don't you dare wake them up with your loud mouth, Kaminari

 

'Just a quick text,' he told himself, settling back into Aizawa's warm embrace. 'Then I can figure out the perfect way to surprise him when he wakes up.'

 

As he relaxed deeper into Aizawa's protective hold, Izuku had another thought. He opened a private message to Shinso:

 

Izuku: Can you bring it up yourself? Just you? And maybe ask Momo to make a tray table so we can eat on the couch?

 

The response came quickly:

 

Shinso: Planning something romantic? Trying to get lucky? 😏

 

Izuku: Just want it to be peaceful and private

 

Shinso: I'll handle it. Momo can definitely make a tray table. One hour?

 

Izuku: Perfect. Thank you Hitoshi ❤️

 

Shinso: You owe me details later

 

Izuku set his phone aside with a soft smile, though in his mind he was actually thinking about eating in bed rather than just the couch. The idea of surprising Aizawa with breakfast in bed, of being able to stay in this perfect position while sharing a meal together, felt incredibly intimate and right.

 

'Maybe we could just... stay here,' he thought dreamily, feeling Aizawa's steady breathing against his hair. 'Eat breakfast together like this, all warm and close and perfect.'

 

Through their bond, he could feel Aizawa's deep contentment in sleep, the way his teacher's subconscious mind seemed as reluctant to let go of this closeness as Izuku was. 

 

'Just a little longer,' Izuku decided, settling more comfortably against Aizawa's chest. 'Then I'll wake him up with the most perfect breakfast surprise ever.'

 

Breakfast Surprise 

 

An hour later, a soft knock at the door stirred them both. Izuku felt Aizawa wake slowly through their bond, his teacher's confusion as he became aware of their intimate position, Izuku pressed against his chest, strong arms wrapped protectively around his waist.

 

"Wha...?" Aizawa mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, and Izuku felt his heart flutter at how adorable he sounded when he was still groggy.

 

"That's the surprise," Izuku said softly, reluctantly extracting himself from Aizawa's warm embrace. The loss of contact made him ache, but his excitement about the surprise helped him move. "Stay there, I'll get it."

 

Through their bond, Izuku could feel Aizawa's sleepy confusion, but also his growing curiosity. As Izuku padded to the door, he was acutely aware of his own hunger, not just for the food waiting outside, but for more of what they'd just shared. More mornings like this, more of Aizawa's arms around him, more of feeling so perfectly safe and wanted.

 

"Special delivery," Shinso's amused voice came from the hallway as Izuku opened the door.

 

Izuku's eyes widened as Shinso entered with the most beautiful breakfast setup he could have imagined. The tray table Momo had created was elegant and practical, holding two plates decorated with tiny cat silhouettes around the edges. The French toast cut into adorable cat shapes, the eggs fluffy, and the bacon exactly as he'd requested.

 

But what made Izuku's breath catch was the small glass vase between the trays, two glass roses with dark green and black swirls throughout, catching the morning light beautifully.

 

"Momo insisted on the flowers," Shinso said with a knowing smirk. "Momo thought the colors were... appropriate."

 

Izuku felt warmth bloom in his chest as he looked at Aizawa's touched expression, feeling through their bond how the thoughtful gesture had affected his teacher. This was exactly what he'd hoped for, a moment that was romantic and meaningful and perfect.

 

After Shinso left with another knowing smirk and a quiet "enjoy your breakfast date," Izuku carefully carried the tray table back to their bed. His heart raced with anticipation as he settled the elegant setup between them on the mattress.

 

"Come on," Izuku said softly, patting the space beside him on the bed. "Let's eat here."

 

Aizawa moved to join him, and they settled close enough that their arms brushed as they reached for their food. The casual contact sent little sparks of pleasure through their bond, and Izuku could feel how much Aizawa was affected by the whole setup, the thoughtful breakfast, the intimate setting, the way they were sharing something so domestic and romantic.

 

Through their connection, Izuku felt Aizawa's captivation with the moment, his pleased satisfaction at their closeness, the way his teacher was struggling with how right this felt despite knowing he shouldn't want it so much.

 

'This is perfect,' Izuku thought as he took a bite of the French toast, savoring both the taste and the way Aizawa's contentment flowed through their bond. 'This is exactly what I want every morning to be like.'

 

The domesticity of it, sharing breakfast in bed, the gentle touches as they passed things back and forth, the comfortable intimacy of being so close while the morning light filtered through their windows, felt more romantic than any grand gesture could have been.

 

"The cat shaped French toast was a nice touch," Aizawa said quietly, and Izuku felt a flutter of pride at the fondness in his voice.

 

"I thought you might secretly like cute things," Izuku admitted, feeling his cheeks warm. Through their bond, he felt Aizawa's surprise and something that might have been tender at how well Izuku knew him.

 

'This feels like home,' Izuku realized, watching Aizawa's small smile as he examined one of the glass roses. 'Like we're already together, already a couple. Like this is our life.'

 

Pool Training 

 

The afternoon sun reflected off the water as Class 1A gathered around the school's large swimming pool. Aizawa had implemented his plan from the previous day, deciding that pool training would be beneficial for the class, though his motives weren't entirely professional.

 

He sat on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water, wearing simple black swim trunks. The invisible chains connecting him to Midoriya allowed the kid to move freely in the shallow end while Aizawa supervised from his position.

 

Midoriya was in the water with several of his classmates, the cool pool providing relief from the warm afternoon. He was currently talking animatedly with Todoroki and Shinso, his enthusiasm for hero training evident even during what was supposed to be a more relaxed exercise session.

 

"The water resistance is great for quirk control," Midoriya was saying, green lightning crackling briefly around him in the water. "It forces you to be more precise with power output."

 

"Useful for temperature regulation too," Todoroki agreed, steam rising slightly from the water around him. "Helps me practice maintaining exact temperatures."

 

Shinso floated nearby with a more relaxed expression. "Some of us are just here to swim," he said dryly, though his eyes kept flicking toward Aizawa with that knowing look he'd been wearing for days.

 

From his spot on the pool's edge, Aizawa watched the interaction while keeping track of all his students. Through their bond, he could feel Midoriya's joy at the physical activity and time with his friends, mixed with an awareness of Aizawa's presence that sent little flutters of warmth through their connection.

 

'This was supposed to be a test,' Aizawa reminded himself, observing Midoriya's easy movements in the water. 'To see how he reacts to you in this context.'

 

But so far, the kid seemed more focused on training and socializing than on his teacher's state of undress.

 

As Aizawa watched Midoriya interact with his friends, he found himself unconsciously probing their bond to understand the kid's feelings toward his classmates. It was purely observational, he told himself, understanding the dynamics of his student's relationships was part of his job as their teacher.

 

Through their connection, he felt Midoriya's warm fondness for Todoroki, genuine friendship built on mutual respect and shared experiences. There was comfort there, but nothing romantic, just the solid foundation of someone who understood the complexities of their world.

 

With Shinso, the emotional resonance was different but equally platonic. Aizawa felt something like brotherhood flowing through their bond when Midoriya looked at the purple haired boy, a deep connection born of similar struggles and understanding, but again, nothing that sparked romantic interest.

 

When Ashido and Yaoyorozu joined their group in the pool, chattering excitedly about the training exercise, Aizawa paid careful attention to Midoriya's emotional response. The warmth was there friendship, appreciation, genuine care for his female classmates, but nothing that suggested attraction. No flutter of interest, no spike of awareness beyond platonic affection.

 

'Interesting,' Aizawa thought, filing away this information. Through their bond, he could sense that Midoriya's romantic and physical interests seemed to be... selective. Very selective.

 

The observation was both relieving and troubling. It confirmed that Midoriya wasn't simply attracted to anyone close to him, that his feelings weren't just teenage hormones running wild. But it also suggested that what was happening between them was specific, intentional, and definitely not a result of their forced proximity.

 

'He chose me,' Aizawa realized with a mix of satisfaction and concern. 'Out of everyone he could develop feelings for, he chose me.'

 

Curiosity got the better of him. Aizawa decided to test his theory, to see if Midoriya was as aware of him as he suspected. Casually, he leaned back on his hands, the movement naturally exposing more of his bare chest to the afternoon sun. He shifted his position slightly, letting his legs open a bit more as he sat on the pool's edge.

 

The response through their bond was immediate and overwhelming.

 

Aizawa felt a sharp spike of awareness crash through their connection, appreciation, desire, and something deeper that made Midoriya's enhanced physiology react instantly. The kid's focus on his conversation with Todoroki and Shinso faltered as his attention was unconsciously drawn toward his teacher.

 

Without seeming to realize what he was doing, Midoriya began moving through the water back toward Aizawa's position, his body apparently drawn by an instinct he wasn't even aware of. The movement was subtle enough that his friends didn't notice, but Aizawa felt every moment of it through their bond.

 

'So he is watching,' Aizawa thought with dark satisfaction, maintaining his casual pose while feeling Midoriya's struggle to focus on anything other than the sight of his teacher's exposed form. 'And he's definitely affected.'

 

Through their connection, he could feel Midoriya's enhanced physiology responding to the visual, the way his body was betraying his careful attempts to appear unaffected. The kid was trying desperately to continue his conversation, but his attention kept drifting back to Aizawa with an intensity that was impossible to ignore.

 

"Midoriya?" Todoroki's voice carried a note of concern. "Are you alright? You seem distracted."

 

Aizawa felt Midoriya's spike of panic through their bond as he realized he'd been caught staring.

 

Through their connection, Aizawa watched with considerable amusement as Midoriya fumbled for an explanation, his thoughts racing as he tried to come up with something that wouldn't reveal what had actually distracted him.

 

"I'm just... getting a little hot," Midoriya said, his voice slightly strained as he tried to sound casual. "I think I'm going to get a popsicle from the cooler."

 

The excuse was weak, considering he was literally standing in a cool pool, but Todoroki simply nodded with his characteristic acceptance of face-value explanations.

 

"That sounds refreshing," Todoroki agreed. "The sun is quite intense today."

 

Shinso, however, raised an eyebrow and glanced between Midoriya and Aizawa with that knowing look that suggested he understood exactly what kind of "heat" was affecting his friend.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's relief at the accepted excuse, mixed with embarrassment at how obvious his reaction must have been. The kid began moving toward the pool's edge where the cooler sat, which would conveniently bring him closer to Aizawa's position.

 

'Clever kitten, Aizawa thought, maintaining his relaxed pose while feeling Midoriya's continued awareness of his every movement. 'Using the popsicle as an excuse to get closer without making it obvious.'

 

As Midoriya approached, water dripping from his hair and shoulders, Aizawa could feel through their bond exactly how much effort it was taking the kid to appear unaffected by their proximity. The enhanced physiology that made everything more intense for Midoriya was definitely working against his attempts at casual behavior.

 

"Getting overheated?" Aizawa asked mildly, though through their connection he could feel that overheating was definitely an accurate description of Midoriya's current state.

 

Midoriya pulled himself up to sit on the pool's edge near the cooler, water streaming from his body as he reached for a cherry popsicle. The red color seemed fitting, Aizawa thought, considering how flushed the kid had been getting.

 

What Aizawa hadn't anticipated was how completely fixated he would become watching Midoriya with the popsicle. The kid brought it to his lips innocently enough, but every lick, every gentle sucking motion as he tried to cool down, sent Aizawa's mind places it definitely shouldn't go. He wanted those soft lips rapped around his dick sucking, licking. 

 

Through their bond, he could feel the cold sweetness on Midoriya's tongue, the way the frozen treat provided relief from more than just the heat. It was an unexpectedly intimate sensation, feeling what Midoriya tasted and experienced as if it were happening to him.

 

'Stop staring,' Aizawa commanded himself, but found it impossible to look away. Midoriya sat there in the afternoon sunlight, water droplets catching the light on his skin, completely unaware of the effect he was having as he worked on the popsicle with unconscious sensuality.

 

'He looks like the sun,' Aizawa thought, taking in the way the light seemed to make Midoriya glow, the genuine contentment flowing through their bond as the kid enjoyed the simple pleasure of the cold treat. 'Bright and warm and absolutely beautiful.'

 

The realization that he was getting aroused just from watching Midoriya eat a popsicle hit him with a mixture of self recrimination and helpless desire. This was supposed to be a simple test, not an exercise in torture.

 

'Get yourself together,' he berated himself, but the damage was done. Through their bond, he felt Midoriya's subtle awareness of his attention, the way the kid's enjoyment of the popsicle seemed to intensify knowing he was being watched.

 

After finishing the popsicle, Midoriya slipped back into the pool with a satisfied sigh. Through their bond, Aizawa felt the kid's contentment at having cooled down, though the underlying awareness of his teacher's presence remained like a constant warm undercurrent.

 

"Midoriya!" Uraraka called out from across the pool, waving enthusiastically. "Come help us with relay races!"

 

"Oh, we should join them," Todoroki said, starting to move toward where Iida was organizing students into teams with his characteristic precision and enthusiasm.

 

"Actually," Uraraka added, grabbing Todoroki's arm with a grin, "Todoroki, you're on my team! Iida needs someone who can regulate their speed!"

 

Before Todoroki could respond, he was being dragged away by the enthusiastic pair, leaving Midoriya alone with Shinso in the quieter section of the pool.

 

Aizawa watched as Shinso moved closer to Midoriya, his purple eyes holding that familiar knowing look. From his position on the pool's edge, Aizawa could just make out their conversation, and through their bond, he felt Midoriya's slight nervousness about whatever his friend was about to say.

 

"So," Shinso said with a smirk, his voice low enough that it wouldn't carry to the other students. "Having a good time?"

 

Through their connection, Aizawa felt Midoriya's spike of anxiety mixed with curiosity about what exactly Shinso was implying.

 

"It's good training," Midoriya replied carefully, though Aizawa could feel through their bond that he knew Shinso wasn't talking about the pool exercises.

 

 

Chapter 14: Ch.14

Shinso's smirk widened, and he leaned closer, his voice dropping to what he clearly thought was a whisper. "I'm not talking about the training, and you know it. I'm talking about the way you've been trying to get Aizawa's attention all afternoon. Eyeing him like he's candy and you need a bite."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's mortification spike like a live wire. The kid's face went bright red, and he glanced nervously toward where Aizawa was sitting.

 

"I don't know what you mean," Midoriya said weakly, but Shinso just raised an eyebrow.

 

"Really? The whole popsicle thing? Moving closer to him every chance you get? Come on, Midoriya, I'm not blind." Shinso's tone was amused rather than judgmental. "You've been trying to turn him on all day."

 

Midoriya's embarrassment crashed through their bond so intensely that Aizawa had to work to keep his expression neutral. The kid looked around frantically, then leaned even closer to Shinso, clearly hoping to keep his words from carrying.

 

"Maybe... maybe a little," Midoriya admitted in what he thought was a whisper. "But it's not like that! I mean, it is like that, but it's not just, I really care about him, and I thought maybe if he noticed me as..."

 

What Midoriya hadn't counted on was how sound carried over water, especially when Aizawa had years of training in surveillance and information gathering. Every word reached Aizawa's ears with crystal clarity, and through their bond, he felt the exact moment Midoriya realized his "whisper" hadn't been nearly quiet enough.

 

The panic that flooded their connection was immediate and overwhelming as Midoriya understood that Aizawa had heard every word of his confession.

 

"Oh no," Midoriya breathed, his eyes wide with horror as he met Aizawa's gaze across the pool.

 

Aizawa kept his expression carefully neutral, pretending to be absorbed in watching the other students' relay races. He could feel Midoriya's panic through their bond, the way the kid was desperately trying to gauge whether his confession had actually been overheard.

 

'Let him think you didn't hear,' Aizawa decided, maintaining his casual posture while internally processing everything Midoriya had just admitted. 'He's mortified enough as it is.'

 

After several tense seconds where Midoriya stared at him with growing anxiety, Aizawa simply looked over and raised an eyebrow. "Everything alright over there?" he asked in his usual dry tone, giving no indication that he'd heard anything more interesting than general pool chatter.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Midoriya's cautious relief begin to replace the panic. The kid's shoulders relaxed slightly as he seemed to convince himself that maybe, just maybe, his whispered confession hadn't carried as far as he'd feared.

 

"Y yeah," Midoriya called back, his voice still a bit shaky. "Just talking about training techniques."

 

Shinso shot him a look that clearly said 'that's what you're going with?' but didn't contradict the obvious lie.

 

Aizawa nodded and returned his attention to the relay races, though through their bond he could feel Midoriya's continued nervousness slowly giving way to relief. The kid was starting to relax again, believing he'd dodged a bullet.

 

'If only you knew,' Aizawa thought, filing away every word of what he'd heard while maintaining his facade of ignorance. 'That I heard everything, and that it changes everything.'

 

A wicked idea began to form in Aizawa's mind. If Midoriya thought he could play games, then two could definitely play. Rising from his position on the pool's edge, Aizawa moved to the cooler and selected a watermelon flavored popsicle.

 

He settled back into his spot, unwrapping the green treat with deliberate casualness. Through their bond, he immediately felt Midoriya's attention shift toward him, though the kid was trying to appear focused on his conversation with Shinso.

 

Aizawa brought the popsicle to his lips, taking his time with the first taste. The cold sweetness was refreshing in the afternoon heat, but what captured his attention was the immediate spike of awareness that crashed through their bond from Midoriya's direction.

 

'So that's how it feels from this side,' Aizawa thought with dark satisfaction, letting his tongue trace along the frozen treat with perhaps more deliberation than strictly necessary. Just slight letting himself imagine it's midoriya's hard leaking dick.

 

Through their connection, he felt exactly how the sight was affecting Midoriya, the way the kid's enhanced physiology responded instantly to watching his teacher's lips and tongue work against the popsicle. The cold sensation, the taste, even the motion itself felt surprisingly pleasant, though Aizawa hated to admit even to himself that he was enjoying this particular form of... retaliation.

 

'I shouldn't be doing this,' he thought, but continued anyway, feeling Midoriya's growing distraction through their bond. 'Shouldn't be thinking about him like this. About Izuku....'

 

The thought stopped him cold. When did he start thinking of his student as "Izuku" instead of "Midoriya"? When did that shift happen in his mind?

 

'This is dangerous territory,' Aizawa warned himself, but he didn't stop with the popsicle, didn't stop the deliberate way he was affecting the kid who had just confessed to trying to turn him on.

 

As he continued working on the frozen treat, Aizawa's mind began to wander into territory he knew he should avoid. Being on my knees between his thighs. Through their bond, he could feel how flushed and flustered Izuku was becoming, the way the kid kept stealing glances at him while trying to maintain his conversation with Shinso.

 

'I shouldn't love how he looks when he's flustered,' Aizawa thought, even as he savored the way Izuku's enhanced physiology made every emotion more vivid through their connection. 'Shouldn't want to see him get that pretty pink flush, shouldn't want to watch him bat those long eyelashes at me like he does when he's nervous.'

 

He scolded himself mentally for the direction his thoughts were taking, but found it impossible to stop. The sight of Izuku trying so hard to appear unaffected while his body language betrayed his complete fascination was intoxicating. Wanting to know if he asked him to be good and not let anyone know could he git izuku to....

 

'This is wrong,' Aizawa told himself firmly. 'He's your student. You shouldn't be thinking about...'

 

But then, unbidden, a more dangerous thought crept in before fleeting thought but now: 'What if I was the one on my knees? What look would he have then?'

 

The image that flashed through his mind was so vivid it nearly made him choke on the popsicle. The thought of Izuku looking down at him with those wide green eyes, pupils blown with desire, that pretty mouth slightly open in surprise and want...

 

'Stop,' Aizawa commanded himself, but through their bond he felt an echo of heat that suggested his wayward thoughts were somehow bleeding through their connection. Izuku's face had gone even redder, and the kid was now actively struggling to follow whatever Shinso was saying.

 

'Get yourself together before you traumatize your student,' Aizawa thought desperately, though part of him noticed that Izuku didn't look traumatized so much as overwhelmed in the best possible way.

 

Aizawa finished the popsicle quickly, the sudden urgency to get out of this situation overtaking his earlier game. The pool exercise had definitely not gone according to his original plan, what was supposed to be a simple test had become something far more complicated and dangerous.

 

"Alright, everyone out," he called to the class, his voice carrying that tone of authority that brooked no argument. "Pool time's over. Back to the dorms."

 

There were a few groans of disappointment from students who had been enjoying the break from regular training, but they began climbing out of the pool obediently. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's mixture of relief and disappointment, relief that the intense moment was ending, but disappointment that they shared... whatever that had been... was being cut short.

 

As the students gathered their things and began the trek back to Heights Alliance, Aizawa and Izuku naturally fell into step together, the invisible chains requiring their continued proximity. The walk was quiet, both of them lost in their own thoughts about what had just transpired.

 

'I need to think,' Aizawa told himself as they climbed the stairs to their shared quarters. 'Need to figure out what the hell I'm doing and how far I'm willing to let this go.'

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's continued state of arousal and confusion, the way the afternoon's events had left him wound tight with want and uncertainty. The kid was stealing glances at him, clearly struggling with his own thoughts about what had happened by the pool.

 

When they reached their door, Aizawa realized that being alone together again was either going to provide clarity or make everything infinitely more complicated.

 

"We should shower first," Aizawa said once they were inside, trying to sound practical and normal. "Get the chlorine off."

 

The words were innocent enough, but after everything that had happened at the pool, even the mention of showering felt charged with new meaning. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's spike of awareness at the suggestion.

 

They fell into their usual routine, Izuku going first while Aizawa sat outside the cracked bathroom door, back against the wall, staring determinedly at anything except the small gap that showed movement and steam.

 

But this time was different. 

 

This time, Aizawa found himself hyper aware of every sensation that bled through their connection. He managed to block out most of the shared physical sensations during their previous shower arrangements, maintaining professional distance through sheer force of will.

 

Today, after the pool, after the popsicles, after hearing Izuku's whispered confession about trying to turn him on, Aizawa's mental barriers were completely shattered.

 

He felt everything, the warm water cascading over Izuku's skin, the way the kid's hands moved over his body to wash away the chlorine, the heightened sensitivity that seemed to make every touch more intense than it should be. Through their bond, Aizawa experienced every moment of Izuku cleaning himself, and it was driving him absolutely insane.

 

'Block it out,' he commanded himself desperately, but it was useless. His enhanced awareness of Izuku through their connection was making this simple shower feel like the most intimate experience of his life.

 

Through the bond, he felt Izuku's own awareness of the shared sensations, the way the kid was trying to hurry while being unable to completely suppress his body's responses to knowing that Aizawa could feel everything.

 

'This is torture,' Aizawa thought, gripping his knees tighter as another wave of shared sensation crashed through their connection.

 

The guilt was eating at him, he knew this was wrong, and knew he was experiencing something intensely private that Izuku couldn't control sharing. But despite his moral objections, despite knowing he should be trying harder to block out their bond, Aizawa found himself unable to stop.

 

'I'm not looking,' he rationalized desperately. 'I'm keeping the last boundary we have intact. I'm not crossing that line.'

 

But even as he thought it, he knew it was a flimsy justification. The fact that he couldn't see what was happening didn't make the intensity of what he was feeling through their bond any less intimate. If anything, the sensations were more vivid because his imagination was filling in what his eyes couldn't see.

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's awareness of the shared experience, the way the kid was caught between embarrassment and something else, something that felt dangerously close to exhibitionism. The knowledge that Aizawa could feel everything he was doing seemed to be affecting Izuku in ways that made the shower take longer than it should have.

 

'He knows I can feel it,' Aizawa realized with a mixture of horror and arousal. 'And he's not exactly rushing to stop the sensations.'

 

The guilt intensified, but so did his inability to pull back from their connection. He was drowning in shared sensation, experiencing every moment of Izuku's shower as if it were happening to his own body, and he couldn't bring himself to try harder to block it out.

 

'Just this once,' he told himself, knowing it was a lie. 'Just this once, and then I'll figure out how to maintain better boundaries.'

 

But even as he made the promise, he knew that whatever line they'd been walking had already been crossed, and there might be no going back.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa became aware that Izuku's movements were becoming more deliberate, slower. The kid was no longer rushing through his shower routine, if anything, he seemed to be drawing it out.

 

Aizawa felt the moment when Izuku took the loofah to his upper chest, the slight scratch of the textured surface against skin that sent a shiver through their connection. The sensation was perfect, not too rough, not too gentle, and through their bond, Aizawa experienced exactly how good it felt. Izuku gently rubbing it over each of his nipples, letting the loofah slightly catch them sending arousal through them.

 

'He's doing this on purpose,' Aizawa realized with a mixture of shock and arousal as he felt Izuku's satisfaction at the sensation.

 

When Izuku moved to wash his hair, Aizawa felt every moment of it, the way the kid's fingers worked through the wet strands, the slight pull that felt so good it made Aizawa's breath catch, bring his much closer to climaxing from that simple motion. The sensation of having his scalp massaged, of fingers tugging gently at his hair, was intoxicating even though it wasn't actually happening to him.

 

Then Izuku's hands moved to his neck, and instead of the quick wash this area usually received, the kid lingered. His fingers worked over the sensitive skin for several long seconds, the touch firm and thorough in a way that was clearly intentional.

 

Aizawa couldn't help himself, his mind began to wander, imagining what it would feel like to have those same hands on his own body, to have Izuku touch him with that same deliberate care. The daydream was vivid and immediate: those gentle but sure fingers were working over his skin, over his nipples, taking their time, making him feel as good as Izuku was clearly making himself feel.

 

'Stop,' he told himself, but the command was weak and his imagination was stronger. 'You can't think about him like this.'

 

But through their bond, every sensation Izuku was experiencing felt like a preview of what those hands could do to him, and Aizawa found himself completely lost in the fantasy.

 

The realization that Izuku enjoyed having his hair pulled sent Aizawa's thoughts in an even more dangerous direction. His mind immediately conjured images of his own fingers threading through those green curls, of the way Izuku would probably look with his head tilted back, eyes half closed in pleasure at the gentle tugging sensation.

 

Then, through their bond, Aizawa felt something that made his breath stop entirely.

 

Izuku's hand moved to his own throat, just briefly, just a gentle squeeze that lasted only a few seconds. But the spike of heat and arousal that crashed through their connection was unmistakable. The way Izuku's body responded to that brief pressure, the way it made him feel, was so intense it left Aizawa reeling.

 

'He likes that too,' Aizawa thought, his mind immediately spiraling into territory that was far beyond inappropriate. 'He likes being controlled, likes pressure, likes..'

 

The images that flooded his imagination were vivid and overwhelming: his hand around Izuku's throat, not hurting but controlling, feeling the kid's pulse under his fingers while those green eyes looked up at him with trust and want. The thought of having that kind of power over Izuku, of being the one to give him exactly what he needed...

 

'Stop,' Aizawa commanded himself desperately, but his thoughts kept spiraling further. The knowledge that Izuku was discovering and sharing these preferences through their bond, essentially showing Aizawa exactly what he wanted, was driving him absolutely insane.

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's continued arousal, the way the kid was clearly affected by knowing that Aizawa was experiencing every moment of his exploration. It was a feedback loop of shared desire that was becoming impossible to break.

 

'This has to stop,' Aizawa thought, even as he made no move to actually block their connection. 'Before we both lose control completely.'

 

But he couldn't make himself move. Despite everything happening, despite how close they both were to completely losing control, there was one line Aizawa absolutely refused to cross. He would not get up, would not go into that bathroom, would not see Izuku naked and vulnerable no matter how desperately his body was screaming at him to do exactly that. To pin izuku down and fuck into the tight little hole and make him moan my name.

 

'I won't cross that line,' he told himself fiercely, gripping his knees until his knuckles went white. 'No matter what happens, no matter what I'm feeling, I won't violate his privacy like that.'

 

It was the last shred of professional boundary he had left, and he clung to it desperately even as every other wall between them crumbled.

 

Then, through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's hands move to his chest, fingers beginning to work over his nipples with deliberate, teasing touches. The sensation crashed through their connection like lightning, and Aizawa nearly bit through his tongue trying to stay silent.

 

'He's really doing this,' Aizawa thought in a haze of shared arousal and disbelief. 'He's actually...'

 

The way Izuku was touching himself was slow and exploratory, clearly drawing out the sensation for both of them. Through their bond, Aizawa felt every circle of those fingers, every gentle pressure that made pleasure spike through their connection.

 

Aizawa was losing it completely. His breathing had become ragged, his body responding as if those touches were happening to him directly. The shared sensation was so intense it was making his vision blur, and he had to press his back harder against the wall to keep from doing something he'd regret.

 

'I can't,' he thought desperately, even as his body betrayed how much he wanted to. 'I can't cross that line. I won't.'

 

But staying still while experiencing every moment of what Izuku was doing to himself was its own kind of exquisite torture.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's hands begin to move lower, gripping himself before slowly pumping and that's when they both completely lost it. The shared sensation was too intense, too overwhelming, and despite all of Aizawa's attempts at control, their connection amplified everything until neither of them could hold back anymore.

 

Aizawa felt the exact moment when Izuku reached his breaking point, the way pleasure crashed through their bond so intensely that it triggered his own response. They came together through their shared connection, the experience so vivid and overwhelming that Aizawa had to bite his hand to keep from making any sound.

 

The aftermath left them both breathing hard, and through their bond, Aizawa could feel Izuku's mixture of satisfaction, embarrassment, and something that might have been pride at what they'd just shared.

 

'I really need that shower now,' Aizawa thought desperately, acutely aware of his own state and the fact that he would need to clean up before he could face Izuku again.

 

The sound of the shower turning off made him straighten, and through their connection, he felt Izuku's sudden nervousness about facing him after what had just happened. The kid was moving around the bathroom, probably getting dressed, trying to process the intensity of what they'd just experienced together.

 

"Bathroom's free," Izuku called out quietly, his voice slightly hoarse.

 

Chapter 15: Ch.15

Aizawa heard him moving into their shared bedroom, and through their bond, he could feel the kid's continued arousal mixed with uncertainty about what came next. They were going to have to face each other soon, and after what had just happened, pretending nothing had occurred was no longer an option.

 

'Cold shower,' Aizawa told himself as he stood on slightly unsteady legs. 'Very cold shower.'

 

But as he stepped into the bathroom, Aizawa realized that despite what had just happened, he could still feel heat radiating through their bond. He was still hard, which meant...

 

'Izuku's enhanced physiology,' he thought with a mixture of realization and dark satisfaction. 'His quirk makes his recovery time practically nonexistent. He's still aroused.'

 

Through their connection, Aizawa could feel that Izuku was indeed still affected, his enhanced metabolism having already reset his body for more. The kid was probably getting dressed while dealing with a continued boner, trying to figure out how to face his teacher after what they'd just shared.

 

'Two can play that game,' Aizawa decided, a wicked idea forming in his mind.

 

If Izuku thought he could torture him with deliberate sexual displays in the shower, then it was time for some retaliation. Aizawa stepped under the spray, but instead of the cold shower he'd originally planned, he kept the water warm.

 

He started slowly, letting his hands move over his body with the same deliberate care that Izuku had shown. Through their bond, he immediately felt the kid's sharp intake of breath from the bedroom, the way his attention was suddenly completely focused on what was happening in the bathroom.

 

'Let's see how you handle this,' Aizawa thought with satisfaction, beginning to wash himself with far more attention to detail than strictly necessary. 'Since you wanted to share sensations so badly. Brat'

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's growing desperation as he realized what was happening, the way the kid was struggling with his own renewed arousal while trying to get dressed.

 

'Turnabout is fair play,' Aizawa told himself, though he knew this was escalating their situation far beyond what either of them should be comfortable with.

 

Aizawa started with his hair, working the shampoo through the dark strands while deliberately scratching his scalp with his nails. The shampoo and conditioner smells like orange coffee shouldn't smell good together but smells amazing hizashi found it and deemed that it smells like him. He'd always loved that particular sensation, the slight sting that sent shivers down his spine and made his body respond in ways that were embarrassingly predictable.

 

After rinsing the soap away, he gathered his wet hair in his fist and pulled, the sharp tug sending a jolt of pleasure straight through him. It was a response he'd never been able to control, whether it was his own hands, a hairbrush catching a tangle, or even villains grabbing him during fights, having his hair pulled had always made him instantly hard.

 

Zashi and nemuri knew about this particular weakness, had known for years. When they thought he was getting too wound up, too stressed, one of them would find an excuse to tug his hair and watch him melt. He'd embarrassingly climaxed from it more than once in front of them, much to their amusement and his mortification. He had started keeping clean underwear with him just in case after the second time.

 

But now, through their bond, this knowledge was working entirely in his favor. What he felt, Izuku felt, and the response was immediate and addictive.

 

Through their connection, Aizawa felt Izuku's sharp gasp from the bedroom, the way the shared sensation of having his hair pulled hit the kid like a lightning bolt. The arousal that spiked through their bond was so intense it made Aizawa's knees weak, and he could feel how desperately Izuku was struggling to deal with the overwhelming sensation.

 

'Perfect,' Aizawa thought with dark satisfaction, giving his hair another deliberate tug. 'Let's see how long you can last.'

 

The feedback loop of shared pleasure was intoxicating, and Aizawa found himself addicted to the way Izuku responded to every sensation he created. He tugged his hair one more time sending them both climaxing, aizawa could feel how hard izuku came, could see how much he came as the white streaks get washed down the drain.

 

Emboldened by Izuku's reaction, Aizawa decided to explore more of his own responses. He brought his hand to his mouth, first running his fingers slowly over his parted lips, feeling the soft texture and warmth. Then he let his tongue trace over his fingertips before taking them into his mouth entirely.

 

He'd always had an oral fixation, craved having something in his mouth, whether it was fingers, popsicles,someone's tongue, a tongue ring, eating someone out or sucking someone off (the last sexual ones he has not done but he craves to do). The sensation of his own fingers against his tongue, the way he could suck and explore, was something that never failed to drive him wild.

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's immediate and overwhelming response to the shared sensation. The kid was probably barely staying upright in the bedroom, dealing with the intensity of feeling what it was like to have something in his mouth, to taste and suck and explore. If he had more time he would get his dildo the one just for sucking on.

 

His other hand moved to his chest, nails scraping deliberately over his nipples before pinching them just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through his system. The combination of sensations, his mouth occupied, his chest stimulated, was making his lower body twitch with desperate need to be touched.

 

But he held back from that, knowing that what he was already sharing through their bond was probably more than Izuku could handle. Through their connection, he could feel the kid's desperation, the way he was fighting to stay quiet in the bedroom while being overwhelmed by sensation after sensation.

 

'Is this too much?' Aizawa wondered briefly, but the wave of arousal and need coming from Izuku through their bond suggested that while it might be overwhelming, it definitely wasn't unwanted. He decided to finish once more, he needed to cum one more time. He gently brings his hand to his throat squeezing just enough to restrict his air but not cut it off. His other hand slid down cupping his balls before squeezing them, not hard just enough, before slowly stroking his dick. He ran his thumb over his leaking head gathering his excess cum and new pre cum before bringing it to his lips and sucking. 

 

Aizawa could feel how izuku's breathing was becoming erratic he's so close they both are. He then twirls his tongue around his fingers moaning softly before moving his hand to the back of his head. He braces himself as he squeezes his throat stopping the air flow at the same time he pulls his hair, the climax hits hard, his vision going white and his legs are like jelly. He can't hear anything for several seconds but he can tell he's scream moaning izukus name, he can feel through the bond izuku is doing the same.

 

Aizawa quickly finished his shower and dried off. As he's putting on clean pajama pants he can feel through the bond izuku rechanging out of his newly soaked boxers.

 

They settled awkwardly on the couch, maintaining careful distance despite the invisible chains connecting them. Neither wanted to address what had just happened in the showers, so they fell back on the safe routine of picking an action movie to watch together.

 

The opening credits of some hero blockbuster filled the silence between them, but the tension in the room was palpable. Through their bond, each could feel the other's lingering awareness of their shared experience, the way the air between them felt charged with unspoken acknowledgment.

 

Aizawa stared determinedly at the screen while trying to ignore how conscious he was of Izuku beside him, of the way their bond hummed with residual intimacy that neither of them knew how to address.

 

"This one's supposed to be good," Izuku said quietly, his voice slightly strained as he tried to inject normalcy into the moment.

 

"Mmm," Aizawa agreed noncommittally, though through their connection he could feel that neither of them was really paying attention to the movie.

 

The space between them on the couch felt both too far and not nearly far enough, and both of them were acutely aware that pretending nothing had changed was becoming an increasingly impossible task.

 

As the action movie played on, the tension in the room gradually gave way to a different kind of quiet. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's exhaustion beginning to take over, the combination of the pool training, the emotional intensity of the afternoon, and everything that had happened afterward was finally catching up with him.

 

Izuku's breathing began to slow and deepen, his body gradually relaxing against the couch cushions. When his head started to drift toward Aizawa's shoulder, the older man initially tensed, unsure if he should move away or let it happen.

 

But when Izuku's head finally came to rest against him, the kid's face peaceful in approaching sleep, Aizawa found he didn't have the heart to disturb him. Through their bond, he could feel how deeply Izuku needed this rest, how safe and content he felt in this moment.

 

'I shouldn't,' Aizawa thought, but even as he told himself this, he was already moving. Carefully, gently, he shifted Izuku's position so the kid's head was resting in his lap instead of awkwardly against his shoulder.

 

Izuku settled into the new position with a soft, contented sigh, and through their bond, Aizawa confirmed that he was truly asleep, not the light doze that could be easily disturbed, but deep, peaceful sleep.

 

Almost without conscious thought, Aizawa began running his fingers through Izuku's soft green curls. The motion was soothing for both of them, and through their connection, he could feel how much comfort it brought to the sleeping boy.

 

'Just for a little while,' Aizawa told himself, continuing the gentle stroking. 'Just until he wakes up.'

 

But even as he made the excuse, he knew this was yet another line being crossed, another step toward something he wasn't sure either of them was ready for.

 

As his fingers continued their gentle path through Izuku's hair, Aizawa's mind began to spiral with guilt and self recrimination. What had happened in the showers... what they had shared through their bond... it was so far beyond appropriate that he couldn't even begin to categorize it.

 

'I'm his teacher,' he thought desperately. 'I'm supposed to protect him, guide him, not... not whatever the hell that was.'

 

But even as the guilt crashed over him, he couldn't deny how much he'd enjoyed every moment of it. The intimacy, the shared sensations, the way Izuku had responded to everything he'd done, it had been the most intense experience of his life, and that terrified him.

 

'I want it to happen again,' he admitted to himself with a wave of shame. 'I want more. I want everything.'

 

The thought of what "everything" might entail made his chest tight with longing and guilt in equal measure. He found himself imagining what it would be like to actually date Izuku, to be his boyfriend instead of just his teacher. To take him on real dates, to hold his hand in public, to fall asleep next to him every night not because of a quirk accident but because they chose to be together.

 

'He could be mine,' Aizawa thought, then immediately felt sick with guilt at the possessive thought. 'We could be together, really together.'

 

But the fantasy was immediately followed by crushing reality. Izuku was barely sixteen, still his student, still looking up to him with hero worship that Aizawa had been systematically taking advantage of. The power imbalance was staggering, and no amount of genuine feeling could excuse what he'd allowed to happen between them.

 

'I'm supposed to be better than this,' he told himself, but his fingers never stopped their gentle stroking through Izuku's hair. 'I'm supposed to put his wellbeing first, not my own desires.'

 

The contradiction between what he knew was right and what he desperately wanted was tearing him apart.

 

But as he continued to berate himself, another thought crept in, one that was both relieving and troubling in equal measure.

 

'I didn't start this,' Aizawa realized with startling clarity. 'Izuku did.'

 

The shower incident hadn't begun with him crossing boundaries, it had started with Izuku deliberately slowing down, drawing out his movements, sharing sensations that he knew Aizawa would feel through their bond. The kid had initiated the intimacy, and had made the choice to turn a simple shower into something far more charged.

 

'He was the one who touched himself knowing I could feel it,' Aizawa thought, the realization shifting his perspective. 'He wanted me to experience what he was doing.'

 

And when Aizawa had retaliated in his own shower, when he'd deliberately shared his own responses and desires through their bond, what had been his alternative? To block out their connection entirely? To shut down the very thing that was keeping them stable and functional during this quirk situation?

 

'I couldn't stop it without crossing an even more important boundary,' he admitted to himself. 'I couldn't cut off our bond without potentially hurting both of us.'

 

The quirk required their connection to function properly. Trying to completely block Izuku out might have had consequences neither of them understood. In a way, they'd both been trapped by their circumstances, forced into an intimacy that neither had planned but both had ultimately chosen to engage with.

 

'That doesn't make it right,' Aizawa told himself, but it did make it more complicated than simple teacher misconduct. 'But it does make it... mutual.'

 

The thought was both comforting and terrifying, because it meant that whatever was happening between them wasn't entirely his fault but it also meant he couldn't use guilt as an excuse to stop wanting it.

 

Determined to test his theory about the bond's necessity, Aizawa tried to deliberately block their connection, just temporarily, just to see if he could create some emotional distance between them.

 

But the moment he attempted to shut down their shared link, the opposite happened. Instead of cutting off the flow of sensation and emotion between them, his efforts seemed to intensify everything on his end. The warmth of Izuku's contentment in sleep, the way the kid's breathing had deepened under his gentle touch, the peaceful trust radiating from him, all of it became more vivid, more overwhelming.

 

'That's not supposed to happen,' Aizawa thought with growing alarm. He tried again, focusing harder on creating barriers between their consciousness, but the result was the same. If anything, his awareness of Izuku became even more acute.

 

The quirk seemed to actively resist his attempts to separate them, as if their bond had evolved beyond what either of them understood. Instead of the emotional distance he'd hoped for, Aizawa found himself more connected to Izuku than ever, feeling every nuance of the boy's peaceful sleep state, every small shift in comfort as his fingers continued their gentle path through green curls.

 

'I can't shut it off,' he realized with a mixture of panic and resignation. 'Even if I wanted to, I can't stop feeling what he feels.'

 

Izuku remained deeply asleep, relaxed and trusting under Aizawa's careful ministrations, apparently unaffected by his teacher's failed attempts to create distance between them. Through their bond, Aizawa could sense that the kid's sleep was undisturbed, his dreams peaceful and content.

 

'We're stuck like this,' Aizawa thought, his fingers never pausing in their gentle stroking. 'Whatever this bond has become, we can't turn it off.'

 

As he sat there processing this revelation, Aizawa's gaze drifted to the small table beside the couch where the glass vase from their breakfast surprise still sat. The two glass roses that Momo had created caught the light from the television, their dark green and black swirls seeming to shift and dance in the changing illumination.

 

'They're beautiful,' he thought, studying the way the colors blended together. The craftsmanship was exquisite, but more than that, there was something meaningful about the color choices, the way the deep green matched Izuku's eyes and hair, while the black reflected his own aesthetic.

 

'She made them for us,' Aizawa realized. 'Not for the assignment, not for breakfast. She made them to represent us as a pair.'

 

The thought sent his mind wandering into dangerous territory. He found himself imagining what it would be like if this was real, if they were actually together. Holding Izuku's hand while walking through the city, feeling those calloused fingers intertwined with his own. Pulling him into proper embraces instead of the careful, controlled contact they allowed themselves now.

 

The image of carrying Izuku bridal style flashed through his mind, maybe after a difficult mission, maybe just because he could. The way the kid would probably protest at first but then settle against his chest with that trust and contentment Aizawa could feel through their bond right now.

 

'I want to know every freckle,' he thought, his eyes tracing the scattered dots across Izuku's visible skin. 'Every scar, every story behind them. I want to map them all with my fingers, my lips, my tongue...'

 

The fantasy was so vivid he could almost feel it, could almost imagine what it would be like to explore every inch of Izuku with the patience and care he deserved.

 

'This is what I want,' Aizawa admitted to himself. 'Not just the physical connection. Everything.'

 

As he continued stroking Izuku's hair, Aizawa felt something shift through their bond. The kid's dreams were changing, becoming more vivid and emotionally charged. Through their connection, Aizawa could sense the flow of emotions as Izuku's sleeping mind created whatever scenario was playing behind his closed eyes.

 

First came a wave of flustered embarrassment that made Izuku's cheeks flush slightly even in sleep. Aizawa felt the phantom nervousness, the way dream Izuku was apparently dealing with some situation that made him tongue tied and uncertain.

 

But then the emotion shifted to something warm and happy, a bubbling joy that made Izuku's lips curve into the faintest smile as he slept. Through their bond, Aizawa felt that happiness like sunshine, pure and uncomplicated and beautiful.

 

'What are you dreaming about?' Aizawa wondered, his fingers continuing their gentle path through green curls.

 

The happiness gave way to surprise, not unpleasant, but the kind of shocked delight that came with something wonderful and unexpected happening. Izuku's breathing changed slightly, becoming more animated even in sleep, and through their bond Aizawa could feel the flutter of excitement and love that was accompanying whatever his dream self was experiencing.

 

'Love,' Aizawa realized with a start. The emotion flowing through their connection wasn't just happiness or surprise, it was love, deep and genuine and overwhelming in its intensity. Whatever was happening in Izuku's dream involved love, and the feeling was so pure and strong that it made Aizawa's chest ache with responding warmth.

 

'Is he dreaming about us?' The thought made his heart race, and he had to resist the urge to wake Izuku up just to ask. Through their bond, he could feel that the dream was reaching some kind of emotional crescendo, the love and joy combining into something that left even sleeping Izuku glowing with contentment.

 

Eventually, hunger made the decision for him. Aizawa gently shook Izuku's shoulder, bringing him slowly back to consciousness.

 

"Hey," he said softly. "We should eat something."

 

Izuku blinked awake slowly, still drowsy and disoriented.  "Mmm? What time is it?"

 

"Evening. We slept through dinner." Aizawa helped him sit up, noting how the kid swayed slightly, still caught between sleep and waking.

 

They made simple sandwiches in their small kitchen, both of them moving with the exhausted efficiency of people too tired to do more than the basics. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Izuku's lingering drowsiness, the way sleep was still calling to him even as he tried to eat.

 

"I'm still so tired," Izuku mumbled around a bite of his sandwich, confirming what Aizawa was already sensing through their connection.

 

"Long day," Aizawa agreed, feeling his own exhaustion settling into his bones. The emotional intensity of everything that had happened was finally catching up with him too.

 

After their quick meal, they prepared for bed with their usual careful choreography. But when they settled under the covers, something was different. Izuku, still caught in that drowsy state between waking and sleeping, didn't maintain his usual careful distance.

 

Instead, he immediately curled against Aizawa's side, seeking warmth and comfort with the unconscious instinct of someone too tired to worry about boundaries. His head found its way to Aizawa's shoulder, an arm draping across his chest as he settled against him like he belonged there.

 

Aizawa froze, panic shooting through him at the sudden intimate contact. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's complete contentment at being close, the way his body was already relaxing back toward sleep.

 

'This is dangerous,' Aizawa thought desperately, but found himself unable to move away from the warm weight pressed against him.

 

Despite every rational thought screaming at him to maintain distance, Aizawa found his hand moving of its own accord. His fingers began tracing slow, gentle paths up and down Izuku's bare back, feeling the warmth of skin against skin where their chests pressed together.

 

Through their bond, he could sense that Izuku was already drifting back to sleep, completely relaxed and trusting in Aizawa's arms. The kid's breathing had evened out, his body going pliant with the kind of deep contentment that only came from feeling completely safe.

 

'I need to stop this,' Aizawa told himself desperately. 'I need to stop enjoying this, stop letting myself get attached, stop...'

 

But even as his mind spiraled with self recrimination, his eyes were drinking in Izuku's peaceful features. The way his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, the soft curve of his lips, the complete trust written across his sleeping face. He looked angelic in the dim light, innocent and beautiful and everything Aizawa had no right to want.

 

'How can I not love this?' he thought helplessly, his fingers continuing their gentle stroking despite his internal battle. 'How can I look at him like this and not want everything?'

 

The warmth of Izuku's body against his, the way they fit together so perfectly, the absolute rightness of having him close, it was everything Aizawa had been trying to resist, and he was losing the battle completely.

 

'I'm falling for him,' he admitted to himself with a mixture of terror and inevitability. 'I'm falling for my student, and I don't know how to stop.'

 

Through their bond, Izuku's contentment wrapped around him like a blanket, making it impossible to want to pull away from this moment, no matter how wrong he knew it was.

 

As exhaustion finally began to claim him, Aizawa's mind drifted in the hazy space between waking and sleep. The weight of realization was settling over him, heavy and undeniable.

 

'It's only been a few days,' he thought with something approaching wonder and horror. 'A few days since the chains appeared, and look where we are.'

 

But even as he tried to process the speed of what was happening between them, a deeper truth crept in, one he'd been trying to avoid acknowledging.

 

'I want to blame the bond,' he admitted to himself as sleep pulled at him. 'Want to say this is all because of the quirk, because of forced proximity and shared sensations.'

 

The excuse felt hollow even in his drowsy state, because if he was honest with himself, the feelings had been there before. Buried, suppressed, rationalized away as professional concern or pride in a promising student, but there nonetheless.

 

'I was already developing feelings for him,' Aizawa realized with startling clarity. 'The bond didn't create this. It just forced me to acknowledge what was already happening.'

 

How long had he been noticing the way Izuku's eyes lit up during training? How long has he been finding excuses to spend extra time helping him with techniques? How long has he been looking forward to their one on one sessions in ways that had nothing to do with professional obligation?

 

'The chains just made it impossible to deny,' he thought as sleep finally began to take him. 'Made it impossible to keep lying to myself about what I was feeling.'

 

With Izuku warm and trusting in his arms, Aizawa drifted off to sleep with the weight of truth settling in his chest, this wasn't the quirk's fault. This was just him, finally being honest about feelings he'd been hiding from himself for much longer than three days.

Chapter 16: Ch.16

Morning 

 

Consciousness returned to Aizawa slowly, like surfacing from deep water. He became aware of warmth first, then the gentle weight still pressed against his side. But what truly woke him was the soft, deliberate touch of fingers tracing patterns across his bare chest, across his abs and across his pecs.

 

The sensation was perfect, light enough to be soothing rather than tickling, warm and careful and infinitely gentle. For a long moment, Aizawa simply lay there with his eyes closed, letting himself exist in the feeling without thought or analysis.

 

'This feels right,' he thought drowsily, not yet fully awake enough for guilt or self recrimination to kick in. 'Natural.'

 

In that hazy space between sleep and waking, he forgot about the complications. Forgot about the bond and professional boundaries and all the reasons he shouldn't be enjoying this moment. There was just the careful touch of Izuku's fingers mapping the planes of his chest, the warmth of their shared bed, the rightness of waking up together.

 

'Just a little while longer,' Aizawa told himself, making no move to indicate he was awake. 'Just let me have this for a few more minutes.'

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's contentment, the way the kid was savoring this quiet morning moment just as much as he was. There was something peaceful and intimate about it that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with simple affection, the desire to touch and be close to someone you cared about.

 

'I could wake up like this every morning,' Aizawa thought, then immediately tried to push the dangerous thought away. But in his drowsy state, it was harder to maintain the walls he'd built around his wants and needs.

 

For just a few more minutes, he let himself exist in the fantasy that this was their normal, that they were together by choice rather than circumstance.

 

A sharp knock on the door pulled Aizawa fully into consciousness, shattering the peaceful morning moment. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's startled response, the way the kid's hand stilled on his chest before quickly pulling away.

 

"Sorry," Izuku whispered, his cheeks flushing pink as he realized Aizawa was awake and had been aware of his gentle exploration.

 

They both scrambled to sit up, the spell of their intimate morning broken by whoever was at their door. Aizawa remained on the bed, watching with curiosity as the kid padded over to answer the persistent knocking.

 

When Izuku opened the door, Shinso stood there with his characteristic knowing smirk, holding what appeared to be a wicker basket decorated with small cat silhouettes and a matching soft blanket draped over his arm.

 

"Special delivery," Shinso said, handing both items to a confused Izuku. "Thought you might need these."

 

Before Izuku could ask what they were for, Shinso shot him an exaggerated wink and sauntered away down the hallway, leaving both of them staring after him in bewilderment.

 

"What was that about?" Izuku asked, closing the door and examining the cat themed basket and blanket.

 

Aizawa felt equally confused through their bond. The basket was well made and clearly new, large enough to hold... what exactly? And the blanket was incredibly soft, the kind of thing meant for comfort rather than practicality.

 

"I have no idea," Aizawa said, though something about Shinso's knowing expression suggested this was part of some larger plan the kid hadn't shared with them.

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's mixture of confusion and curiosity as he ran his fingers over the soft blanket, both of them wondering what izuku's friend was up to now.

 

They settled on the couch together, Izuku carefully opening the wicker basket while Aizawa watched with growing intrigue. As the contents were revealed, understanding dawned on him with startling clarity.

 

The basket was packed with an elaborate breakfast spread, muffins decorated with tiny cat faces, eggs cut into perfect heart shapes, slices of ham also shaped like hearts, and two steaming thermoses. One contained coffee, and from the cat silhouette painted on the side, Aizawa could tell it was meant for him. The other was clearly hot chocolate for Izuku.

 

"Oh," Izuku breathed, his face flushing as he took in the romantic presentation. Through their bond, Aizawa felt his realization hit at the same moment.

 

'It's a picnic date,' Aizawa thought with a mixture of amusement and alarm. 'Shinso set up a date for us.'

 

Every detail was thoughtfully planned, the cat theme that clearly referenced Aizawa's aesthetic, the heart shaped food that screamed romance, the soft blanket that was obviously meant to be spread out for an intimate meal together. Even the timing was perfect, delivered right when they'd be getting up and needing breakfast.

 

"Shinso did this," Izuku said quietly, though it wasn't really a question. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel his mixture of embarrassment and touched gratitude at his friend's gesture.

 

"He's been watching us," Aizawa realized, seeing the full picture now. "He knows exactly what's happening between us, and he's... encouraging it."

 

The basket sat between them on the couch, beautiful and romantic and impossible to ignore. Their friend had essentially forced them into a date situation, complete with all the romantic trappings they'd been too complicated to arrange for themselves.

 

'What do we do with this?' Aizawa wondered, looking at Izuku's flushed but hopeful expression.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt the answer before he consciously made the decision. Izuku's hope was like a warm current flowing between them, not desperate or demanding, but quietly optimistic. The kid wanted this, wanted to accept Shinso's romantic gesture and see where it led.

 

'He deserves this,' Aizawa thought, making his choice. 'We both do.'

 

Without saying anything, Aizawa stood and began moving their small coffee table to one side, creating space in the center of their living area. Through their connection, he felt Izuku's hope bloom brighter, the kid's realization that Aizawa was accepting the date setup.

 

"Really?" Izuku asked softly, his voice carrying a mixture of surprise and joy.

 

"Shinso went to a lot of trouble," Aizawa said, though they both knew that wasn't the real reason. "Seems rude to waste it."

 

Izuku's smile was radiant as he carefully shook out the soft blanket, taking time to smooth it perfectly across the floor. Through their bond, Aizawa felt his excitement and nervousness in equal measure, this was new territory for both of them, the first time they were actively choosing to engage in something romantic rather than just being carried along by circumstances.

 

"This is really nice," Izuku said as he arranged the blanket, his voice carrying that note of wonder that always made Aizawa's chest warm. "He thought of everything."

 

'Even down to making sure we couldn't ignore what this is,' Aizawa thought, settling down on one edge of the blanket. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's contentment as the kid joined him, both of them sitting cross legged and facing each other with the romantic breakfast spread between them.

 

For the first time since the chains had appeared, they were choosing this. Choosing each other.

 

Izuku made a quick decision, standing up to retrieve the glass vase with Momo's roses from the side table. He placed them carefully in the center of their blanket, the dark green and black swirls catching the morning light filtering through their windows.

 

"Perfect touch," Aizawa said quietly, and through their bond felt Izuku's pleased flush at the approval.

 

They worked together to arrange the food around the flowers, the cat themed muffins, heart shaped eggs and ham, the steaming beverages that filled their space with rich, comforting scents. Their movements were synchronized in a way that had nothing to do with the chains and everything to do with the comfortable intimacy they'd developed.

 

When everything was set up, they settled back onto the blanket, sitting cross legged and facing each other with their romantic breakfast spread between them. The silence that fell was different from their usual careful quiet, this was fluttery with anticipation, warm with possibility.

 

Aizawa took a sip of his coffee and felt Izuku's contentment bloom through their bond as the kid bit into one of the cat muffins. The domesticity of it, the rightness of sharing this moment together, wrapped around both of them like the soft blanket beneath them.

 

'This feels like home,' came through their connection, though neither was sure which of them the thought had originated from. Maybe both.

 

Through their bond, they shared not just the taste of their food but the warmth spreading through their chests, the flutter of nervous excitement, the growing certainty that this was exactly where they were supposed to be.

 

'We're really doing this,' Aizawa thought, watching Izuku's soft smile as he reached for his hot chocolate. 'We're actually having a date.'

 

And through their shared connection, he felt that Izuku was thinking the exact same thing.

 

As they ate, the conversation flowed more naturally than it had in days. Without the weight of pretending nothing was happening between them, they found themselves talking about everything and nothing. Izuku's thoughts on hero work, Aizawa's observations about teaching, shared opinions on the breakfast Shinsou had so thoughtfully provided.

 

"The cat muffins are almost too cute to eat," Izuku said, holding up one decorated with tiny whiskers and pointed ears.

 

"Almost," Aizawa agreed, taking another bite of his own. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's amusement and the way the simple exchange made him happy.

 

"Shinso really thought of everything," Izuku continued, his fingers tracing the edge of his hot chocolate mug. "Even down to knowing I prefer hot chocolate over coffee."

 

"He's observant," Aizawa said, though what he didn't mention was how long Shinso had probably been watching them, cataloging their preferences and interactions. "Too observant, sometimes."

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's spike of curiosity. "Do you mind? That he set this up?"

 

The question hung between them, loaded with implications. Aizawa considered it seriously, looking at Izuku's hopeful but nervous expression, feeling the flutter of anxiety through their bond.

 

"No," he said finally, and meant it. "I don't mind."

 

The relief that flooded through their connection was immediate and overwhelming. Izuku's smile was radiant, and through their bond, Aizawa felt his own contentment reflected back and amplified.

 

"Good," Izuku said softly. "Because I really like this. I like... us. Like this."

 

'So do I,' Aizawa thought, and through their bond, he knew Izuku felt the truth of it even though he didn't say the words aloud.

 

"I'm enjoying this too," Aizawa admitted reluctantly, the words coming out more hesitant than he intended. "More than I should be."

 

The qualification at the end, that automatic reminder that this was something he shouldn't want, hung between them like a challenge. Through their bond, Izuku felt the conflict in those words, the way Aizawa was still fighting against what was happening between them even as he participated in it.

 

'He wants this as much as I do,' Izuku realized with growing determination. 'He's just trying to convince himself he shouldn't.'

 

Instead of being discouraged by Aizawa's reluctance, Izuku felt something fierce and possessive flare to life in his chest. He wanted Aizawa to be his, completely, without reservations, without the constant self recrimination that kept holding him back.

 

"Why shouldn't you?" Izuku asked, his voice carrying a note of challenge that made Aizawa look up from his coffee in surprise.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt the shift in Izuku's emotional state, the determination, the want, the absolute certainty that this was right regardless of complications. The kid wasn't backing down or accepting Aizawa's attempts to maintain distance.

 

"Izuku..." Aizawa started, but found himself at a loss for words under the intensity of that green eyed stare.

 

"I can feel what you're feeling," Izuku said quietly, leaning slightly forward. "Through our bond. I know you want this too. I know you want me."

 

The direct honesty hit Aizawa like a physical blow. Through their connection, he felt Izuku's absolute confidence in what he was saying, the way the kid had read every emotion flowing between them and drawn his own conclusions.

 

'He's not going to let me hide from this,' Aizawa realized with a mixture of panic and arousal.

 

But it was the arousal that caught him off guard completely. The way Izuku's voice had carried that note of possession, the determined set of his jaw, the absolute confidence in his assertion, it sent heat shooting through Aizawa's system in a way that was impossible to ignore.

 

'I'm turned on by him being possessive,' Aizawa thought with dawning horror and fascination. 'By him challenging me, refusing to back down.'

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's awareness of his reaction, the way the kid's determination only grew stronger at sensing Aizawa's response to his boldness.

 

'How am I supposed to resist this?' Aizawa's internal monologue spiraled as he took in Izuku's intense expression, the way those green eyes were focused on him with unwavering certainty. 'How am I supposed to try not to fall deeper when he's making it impossible?'

 

Every attempt Aizawa made to maintain distance, Izuku seemed to counter with something that drew him in further. The kid's growing confidence, his refusal to accept Aizawa's self imposed barriers, the way he was actively pursuing what he wanted, it was everything Aizawa found attractive and everything that made his resolve crumble.

 

'He's not backing down,' Aizawa realized, feeling another spike of arousal at the thought. 'He knows what he wants and he's going after it.'

 

Through their bond, Izuku clearly felt Aizawa's response to his assertiveness, and the small, satisfied smile that curved his lips suggested he was very much aware of the effect his determination was having.

 

'I'm in so much trouble,' Aizawa thought desperately, unable to look away from that confident expression. 'He's going to win, and I'm going to let him.'

 

After they finished their breakfast and cleaned up the romantic spread, they settled back on the couch. This time, Izuku selected a romantic movie from their options, a deliberate choice that wasn't lost on either of them.

 

But instead of maintaining the careful distance they'd been observing, Izuku made another bold move. Without asking permission or giving Aizawa a chance to object, he climbed directly into his teacher's lap, settling himself against Aizawa's bare chest with the kind of confident possession that made Aizawa's breath catch.

 

"Izuku," Aizawa started, but the protest died in his throat as he felt the kid's complete contentment through their bond.

 

"What?" Izuku asked innocently, though the small smile playing at his lips suggested there was nothing innocent about his positioning. "The couch is small, and this is more comfortable."

 

Through their connection, Aizawa felt Izuku's satisfaction at being exactly where he wanted to be, pressed against him with his head tucked under Aizawa's chin. The kid was warm and solid in his arms, fitting perfectly as if he'd been designed to be there.

 

'He's not even pretending this is accidental,' Aizawa realized, his arms automatically coming up to hold Izuku in place despite his internal protests. 'He's claiming his space. Claiming me.'

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's quiet triumph at Aizawa's acceptance of the position, the way his body relaxed completely as he settled in to watch the movie. But more than that, Aizawa felt the deep contentment radiating from the kid, this was exactly what he'd wanted, exactly where he'd wanted to be.

 

'I should move him,' Aizawa thought, but found himself unwilling to disturb the perfect weight of Izuku against his chest. 'I should maintain some boundaries.'

 

But his arms tightened around Izuku instead, and through their bond, he felt the kid's pleased satisfaction at being held exactly the way he wanted to be.

 

They stayed like that through movie after movie, Izuku content in Aizawa's lap while romantic comedies played on the screen. Neither of them paid much attention to the plots, they were too focused on the warmth and rightness of being close, the way their bond hummed with shared contentment.

 

Around lunchtime, another knock came at their door, but this one followed a specific pattern, three quick raps, a pause, then two more. Aizawa recognized it immediately.

 

"Zashi and nemuri," he sighed, feeling Izuku's spike of anxiety through their connection.

 

But to his relief, the door didn't immediately burst open with his colleague's usual dramatic entrance. Instead, the knocking stopped, and after a moment, they heard footsteps retreating down the hallway.

 

"That's... unusual," aizawa said quietly, both of them listening for any sign that his friends might return.

 

After waiting a few more minutes, curiosity got the better of them. Aizawa carefully extracted himself from their cozy position, Izuku reluctantly climbing off his lap so they could investigate.

 

When Aizawa opened the door, the hallway was empty. But sitting on the floor just outside their entrance were two bags, one labeled "Lunch" in Present Mic's energetic handwriting, and another marked "Supplies" in Midnight's elegant script.

 

Chapter 17: Ch.17

 

One glance at the contents made his face go completely blank. He immediately closed the bag and set it firmly aside.

 

"Nope," he said definitively. "Definitely not."

 

"What was in there?" Izuku asked curiously, reaching toward the abandoned bag.

 

"Nothing we need," Aizawa said quickly, intercepting Izuku's hand before he could investigate. "Trust me on this one."

 

Through their bond, Izuku felt Aizawa's mixture of mortification and exasperation, though he couldn't quite understand what had caused such a strong reaction. The bag sat innocuously on the counter, but Aizawa was treating it like it contained something dangerous.

 

"Midnight," Aizawa muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "I should have known."

 

Whatever his colleague had thought they might need for their "supplies," Aizawa was clearly not ready to deal with it. Through their connection, Izuku felt his determination to pretend that particular bag didn't exist.

 

"Let's just focus on lunch," Aizawa said, deliberately turning his attention to the safer option Present Mic had provided. "That, at least, seems like a normal gesture."

 

But even as he said it, both of them were acutely aware of the mysterious bag sitting just a few feet away, its contents unknown but apparently significant enough to fluster the usually unflappable Eraserhead.

 

As Aizawa was pulling out the lunch items, he noticed another small bag tucked in with the food, this one also from Present Mic, but separate from the main meal. The size and weight suggested something small and personal.

 

Against his better judgment, Aizawa opened it.

 

Inside was a discreet adult chew item designed for people with oral fixations, the kind of thing that was medically recommended for stress relief and sensory needs. It was tasteful, well made, and clearly chosen with thought rather than as a joke.

 

Aizawa's face went hot as he stared at the item. Present Mic had been observing him more closely than he'd realized, had noticed his constant need to have something in his mouth, the way he unconsciously chewed on pens or his own fingers when stressed.

 

'He knows,' Aizawa thought with mortification. 'He actually knows about my oral fixation and thought this might help.'

 

And the worst part was... it probably would help. Especially given everything that had been happening between him and Izuku, having a safe outlet for that particular need might actually be beneficial.

 

He gulped, unable to deny that Mic's gift was both thoughtful and potentially useful, even if it made him want to crawl under a rock from embarrassment.

 

"What's that one?" Izuku asked curiously, noticing Aizawa's frozen expression.

 

"Something from Mic," Aizawa said carefully, closing the small bag. "Something he thought might be... helpful."

 

Through their bond, Izuku felt Aizawa's complex mixture of gratitude, embarrassment, and reluctant acceptance that their friend had identified a genuine need and tried to address it thoughtfully.

 

As they set the table with the lunch Mic had provided, Aizawa found himself taking a closer look at the item, holding it and running his fingers over the surface. It was made of soft silicone with subtle ridges, clearly designed for both comfort and sensory satisfaction. The quality was excellent, this wasn't a gag gift, but something genuinely therapeutic.

 

'Fifteen years,' Aizawa thought with growing embarrassment. 'Mic has been my friend for fifteen years, and he knows... everything.'

 

The realization was mortifying and touching in equal measure. Present Mic had observed his oral fixation, had seen him get aroused when his hair was pulled, had watched him get wound up and refuse to acknowledge what he needed. And instead of judging or teasing, Mic had simply taken control when necessary, pulling his hair to help him release tension, providing outlets when Aizawa was too stubborn to seek them himself.

 

'How many times has he seen me come undone?' Aizawa wondered, his face burning with the memory of all those moments when Mic or Midnight had intervened because he was too proud or embarrassed to address his own needs.

 

The depth of understanding his friend had shown, the way he'd quietly taken care of him over the years without making it awkward or shameful, it spoke to a level of intimacy and care that went far beyond casual friendship.

 

'He knows me better than I know myself sometimes,' Aizawa realized. 'And he's never once made me feel bad about any of it.'

 

The gift suddenly felt less embarrassing and more like what it was, one friend looking out for another, providing something that might help during a difficult and complicated situation.

 

'Maybe that's what real friendship looks like,' Aizawa thought, carefully setting the item aside. 'Knowing someone completely and caring for them anyway.'

 

As they ate their lunch, Izuku's curious gaze kept drifting to the silicone item Aizawa had set on the counter. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel the kid's growing curiosity, the way he was clearly dying to ask but trying to be polite about Aizawa's obvious embarrassment.

 

"What is that, exactly?" Izuku finally asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

 

Aizawa felt his face heat up again, but through their connection, he could sense that Izuku's interest was genuine rather than judgmental. The kid really wanted to understand, not to tease or make fun.

 

With a heavy sigh, Aizawa set down his sandwich. "It's... for people with oral fixations. Something to chew on when you need the sensory input."

 

"Oh," Izuku said, his understanding immediately. Through their bond, Aizawa felt his realization click into place. "Because you always need something in your mouth."

 

The casual acceptance in Izuku's voice, the complete lack of judgment, made some of Aizawa's embarrassment fade. Through their connection, he could feel that Izuku found this information interesting rather than weird or shameful.

 

"Mic noticed," Aizawa continued reluctantly. "He's been... observant over the years about things like that. Things I need but won't ask for."

 

"That's actually really thoughtful of him," Izuku said softly. "I mean, it's nice that he pays attention and cares enough to help."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's genuine warmth toward the gesture, his appreciation for the kind of friendship that involved such intimate understanding and care. There was no embarrassment from Izuku's side, just acceptance and maybe even a hint of curiosity about how it worked.

 

After lunch, they gravitated back toward the couch for more movie time. As they were settling in, Izuku casually picked up the silicone chew item from the counter, examining it with the same careful attention he gave his hero analysis.

 

Without any fanfare or making it awkward, Izuku climbed back into his claimed position on Aizawa's lap, then simply held the item up within easy reach.

 

"Here," he said softly, his tone matter of fact and caring. "Mic was right, you'll probably feel better if you use it."

 

The gesture was so natural, so accepting, that it took Aizawa's breath away. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's complete lack of judgment, the way the kid simply wanted to help him feel comfortable and cared for.

 

Without overthinking it, Aizawa took the item and settled it between his teeth, immediately feeling the relief of having something to satisfy his oral fixation. The texture was perfect, and he could already feel some of his baseline tension starting to ease.

 

Izuku settled back against his chest with obvious satisfaction, reaching for the remote to start another movie. Through their bond, Aizawa felt the kid's contentment at being exactly where he wanted to be, taking care of someone he cared about in a simple but meaningful way.

 

'This is what it feels like to be completely accepted,' Aizawa realized, his arms coming up to hold Izuku close. 'No judgment, no embarrassment, just... care.'

 

The casual intimacy of the moment, Izuku tended to his needs without making it a big deal, then settling in to enjoy their time together, felt more profound than any grand romantic gesture could have been.

 

As the movie played on, a romantic scene began unfolding on screen, soft lighting, gentle touches, the kind of intimate moment that charged the air between them. Izuku shifted slightly in Aizawa's lap, probably just trying to get more comfortable, but the movement sent an instant spike of arousal through Aizawa that was impossible to ignore.

 

Without thinking, Aizawa's hands moved to Izuku's hips, gripping firmly to stop any further movement. The action was instinctive, born of the sudden need to maintain control of a situation that was rapidly becoming overwhelming.

 

"Mmm Sit still," Aizawa said, his voice coming out more breathless and commanding than intended. The words carried an edge of desperate control, the kind of tone that brooked no argument.

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's immediate response to the authoritative command, a flutter of arousal and submission that crashed through their connection like lightning. The kid went perfectly still in his lap, obedient and responsive in a way that only made Aizawa's situation worse.

 

'He likes when I take control,' Aizawa realized, feeling Izuku's pleased compliance through their bond. 'He wants me to tell him what to do.'

 

The realization was both intoxicating and terrifying. Izuku's perfect stillness, the way he'd immediately obeyed without question, the satisfaction radiating through their connection at being commanded, it all combined to create a feedback loop of desire that neither of them was prepared to handle.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's awareness of exactly what his obedience was doing to him, and the kid's quiet satisfaction at having such an effect.

 

On screen, the romantic scene intensified, and one of the characters tangled their fingers in their partner's hair, giving it a firm tug that made the other person gasp with obvious pleasure. Aizawa zeroed in on the action immediately, his body responding with a surge of arousal so intense it made his grip on Izuku's hips tighten involuntarily.

 

Through their bond, Izuku felt every moment of Aizawa's reaction, the way his breathing changed, the spike of want that crashed through their connection. After a moment of thoughtful silence, Izuku spoke quietly.

 

"Mic knows about that too, doesn't he?" Izuku asked softly. "About how much you... like having your hair pulled?"

 

Aizawa's first instinct was to deflect, to avoid confirming something so embarrassingly personal. But through their bond, he could feel Izuku's genuine curiosity, the complete lack of judgment in his question. The kid wasn't asking to tease, he wanted to understand.

 

'He deserves honesty,' Aizawa thought, even as his face was heated with embarrassment. 'After everything we've shared, he deserves to know.'

 

"Yes," Aizawa admitted quietly, his voice rough around the silicone chew. "He's known for years. Both he and Midnight know that if I get too wound up, too stressed, pulling my hair will..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

 

"Will make you come," Izuku finished the matter of factly, and Aizawa felt his shock at the kid's blunt honesty.

 

"Sometimes," Aizawa confirmed reluctantly. "It's... embarrassing. Having friends who know exactly how to take you apart when you won't take care of yourself."

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's fascination with this information, but also something else, a possessive satisfaction that made Aizawa's pulse quicken.

 

'He's filing this away,' Aizawa realized. 'Learning exactly what affects me and how.'

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's arousal spike in response to the conversation, but the specific nature of it caught him completely off guard. It wasn't just the idea of Izuku himself pulling Aizawa's hair, it was the thought of zashi doing it, of Aizawa coming undone from his friend's touch while Izuku felt every moment of it through their shared connection.

 

The realization hit Aizawa like a physical blow. Izuku was getting turned on by the idea of watching, of experiencing Aizawa's pleasure secondhand through their bond while someone else provided it. The voyeuristic aspect, the sharing of sensation, the complex dynamic of experiencing intimacy through their connection, it was affecting Izuku in ways that were both startling and undeniably arousing.

 

'He wants to feel what I feel,' Aizawa thought with growing understanding. 'Even if it's with someone else. Maybe especially if it's with someone else.'

 

The feelings flowing through their bond were complex, Izuku's fascination with the idea of shared sensation, his arousal at the thought of experiencing Aizawa's pleasure vicariously, the way their connection could make even interactions with others into something intimate between them.

 

'This should scare me,' Aizawa realized, feeling his own body respond to Izuku's arousal despite the unconventional nature of it. 'The fact that he's turned on by sharing my experiences with others through our bond... that should be concerning.'

 

But it wasn't unwanted. If anything, the idea that Izuku could find pleasure in experiencing Aizawa's responses regardless of who triggered them was intoxicating in a way that terrified him.

 

'What kind of relationship dynamic is this creating?' Aizawa wondered, feeling Izuku's continued arousal pulse through their connection. 'And why does it feel so right?'

 

"Midnight I mean nemuri has done it too," Aizawa found himself admitting, the words coming out before he could stop them. "Though with her, it's not always just when I need stress relief. Sometimes she just... enjoys having that kind of effect on me."

 

The response through their bond was immediate and jarring. Izuku's arousal cut off abruptly, replaced by a sharp spike of possessiveness that felt almost aggressive in its intensity. The kid's body went tense in his lap, and through their connection, Aizawa felt his distinct displeasure at the idea of nemuri touching him that way.

 

'He doesn't like that,' Aizawa realized with surprise. 'At all.'

 

The contrast was startling. Izuku had been aroused by the thought of experiencing Aizawa's responses to zashi's touch through their bond, but the idea of nemuri doing the same thing triggered an entirely different reaction, one that felt territorial and distinctly unhappy.

 

'Why is he okay with zashi but not nemuri?' Aizawa wondered, studying Izuku's tense posture. 'Is it because she's a woman? Or is there something else?'

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's complex emotions, the possessiveness was definitely there, but underneath it was something that felt almost like jealousy mixed with disapproval. As if the idea of Midnight taking pleasure in Aizawa's responses was fundamentally different from Mic providing care and stress relief.

 

'Maybe it's the intent,' Aizawa thought, beginning to understand. 'zashi does it to help me. Nemuri does it because she enjoys the power.'

 

The distinction seemed to matter a great deal to Izuku, and Aizawa found himself oddly touched by the kid's protective instincts, even as he tried to process what this reaction meant for their increasingly complex relationship dynamic.

 

Curiosity getting the better of him, Aizawa decided to probe deeper into Izuku's feelings about the situation.

 

"How do you feel about Mic I mean zashi?" he asked quietly. "About him helping me like that?"

 

Through their bond, he immediately felt Izuku's response, a complex mix of contentment and something that felt almost like acceptance. Not exactly arousal, but a kind of peaceful satisfaction that was fascinating in its nuance.

 

'He's okay with it,' Aizawa realized with growing interest. 'More than okay.'

 

The feeling flowing through their connection suggested that as long as Izuku was there with him, as long as he could experience whatever happened through their bond, he would be comfortable with almost anything involving zashi. It wasn't a romantic interest, Aizawa could feel clearly that Izuku had no romantic feelings for his friend but there was something else there.

 

'Trust,' Aizawa identified. 'He trusts zashi because I trust zashi. And he wants to share whatever I experience, even if it involves someone else.'

 

The dynamic was unlike anything Aizawa had ever encountered. Izuku seemed to view their bond as making him a participant in any intimate experience Aizawa had, turning what might normally be exclusionary into something shared and inclusive.

 

'It's not about the other person,' Aizawa began to understand. 'It's about being connected to me during the experience. About feeling what I feel, regardless of who causes it.'

 

The realization was both fascinating and slightly overwhelming. Izuku's possessiveness seemed to be less about keeping others away and more about ensuring he remained connected to whatever Aizawa experienced.

 

'As long as he's part of it through our bond,' Aizawa thought with dawning comprehension, 'he doesn't feel threatened. He feels included.'

 

Another realization hit Aizawa as he processed this dynamic. The longer they remained bonded, the higher the chances became that one of these scenarios would actually happen. His friends had been helping him with stress relief for years, and they weren't going to suddenly stop just because he was connected to Izuku now.

 

'It's going to happen eventually,' Aizawa thought with certainty. 'Probably sooner rather than later, knowing zashi.'

 

But given Izuku's drastically different reactions to the two friends, Aizawa knew he'd have to handle the situation carefully. The possessive displeasure that had flowed through their bond at the mention of Midnight made it clear that any interaction with her would be problematic for Izuku.

 

'I'll have to stop her,' Aizawa decided. 'Tell her to back off, at least while we're bonded like this. Izuku can't handle the idea of her touching me.'

 

But zashi was different. The contentment and acceptance Izuku had shown suggested that not only would he be okay with zashi providing stress relief, he might actually want to experience it through their connection.

 

'zashi, on the other hand...' Aizawa's thoughts trailed off as he considered the implications. 'Izuku wants to feel that. Wants to experience what it's like when zashi helps me.'

 

The contrast was striking and telling. Nemuri's motivations, pleasure in having power over him, triggered Izuku's protective instincts. But Mic's caring approach, his genuine desire to help when Aizawa was too stubborn to help himself, was something Izuku could not only accept but actively want to be part of.

 

'I need to have some conversations,' Aizawa realized. 'Set some boundaries with nemuri, and maybe... explore possibilities with zashi.'

 

The thought sent a complex mix of anticipation and nervousness through him that he was sure Izuku felt through their bond.

 

Chapter 18: Ch.18

While Izuku remained focused on the movie, seemingly content in his lap, Aizawa quietly pulled out his phone. He needed to address this situation before it became a problem.

 

He started with the easier message first:

 

Shosho: Nemuri, I need you to stop with the hair pulling. Completely. Don't ask why, just... don't.

 

The response was almost immediate:

 

Nemuri: Aw, but it's so fun watching you come apart! What's changed?

 

Shosho: The bonding situation is more complex than I can explain over text. Just trust me on this one.

 

Nemuri: Fine, fine. You're no fun anymore. 😏

 

The second conversation was going to be much more difficult. Aizawa stared at his phone for several minutes, trying to figure out how to explain something he barely understood himself.

 

Sho: Hizashi, we need to talk about the hair thing.

 

Zashi: Everything okay? You seemed fine with it before.

 

Sho: The bond with Midoriya is... more involved than we initially thought. He can feel everything I feel. Everything.

 

Zashi: Oh. OH. So when you...

 

Sho: He experiences it too. And the thing is... he's okay with you helping. More than okay. He trusts you because I trust you.

 

Zashi: That's... actually kind of sweet? But are you sure about this?

 

Sho: I think it might actually help both of us. The stress relief, I mean. But I wanted you to understand the situation first.

 

Zashi: So if I help you, I'm technically helping both of you through your bond?

 

Sho: Something like that. It's complicated.

 

Zashi: When isn't it with you? I'll keep that in mind.

 

Aizawa pocketed his phone, feeling like he'd managed the immediate crisis, though he suspected this was only the beginning of navigating their increasingly complex situation.

 

His phone buzzed again with another message from zashi:

 

Zashi: Can you give me a few more details? Just so we're on the same page about what's happening?

 

Aizawa sighed quietly, glancing at Izuku who was still absorbed in the movie. This was going to require more explanation than he'd hoped.

 

Sho: Izuku found out about the hair thing when we were watching a movie. There was a scene with hair pulling and I reacted. He asked if you knew about it.

 

Zashi: And you told him?

 

Sho: He already knew about the oral fixation because of your gift. Said it was thoughtful that you pay attention and care enough to help. Then he asked about the hair pulling specifically.

 

Zashi: What exactly did you tell him?

 

Sho: Everything. That you and Nemuri know, that you use it to help when I'm too wound up to help myself, that it always makes me cum. He was very matter of fact about it.

 

Zashi: And how did he react?

 

Sho: That's the complicated part. When I mentioned you helping me, he got aroused. Not jealous, aroused. Like he wanted to experience it through our bond. But when I mentioned Nemuri doing it for her own enjoyment, he got possessive and angry.

 

Zashi: So he's okay with caring intervention but not with someone doing it for power?

 

Sho: Exactly. He trusts you because I trust you. He sees you helping me as something he wants to be part of through our connection.

 

Zashi: That's... actually really sweet. And explains why you asked Nemuri to back off.

 

Sho: The bond makes him feel like a participant in whatever I experience. With you, that's comforting. With her, it's threatening.

 

Zashi: I understand. We'll figure this out as we go.

 

Sho: There's more. When I asked him directly how he felt about you helping me, the emotion through our bond was... accepting. Content. Like as long as he was there with me, connected through the bond, he'd be okay with almost anything involving you.

 

Zashi: Almost anything?

 

Sho: The feeling was very specific. He doesn't have romantic feelings for you, but he trusts you completely because I do. And the bond makes him feel like he's participating rather than being excluded.

 

Zashi: So he sees it as sharing the experience rather than watching from the sidelines?

 

Sho: Exactly. As long as it's just you, and as long as he's connected to me through the bond, he feels included rather than threatened. He wants to feel what I feel, even if you're the one causing it.

 

Zashi: That's a level of trust I wasn't expecting. He's basically saying he'd be comfortable with me fucking you as long as he gets to experience it too?

 

Sho: That's what it felt like through the bond. Complete acceptance, as long as it's you and as long as he's part of it through our connection.

 

Zashi: Wow. That's... that's actually beautiful in a weird way. He's not trying to keep you to himself, he's trying to share everything with you.

 

Sho: That's exactly what it is. The bond has created this dynamic where he wants to be included in everything I experience, not excluded from it.

 

Zashi: I'm honored by that level of trust, honestly. Both from him and from you.

 

Zashi: So... do you want me to? Pull your hair until you cum so much you slip into subspace? I can tell you're both wound pretty tight.

 

The direct question made Aizawa's breath catch. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's immediate spike of interest, though the kid was still pretending to watch the movie.

 

Sho: I... we both want it. I can't deny that.

 

Zashi: When? And where? Your shared room I'm guessing?

 

Aizawa hesitated, his fingers hovering over the phone. The timing felt important,  this wasn't something to rush into, but he could feel through their bond that both he and Izuku were already anticipating it.

 

Sho: Not sure about when. Soon, probably. And yes, only at our shared room. Nowhere else.

 

Zashi: That makes sense. Private space, comfortable environment. Just let me know when you're ready.

 

Sho: It has to be just us three. No one else can know about this arrangement.

 

Zashi: Of course. This stays between us. I'll wait for your signal.

 

Aizawa set his phone aside, acutely aware that they'd just crossed another line in their increasingly complex situation. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's quiet satisfaction at the arrangement, the way the kid approved of the boundaries they'd established.

 

'We're really doing this,' Aizawa thought, and through their connection, he felt Izuku's contentment at the prospect of sharing whatever experience zashi would provide.

 

Sho: One more thing. It would probably take more than once. Izuku's enhanced physiology means his recovery time is almost nonexistent. What affects him affects me through the bond.

 

Zashi: So you're saying I might need to help multiple times in one session?

 

Sho: Most likely. His quirk amplifies everything, arousal, recovery, need. Once might not be enough to actually relieve the stress for either of us.

 

Zashi: Good to know. I'll be prepared for that.

 

Sho: Just... be patient with us. This is uncharted territory.

 

Zashi: Always am with you. Both of you now, I guess.

 

Aizawa set his phone aside with finality, the arrangements now complete. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's awareness of the conversation's conclusion, and the quiet anticipation that was building between them both.

 

The movie continued playing, but neither of them was really watching anymore. The knowledge of what they'd just arranged hung in the air between them, adding another layer of complexity to their already intricate relationship dynamic.

 

They stayed curled together like that until dinner time, the comfortable weight of Izuku in his lap becoming so natural that Aizawa almost forgot about the complexity of their situation. But as evening approached, he began to feel something shifting through their bond, a sense of purpose and determination from Izuku that suggested the kid was planning something.

 

"Time for dinner," Izuku announced, but there was something in his voice that made Aizawa suspicious.

 

When Izuku stood up, the chains naturally brought Aizawa with him toward the kitchen. But instead of heading for their usual simple meal routine, Izuku immediately began pulling ingredients from their well stocked refrigerator with the kind of focused intention that meant he had a specific plan in mind.

 

"What are you doing?" Aizawa asked, watching as Izuku gathered items that clearly weren't for sandwiches or their usual quick dinner.

 

"Making dinner," Izuku replied innocently, though through their bond Aizawa could feel his excitement and nervous anticipation. "A proper dinner."

 

As Izuku began arranging ingredients on the counter, fresh vegetables, quality meat, what looked like the makings for a sophisticated sauce, Aizawa realized what was happening.

 

'He's making a romantic dinner,' Aizawa thought with a mixture of fondness and amazement. 'He's cooking for me.'

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's determination to create something special, to show care through the act of preparing a meal with attention and love. The kid was practically vibrating with nervous energy as he began his preparations, clearly wanting everything to be perfect.

 

"You don't have to...." Aizawa started.

 

"I want to," Izuku interrupted firmly, and through their connection, Aizawa felt the depth of that want, the way this gesture mattered to him on a level that went far beyond simple sustenance.

 

Recognizing that Izuku needed to do this, Aizawa moved to set out their plates and utensils, arranging them carefully on their small dining table. Once that was done, he settled into a chair where the chains would allow him to watch Izuku work without getting in the way.

 

'I could watch him like this forever,' Aizawa thought, completely captivated by the sight before him.

 

There was something mesmerizing about watching Izuku cook, the careful attention he paid to each ingredient, the way he moved with quiet confidence around their kitchen, the soft concentration on his face as he focused on creating something perfect. His green curls caught the warm light from overhead, and there was a grace to his movements that spoke of someone who genuinely loved the act of preparing food for someone he cared about.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Izuku's contentment in the task, the way cooking for him brought the kid genuine joy. Every careful slice of vegetables, every adjustment to seasoning, every moment spent ensuring the meal would be exactly right, it was all infused with love and care that made Aizawa's chest tight with emotion.

 

'He's beautiful,' Aizawa thought, taking in the way the kitchen light made Izuku's skin glow, the satisfied smile that played at his lips as he worked. 'Absolutely beautiful.'

 

The domesticity of the moment, Izuku cooking while Aizawa watched, both of them comfortable in their shared space, felt more intimate than anything they'd shared yet. This was what a life together could look like, and the realization hit Aizawa with surprising force.

 

'I'm completely gone for him,' he admitted to himself, unable to look away from the sight of Izuku creating something wonderful just for them.

 

When Izuku finally finished cooking and plated their meal, they sat down to eat together. The food was exceptional, perfectly seasoned, beautifully presented, made with the kind of care that elevated simple ingredients into something special.

 

But more than the food itself, Aizawa couldn't escape the feeling that this was another date. Just like their breakfast that morning, everything about the evening felt deliberately romantic, the carefully prepared meal, the way Izuku had set everything up, the soft conversation that flowed between them as they ate.

 

'Another date,' Aizawa thought with a mixture of warmth and self!recrimination. 'He's giving me another perfect date, and I love every second of it.'

 

The guilt hit him immediately. He loved this, loved the attention, the care, the way Izuku was actively courting him with gestures both grand and small. The romantic breakfast, the intimate evening, the way the kid looked at him like he was something precious and worth pursuing.

 

'I shouldn't love this so much,' Aizawa told himself, even as he savored both the food and the company. 'I shouldn't want more of this.'

 

But through their bond, he could feel Izuku's own satisfaction with the evening, the way the kid was pleased with how the date was going. More than that, Aizawa could sense Izuku's awareness of his conflicted feelings, the way he could feel both Aizawa's enjoyment and his guilt through their connection.

 

'He knows I love this,' Aizawa realized. 'He can feel how much I want this, even when I'm trying to feel guilty about it.'

 

Through their bond came a wave of quiet satisfaction from Izuku, as if the kid was pleased that his efforts were having exactly the effect he'd hoped for. Aizawa was falling deeper, and they both knew it.

 

Bedtime

 

By the time they were ready for bed, their evening routine had evolved into something comfortable and intimate. They both changed into soft sleep shorts, forgoing shirts entirely now that it had become their norm in their private space.

 

Settling into bed felt natural, Aizawa against the wall in his usual position, with Izuku immediately curling up against his side. The kid's cheek found its place on Aizawa's bare chest, and his arm draped across his teacher's waist with the kind of possessive comfort that spoke of growing familiarity.

 

Without conscious thought, Aizawa's hand found its way into Izuku's soft green curls, fingers moving in slow, gentle strokes that he knew the kid found soothing. His other hand traced lazy patterns up and down Izuku's back, following the curve of his spine and the subtle definition of muscle that months of hero training had created.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel the immediate effect his touch was having, the way Izuku's body relaxed completely against him, tension melting away under the gentle ministrations. The kid's breathing began to slow and deepen, and Aizawa felt his contentment like a warm glow through their connection.

 

'This is what peace feels like,' Aizawa thought, continuing the soothing motions as Izuku drifted toward sleep. 'This is what home feels like.'

 

The gentle rhythm of his fingers through Izuku's hair and across his skin was lulling them both toward rest, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety that made the outside world feel very far away. Through their bond, he felt the exact moment when Izuku's consciousness began to fade, replaced by the deep contentment of approaching sleep.

 

'I could do this every night,' Aizawa realized with startling clarity. 'I want to do this every night for the rest of my life.'

 

The thought triggered an immediate spiral of guilt and self recrimination that crashed through his mind like a tidal wave.

 

'What am I doing?' Aizawa thought desperately, his hand never pausing in its gentle stroking of Izuku's hair despite his internal turmoil. 'This is my student. My sixteen year old student who trusts me completely, and I'm lying here planning a future with him like this is normal.'

 

The weight of his position, his authority, the trust that had been placed in him, it all felt crushing in that moment. He was supposed to be Izuku's teacher, his mentor, his guide into becoming a proper hero. Not... whatever this was becoming.

 

'And zashi,' his thoughts continued spiraling. 'I can't believe how accepting he was. How willing to just... go along with this arrangement like it's perfectly reasonable.'

 

The ease with which his friend had agreed to the complex dynamic they'd discussed was both comforting and alarming. Zashi hadn't questioned the ethics, hadn't pointed out the obvious problems with a teacher and student sharing the kind of intimate bond they were developing. He'd just accepted it and offered to help.

 

'Fifteen years of friendship, and he's willing to participate in... what? What are we even calling this?' Aizawa's mind raced. 'A relationship? An affair? Some kind of elaborate stress relief system?'

 

The casual way zashi had agreed to provide intimate help while Izuku experienced it through their bond should have been shocking. Instead, it had felt like the most natural thing in the world, and that terrified Aizawa more than anything else.

 

'Maybe we're all losing our minds,' he thought, feeling Izuku's peaceful breathing against his chest. 'Maybe this quirk is affecting me more than just me and Izuku. Maybe it's making everyone around us think this is acceptable when it's absolutely not.'

 

Chapter 19: Ch.19

The uncertainty was eating at him. Unable to let it go, Aizawa carefully reached for his phone on the headboard, trying not to disturb Izuku's peaceful sleep against his chest. His fingers trembled slightly as he typed out the message.

 

Sho: Why did you accept what I told you so easily? I expected you to tell me I was losing my mind, not just go along with it.

 

He hit send and then lay there, restless energy thrumming through his body despite Izuku's calming weight against him. Through their bond, he could feel the kid's deep, undisturbed sleep, but Aizawa's mind was racing too fast for rest.

 

'Come on, Hizashi,' he thought, staring at his phone screen. 'Give me something. Some explanation for why you think this is okay when I can barely convince myself it is.'

 

The minutes stretched on, and Aizawa found himself holding his breath, waiting for his friend's response. He needed to understand why Zashi had been so accepting, why there had been no judgment or concern about the obvious ethical issues. 

 

'Why does everyone else seem to think this is fine when I'm falling apart over it?' Aizawa wondered, his free hand continuing its automatic stroking through Izuku's hair while his eyes remained fixed on his phone.

 

The silence felt deafening, and his restless energy only grew stronger as he waited for an answer that might help him make sense of everything that was happening.

 

His phone finally buzzed with zashi's response:

 

Zashi: First reason:  I've known you for 15 years. Second reason: I saw you fall for him. Saw you realize you were falling for him. Watched you force yourself to stop and never treat him differently than any other student.

 

Aizawa stared at the message, his breath catching. Zashi had been watching all along, had seen through his careful professional facade to the feelings he'd thought he'd hidden so well.

 

But he could tell there was more coming. The message felt incomplete, like zashi was still typing, still working through his thoughts. Aizawa waited with growing tension, his heart pounding as he anticipated what else his friend might reveal.

 

'He knows,' Aizawa thought with a mixture of relief and mortification. 'He's known this whole time that I've been struggling with this.'

 

The fact that zashi had observed his internal battle, had watched him fight against his feelings and maintain professional boundaries, somehow made his friend's acceptance of their current situation feel less shocking and more... understanding.

 

'What else is he going to say?' Aizawa wondered, his thumb hovering over his phone screen as he waited for the rest of the message. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's continued peaceful sleep, completely unaware of the conversation that was reshaping Aizawa's understanding of his own situation.

 

'Come on, Hizashi,' he thought desperately. 'Tell me why you think this is okay now when it wasn't before.'

 

Another message came through:

 

Zashi: I know you wouldn't overstep because I've seen you pull away. Seen how much you care about not hurting him. I know you wouldn't cross lines that would damage him, and that tells me everything I need to know about your character.

 

Aizawa felt something in his chest loosen at those words. Zashi had seen his restraint, had witnessed the care he took to never let his feelings affect how he treated Izuku professionally. That recognition meant more than he could express.

 

But again, he sensed there was more coming. The way zashi was structuring his responses suggested he was building to a larger point, laying out his reasoning piece by piece. Aizawa waited with barely contained anxiety, needing to understand the full scope of his friend's perspective.

 

'He's defending me to myself,' Aizawa realized with growing wonder. 'He's telling me why he trusts me, why he believes this isn't wrong.'

 

Through their bond, Izuku remained peacefully asleep, completely unaware that his teacher was having his entire worldview reshuffled by text message. Aizawa's hand continued its automatic stroking through green curls while his mind raced to process what zashi was telling him.

 

'What's the rest?' he thought, staring at his phone screen. 'What's the final piece that makes this okay in your mind?'

 

The dots appeared again, indicating zashi was still typing, still working through his explanation of why Aizawa's guilt might be misplaced.

 

The next message arrived:

 

Zashi: I've also seen how Izuku looks at you. How head over heels he is and has been for a very long time. It's so obvious that even Uraraka noticed he liked someone, she just couldn't figure out who.

 

Aizawa's breath caught. The idea that Izuku's feelings had been visible to others, that his friend had been observing both sides of this impossible situation, was overwhelming.

 

'Izuku's been in love with me for a long time?' The thought sent a mixture of warmth and panic through Aizawa's chest. 'And it's been obvious enough that other students noticed?'

 

The revelation that Uraraka had picked up on Izuku's feelings, even without identifying the target, suggested that his student's emotions had been far less hidden than Aizawa had realized. While he'd been agonizing over his own inappropriate feelings, Izuku had apparently been wearing his heart on his sleeve for anyone observant enough to see.

 

'How long?' Aizawa wondered, looking down at the peaceful face resting against his chest. 'How long has he been feeling this way while I've been torturing myself about crossing lines?'

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's deep contentment even in sleep, the way being close like this brought him peace. If zashi was right, if these feelings had been building for a long time on both sides...

 

'Maybe we've both been suffering unnecessarily,' Aizawa thought, waiting to see if zashi had more to say about the situation they'd all been observing from the outside.

 

Another message came through:

 

Zashi: I also know you're demiromantic. You don't develop feelings easily, but when you do, they're intense. And you have a very high libido that you ignore because you think physical needs aren't rational. That's why I have to step in and help when you get too wound up to function. And you know I don't care if we're in the teachers lounge with others.

 

Aizawa stared at the message, feeling exposed in a way that was both uncomfortable and oddly relieving. Zashi had not only observed his feelings for Izuku, but had also identified patterns in his behavior that Aizawa himself had never fully acknowledged.

 

'Demiromantic,' he thought, turning the word over in his mind. 'I don't fall for people easily, but when I do...'

 

The description fit. Aizawa had never been one for casual attraction or fleeting interests. But when someone did manage to capture his attention, really capture it, the feelings were overwhelming in their intensity.

 

'And he's right about my physical needs,' Aizawa admitted to himself with growing discomfort. 'I do ignore them. Tell myself they're not important, that I can function without addressing them.'

 

Which was exactly why Zashi and sometimes nemuri had to intervene when he got too stubborn or too wound up to take care of himself. They'd been managing his neglected physical needs for years because he refused to acknowledge they were valid.

 

'So in his mind, helping me with Izuku is just... an extension of that care,' Aizawa realized. 'He sees this as me finally finding someone worth having feelings for, and he wants to help make it work.'

 

The perspective shift was staggering. What Aizawa saw as crossing inappropriate lines, zashi apparently saw as supporting a rare and genuine connection that deserved to be nurtured.

 

The next message arrived:

 

Zashi: I also know Izuku is the only person, male or female, you've ever had romantic feelings for. And from what I've seen, the same thing goes for him with you.

 

Aizawa felt his world tilt slightly. The stark truth of that statement hit him like a physical blow, because zashi was absolutely right. In all his years, through all his interactions and relationships, no one had ever stirred the kind of feelings that Izuku did.

 

'The only one,' Aizawa thought with growing wonder and terror. 'He's the only person I've ever fallen in love with.'

 

And if zashi's observations were correct, Aizawa held the same unique position in Izuku's life. They weren't just two people who happened to develop feelings, they were two people who had apparently found in each other the one person capable of inspiring this kind of deep, romantic connection.

 

'That's why Zashi thinks this is okay,' Aizawa realized with sudden clarity. 'Because it's not just attraction or infatuation. It's the real thing, and it's mutual, and it's apparently the only time either of us has ever experienced it.'

 

The rarity of what they'd found made it precious in a way that transcended normal concerns about appropriateness. This wasn't a teacher taking advantage of a student's hero worship, this was two people who had discovered they were each other's only romantic match.

 

'No wonder he's willing to help,' Aizawa thought, looking down at Izuku's peaceful face. 'He sees this as something that might never happen again for either of us.'

 

The weight of that possibility, that this might be his only chance at love, and Izuku's too, made every argument about why they shouldn't be together seem suddenly hollow.

 

Another message appeared:

 

Zashi: Second to last:  I know you know I'm not stupid. I'm very observant, and you know if I ever saw you take advantage of Izuku, you bet I would call you out on it. And so would he.

 

The message hit Aizawa with unexpected force. Zashi was right, his friend had always been incredibly perceptive, able to see through facades and identify problems before they became serious. If zashi thought their relationship was healthy rather than exploitative, that judgment carried significant weight.

 

'He's been watching,' Aizawa realized. 'Watching both of us, looking for signs that I'm overstepping or that Izuku is being harmed. And he's not seeing them.'

 

More than that, zashi was reminding him that Izuku himself would speak up if he felt taken advantage of. The kid had never been shy about voicing his opinions or standing up for what he believed was right. If he felt uncomfortable or pressured, he would say something.

 

'Izuku's not helpless,' Aizawa thought, looking down at the young man sleeping peacefully against his chest. 'He's intelligent, strong willed, and perfectly capable of setting his own boundaries.'

 

The realization that both zashi and Izuku would hold him accountable if he crossed inappropriate lines was oddly comforting. It meant his guilt might be based more on abstract concerns than actual harm being done.

 

'zashi trusts me not to hurt him,' Aizawa understood. 'And he trusts Izuku to protect himself if needed. That's why he's okay with this.'

 

There was still one more message coming, and Aizawa found himself actually looking forward to seeing what final point zashi would make to complete his argument.

 

The final message arrived:

 

Zashi: Last thing: I have a pretty good guess about what the requirements are to break the bonding chain quirk. It seems to want you two together, pulling you closer, bringing up things you tried to bury deep inside because you can't hide them anymore.

 

Aizawa's breath stopped entirely. The implication of what zashi was suggesting hit him like a freight train.

 

'The quirk isn't random,' he thought with growing shock. 'It's not just connecting us by accident. It's forcing us to confront what we've been hiding from each other.'

 

Everything made sudden, terrifying sense. The way the quirk had made it impossible for him to block their emotional connection. How it had surfaced every buried feeling, every suppressed desire, every carefully hidden truth about what they meant to each other.

 

'It won't let us break it until we stop fighting it,' Aizawa realized. 'Until we admit what we feel and stop trying to pretend it doesn't exist.'

 

The quirk wasn't just bonding them physically, it was systematically destroying every wall they'd built between themselves and forcing them into honesty. Every attempt to maintain distance had been met with increased intensity, increased connection, increased intimacy.

 

'zashi thinks the only way to break the chains is to stop resisting them,' Aizawa understood with crystal clarity. 'To accept what's happening between us instead of fighting it.'

 

Looking down at Izuku's peaceful face, Aizawa felt the truth of it settled in his bones. The quirk wouldn't release them until they stopped trying to escape what it was showing them about themselves.

 

'We have to fall completely,' he thought with a mixture of terror and relief. 'That's the only way this ends.'

 

Aizawa typed out a simple response:

 

Sho: Thank you.

 

Those two words carried the weight of everything zashi had just helped him understand. His friend had given him permission to stop fighting something that might be inevitable, and more importantly, right.

 

As he set his phone aside and settled back against his pillow, Aizawa felt exhaustion finally beginning to claim him. But as sleep approached, his mind drifted back to zashi's theory about the quirk's requirements.

 

'If he's right, if we stop fighting this and accept what's between us...' Aizawa's thoughts grew heavy with approaching sleep. 'The quirk will break. The chains will disappear.'

 

The thought that should have brought relief instead filled him with terror.

 

'It will release Izuku,' he realized with growing dread. 'Once we're honest about our feelings, once we stop hiding, the quirk will have done its job and let him go.'

 

And then what? Would Izuku choose to stay with him, or would freedom from the forced connection make him realize he'd been caught up in something artificial? Would the intensity of their bond survive without the quirk maintaining it?

 

'What if the only reason he wants this is because the quirk is making him feel it?' Aizawa thought desperately. 'What if breaking the chains means losing him entirely?'

 

The possibility that their connection might not survive the quirk's end was more terrifying than any ethical concern he'd harbored. He'd rather live with guilt than lose Izuku completely.

 

'Maybe we don't have to rush toward breaking it,' he thought as sleep finally claimed him. 'Maybe we can take our time figuring out what's real and what's the quirk before we let it end.'

 

But even as the thought formed, he knew he was just finding new ways to hide from the truth.

 

Chapter 20: Ch.20

Monday 

 

The harsh beep of Aizawa's alarm pierced through their peaceful sleep like a knife. Both of them groaned in unison, the sound muffled against each other as they instinctively tried to burrow deeper into their shared warmth.

 

'Monday,' Aizawa thought with deep reluctance, feeling Izuku's matching disappointment echo through their bond. 'Back to reality.'

 

The weekend had been perfect, their private dates, the quiet intimacy, the freedom to just be together without the complications of school and students and maintaining professional facades. Now they had to return to pretending they were just teacher and student when everything between them had fundamentally changed.

 

"Do we have to?" Izuku mumbled against his chest, voicing exactly what Aizawa was thinking.

 

"Unfortunately," Aizawa replied, though he made no immediate move to get up. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's reluctance to let go of their private world, to face the day where they'd have to be careful about every look, every interaction.

 

Eventually, necessity forced them out of bed. They moved through their morning routine with the efficiency of people who really didn't want to be doing it, helping each other with the annoying logistics of getting dressed for public consumption.

 

'Shirts,' Aizawa thought with irritation as they worked together to get the fabric over their heads and arms positioned properly through sleeves. 'Why do shirts have to be so complicated when you can't move more than three feet apart?'

 

The process required coordination and patience, both of which were in short supply when they'd rather be back in bed. But eventually they managed to get properly dressed in their professional clothes, looking like the teacher and student they were supposed to be rather than the... whatever they actually were now.

 

'Time to go back to pretending,' Aizawa thought grimly as they prepared to face the world.

 

After the ordeal of getting properly dressed, they made their way to their small kitchen area. The routine of preparing breakfast felt different now, less like two people forced together by circumstance and more like a couple sharing their morning ritual.

 

Aizawa started the coffee while Izuku handled the simpler breakfast preparations, their movements synchronized in a way that had nothing to do with the chains and everything to do with the domestic familiarity they'd developed over their long weekend together.

 

"What's our schedule today?" Izuku asked as he set out plates, though through their bond Aizawa could feel that the question was more about dreading the return to normal than genuine curiosity.

 

"Homeroom first, then I have Class 1B for hero law," Aizawa replied, taking a sip of his coffee and feeling Izuku's slight disappointment through their connection. "You'll sit in on that, then we have a faculty meeting during lunch."

 

The mention of the faculty meeting made both of them think of Present Mic and the conversations they'd had over the weekend. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's mixture of curiosity and nervousness about seeing Mic again, knowing what they'd discussed.

 

"Will it be weird?" Izuku asked quietly. "Being around everyone again? Pretending we're just... normal?"

 

'Normal,' Aizawa thought with dark amusement. 'When has anything about this situation been normal?'

 

"Probably," Aizawa admitted, settling across from Izuku at their small table. "But we'll manage."

 

Through their bond, he could feel that they were both dreading the return to public scrutiny, having to monitor every glance and interaction. Their private world had become so comfortable, so right, that the prospect of hiding it felt almost painful.

 

'Just get through today,' Aizawa told himself. 'One day at a time.'

 

Teacher's Lounge

 

They arrived early to the teacher's lounge, settling into chairs near the back where the invisible chains would be less likely to draw attention to their limited range of movement. Aizawa was already on his second cup of coffee, the caffeine barely making a dent in his reluctance to face the day.

 

Snipe was at the coffee station, pouring himself a generous glass of something that definitely wasn't coffee before heading out for his early morning patrol duties. He nodded to them both with his usual quiet professionalism, apparently unconcerned by their continued bonded state.

 

A few minutes later, Present Mic and Midnight entered together, their usual animated conversation notably more subdued than normal. But what caught Aizawa's attention was Midnight's demeanor, she was calmer than he'd seen her in days, lacking the predatory interest she'd been showing in their situation.

 

'Mic talked to her,' Aizawa realized, watching as his friends approached their usual seats. 'He must have explained the boundaries we discussed.'

 

Midnight's gaze flicked toward them, but instead of her typical knowing smirk, there was something that looked almost like respectful understanding. She didn't make any comments about their positioning or their bond, didn't even seem particularly interested in teasing them.

 

"Morning, you two," Present Mic said with his usual volume, but there was something different in his tone, warmer, more supportive than his typical casual greeting.

 

"Morning," Aizawa replied carefully, trying to gauge exactly what conversations had taken place between his colleagues.

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's curious nervousness about the change in dynamic, the way both of their friends seemed to be treating their situation with more seriousness and less entertainment than before.

 

'Whatever Mic said to her, it worked,' Aizawa thought with relief. 'She's backing off.'

 

The silence that followed was comfortable rather than tense, a marked change from the usual dynamic where Midnight would have been making pointed observations about their body language or proximity. Instead, she simply settled into her chair with her usual coffee and began reviewing what looked like lesson plans.

 

"How was your weekend?" Mic asked conversationally, though his tone carried a subtle undertone that suggested he was asking about more than just their general well being.

 

"Quiet," Aizawa replied carefully. "Restful."

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's small spike of amusement at the understatement. Their weekend had been many things, but 'quiet' and 'restful' were probably not the most accurate descriptors.

 

"Good," Mic said with a knowing smile. "You both needed that."

 

Midnight glanced up from her papers briefly, her expression thoughtful rather than predatory. "The bonding situation seems to be... stabilizing," she observed clinically. "You both look more settled."

 

It was true, Aizawa realized. Through their bond, he could feel that the constant underlying tension that had marked their first few days was gone, replaced by something that felt more like contentment and acceptance.

 

"We're adapting," he said simply, and felt Izuku's quiet agreement through their connection.

 

The conversation drifted to more mundane topics after that, schedules, lesson plans, the usual morning routine of teachers preparing for their day. But Aizawa could feel the difference in how his colleagues were treating them, the way they were being given space to exist without constant commentary or interference.

 

'This is what support looks like,' he thought, grateful for friends who knew when to step back and let things develop naturally.

 

Principal Nezu appeared in the doorway with his characteristic cheerful demeanor, though Aizawa had learned long ago to be wary of that particular smile.

 

"Ah, Aizawa-san, Midoriya-kun!" Nezu greeted them with obvious pleasure. "Perfect timing. How is the bonding situation progressing?"

 

"It's... progressing," Aizawa replied carefully, unsure where this conversation was heading.

 

"Excellent! I have a request, well, more of an assignment really," Nezu continued with that deceptively innocent tone that always meant trouble. "Aizawa-san, I'd like you to take a twilight patrol shift tonight. Four hours, from 9 PM to 1 AM. Nothing too strenuous, just a standard patrol route."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's immediate spike of interest at the mention of patrol work, followed quickly by concern about the late hours.

 

"In exchange," Nezu continued before Aizawa could object, "you'll have Tuesday completely off except for a visit to Recovery Girl to check on the quirk's progress. I thought you might appreciate some additional... recovery time."

 

The way Nezu phrased it made it clear this wasn't really a request despite being framed as one. But a full day off was appealing, especially given how draining it was becoming to maintain their professional facade in public.

 

"The patrol route is quiet," Nezu added, his eyes twinkling with what might have been mischief. "Very little foot traffic, minimal chance of incidents. Perfect for a bonded pair who might benefit from some... collaborative field experience."

 

'He knows exactly what he's doing,' Aizawa realized, recognizing the principal's talent for orchestrating situations that served multiple purposes. 'He's giving us patrol time together and a day off afterward.'

 

"That's... acceptable," Aizawa said finally, feeling Izuku's excitement through their bond at the prospect of an actual hero patrol together.

 

After Nezu left with his characteristic satisfied smile, Aizawa sat back and observed as Present Mic turned his attention to Izuku, striking up a conversation about the upcoming patrol.

 

"So you get to do some real hero work tonight!" Mic said enthusiastically. "That's got to be exciting after being stuck in classrooms all week."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's genuine excitement about the patrol, the way the prospect of fieldwork with him made the kid practically vibrate with anticipation. But underneath that excitement, there was something else, a subtle warmth that made Aizawa pay closer attention.

 

'Interesting,' Aizawa thought, using their connection to analyze Izuku's emotional response to his friend.

 

As Mic continued talking, gesturing animatedly about patrol strategies and techniques, Aizawa felt a faint thread of... appreciation flowing through their bond. Not the deep, romantic attraction that Izuku felt for him, but something more surface level. Physical appeal, maybe. The recognition that Mic was an attractive person, even if that attraction didn't run particularly deep.

 

'He finds Mic slightly attractive,' Aizawa realized with fascination rather than jealousy. 'Not romantically, not intensely, but there's definitely some physical appreciation there.'

 

It was a far cry from the complete lack of interest Izuku had shown toward his female classmates, and infinitely different from the deep, consuming feelings he had for Aizawa himself. But it was something, and given their earlier conversations about Mic's potential involvement in their stress relief arrangements, it was... relevant information.

 

'That could make things easier,' Aizawa thought, filing the observation away. 'If he's not completely indifferent to Mic physically, it might make the dynamic less awkward.'

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's continued focus on the conversation, unaware that his emotional responses were being so carefully monitored and analyzed.

 

Homeroom 

 

When they reached their classroom, the students were already settling into their usual morning routine. Aizawa made his way to the front while Izuku took his seat, the invisible chains allowing them just enough distance for a relatively normal classroom setup.

 

"Before we start," Aizawa announced without preamble, "Midoriya and I will be absent from classes tomorrow. No, we won't be explaining why, and no, it's not something you need to worry about."

 

Immediately, hands shot up around the room, but Aizawa held up a hand to forestall the inevitable questions.

 

"I said we wouldn't be explaining," he repeated firmly. "Instead, you'll be using tomorrow to work on the hero analysis projects I assigned last week. Those are due next Monday, so consider this extra time a gift."

 

"But Aizawa-sensei...." Kaminari started.

 

"No questions," Aizawa cut him off. "The projects are self explanatory. If you have specific research questions, ask your assigned hero directly or consult the library resources."

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's mixture of amusement and slight embarrassment at being the subject of classroom speculation again. The invisible chains meant their classmates couldn't see their physical connection anymore, but their continued joint absences were clearly still drawing attention.

 

"Today's schedule proceeds as normal," Aizawa continued. "Midoriya will continue accompanying me to maintain the quirk requirements. Questions about that are also off limits."

 

The class exchanged glances, clearly bursting with curiosity they weren't allowed to express, but they knew better than to push when Aizawa used that particular tone of voice.

 

'At least they're learning not to pry,' Aizawa thought with satisfaction.

 

As the homeroom period settled into quiet work time, Izuku pulled out his notebook and the research materials he'd been gathering for his Eraserhead analysis project. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel his focused determination to create something comprehensive and impressive.

 

"Aizawa-sensei," Izuku said quietly, raising his hand slightly. "For the project, what would you say motivates you to continue underground hero work when it doesn't offer the same recognition as other hero paths?"

 

The question was clearly part of his assignment, but Aizawa could feel through their connection that Izuku genuinely wanted to understand this aspect of his personality and career choices.

 

"Recognition isn't the goal," Aizawa replied, keeping his voice low enough that other students could focus on their own work. "Underground heroes fill gaps that flashier heroes can't. We handle situations that require subtlety, stealth, and information gathering."

 

Izuku scribbled notes eagerly, then looked up with another question. "How do you balance the isolation of underground work with the collaborative requirements of teaching?"

 

'Good question,' Aizawa thought, appreciating the depth of Izuku's analysis. "They complement each other. Teaching reminds me why the work matters. Underground work keeps my skills sharp for practical application."

 

As long as Izuku's questions remained professional and project focused, Aizawa was content to help him create what would undoubtedly be an exceptional analysis. Through their bond, he could feel the kid's excitement at getting firsthand insights that no other student would have access to.

 

"Next question," Aizawa said, settling back in his chair. The give and take felt natural, professional, exactly what their relationship should look like to outside observers.

 

As their conversation continued, Aizawa began to pick up on something deeper through their bond. Beneath Izuku's professional curiosity was a growing sense of yearning, not just intellectual interest in underground work, but genuine attraction to the concept. But there was conflict there too, as if Izuku was torn between what appealed to him and what he thought he should want.

 

'He's drawn to it,' Aizawa realized with growing interest. 'The stealth, the subtlety, the focus on actual results rather than public recognition.'

 

It made sense, really. Izuku had always been more interested in helping people than in fame or glory. His analytical mind would be perfect for the kind of detailed investigation and strategic thinking that underground work required.

 

'What if I could convince him?' Aizawa thought, an idea beginning to form. 'What if instead of trying to compete with the daylight hero path, I could show him why underground work might suit him better?'

 

"You know," Aizawa said carefully, "tonight's patrol will give you some insight into twilight heroics. It's a middle ground between underground and daylight work, less public scrutiny than daytime heroes, but more visible than pure underground operations."

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's immediate spike of interest, the way the prospect clearly appealed to him.

 

"The success rates for twilight and underground heroes are actually higher than daylight heroes in certain categories," Aizawa continued, watching Izuku's expression. "Lower injury rates too, because we rely on strategy and preparation rather than direct confrontation."

 

'Hook him with facts,' Aizawa thought, feeling Izuku's analytical mind engage with the information. 'Show him why this path makes sense for someone with his skills and temperament.'

 

"Really?" Izuku asked, leaning forward with obvious fascination.

 

The bell rang before Aizawa could elaborate further, cutting their conversation short. As students waited for their next classes, Aizawa felt a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation through their bond, Izuku was clearly intrigued by what they'd discussed.

 

"Time for hero law with Class 1B," Aizawa said, standing and gathering his materials. Through their connection, he felt Izuku's excitement at the prospect of observing another class.

 

They made their way through the hallways to the 1B classroom, where the first year students were already settling in for what many considered one of the more challenging theoretical courses. Aizawa took his position at the front while Izuku found a seat near the back where he could observe without being too conspicuous.

 

"Today we're covering the legal precedents for quirk usage in emergency situations," Aizawa announced to the class, launching into the lesson with his usual no nonsense approach.

 

But even as he taught, Aizawa was acutely aware of Izuku's attention through their bond. The kid wasn't just casually observing, he was completely fascinated, hanging on every word with an intensity that was almost tangible through their connection.

 

'He's studying my teaching style,' Aizawa realized, feeling Izuku's analytical mind working to understand not just the content but the methodology, the way he structured information and engaged with students.

 

Through their bond, he could sense Izuku's admiration for how he handled the more difficult concepts, how he guided students through complex legal scenarios without overwhelming them. The kid was absorbing everything, the teaching techniques, the subject matter, even the way Aizawa commanded the classroom.

 

'He's fixated,' Aizawa thought with a mixture of pride and something warmer. 'Completely captivated.'

 

The intensity of Izuku's focus was almost distracting, but in the best possible way.

 

Halfway through the lesson, Aizawa felt something shift through their bond. Izuku's academic fascination was transforming into something else entirely, thoughts that were definitely not appropriate for a classroom setting. Heat began building through their connection, and Aizawa could sense the exact moment when the kid's admiration for his teaching abilities took a decidedly inappropriate turn.

 

'Not now,' Aizawa thought desperately, trying to maintain his composure while feeling Izuku's thoughts spiral into territory that involved a lot less teaching and a lot more of that authoritative tone being used for entirely different purposes.

 

He needed to distract Izuku fast, before the kid's enhanced physiology made their shared arousal impossible to hide. Thinking quickly, Aizawa turned to the whiteboard and began writing out a complex legal scenario.

 

Chapter 21: Ch.21

"Midoriya," he called out, his voice carrying just enough authority to snap the kid's attention back to the academic content. "Since you're observing today, why don't you walk us through the legal implications of this scenario?"

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's sharp intake of breath, followed by the mental scramble to shift from inappropriate thoughts back to legal analysis. The sudden demand for intellectual engagement did exactly what Aizawa had hoped, it forced Izuku's enhanced brain to redirect its focus.

 

"Um, yes sir," Izuku replied, his voice slightly strained as he fought to concentrate on the legal precedents rather than... other things. They both could feel the spike of arousal when izuku called him sir, they were going to ignore that for now.

 

'Good boy,' Aizawa thought with relief, feeling the heat in their bond begin to cool as Izuku threw himself into the analytical challenge. 'Crisis averted.'

 

For now, anyway.

 

But even as Aizawa congratulated himself on defusing the situation, he couldn't help his own reaction to the way Izuku had said "yes sir." Hearing it caused his dick to twitch with interest. There was something about that particular combination of words in that slightly breathless voice that sent an unwanted spike of heat through him.

 

'Don't,' he commanded himself sharply, forcing his attention back to the lesson even as he felt his body's response to Izuku's unconscious submission. The reaction wasn't noticeable to anyone else in the classroom, thankfully, but through their bond he knew Izuku felt every moment of it.

 

'Focus on the law,' Aizawa told himself desperately, turning back to the whiteboard and writing additional case citations with perhaps more force than necessary. 'Think about legal precedents, not about how Izuku sounds when he calls you sir.'

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's awareness of his reaction, which only made the situation more complicated. The kid was trying to concentrate on his legal analysis, but there was a part of his mind that was definitely filing away the knowledge that calling Aizawa "sir" had such an effect.

 

'This is going to be a very long class,' Aizawa realized, determinedly focusing on Section 12B of the Hero Public Safety Commission guidelines while trying to ignore the way their bond was still humming with barely suppressed tension.

 

The legal precedents suddenly seemed a lot less important than getting through the next thirty minutes without completely losing his professional composure.

 

Free Period 

 

Teacher's Lounge

 

They somehow managed to make it through the rest of the hero law class without any further incidents, though the tension between them remained simmering just below the surface. When the bell finally rang, Aizawa felt nothing but relief as they made their way back to the teacher's lounge.

 

"One hour until the faculty meeting," Aizawa muttered, immediately heading for the coffee station. He was definitely going to need more caffeine to get through the rest of the day, especially if the morning was any indication of how challenging it was going to be to maintain professional boundaries.

 

Izuku settled into one of the chairs, pulling out his notebook to continue working on his analysis project, though through their bond Aizawa could feel that the kid's focus was still somewhat scattered after their classroom... moment.

 

Present Mic arrived a few minutes later, also enjoying his free period, and headed straight for his own coffee with the weary expression of someone who'd just finished dealing with first year students.

 

"Rough morning?" Mic asked conversationally, though his eyes held that knowing glint that suggested he was picking up on more than just general teacher fatigue.

 

"You could say that," Aizawa replied carefully, taking a long sip of his coffee and hoping the caffeine would help him regain some semblance of control over the situation.

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's mixture of embarrassment and lingering arousal from their classroom encounter, and he had to work to keep his own expression neutral despite the shared sensations.

 

'Just get through the next hour,' he told himself. 'Then tonight's patrol, and then a day off to figure this out.'

 

They settled onto the small couch together while Mic took one of the nearby chairs, the arrangement casual enough to seem normal to anyone who might wander in. For a few minutes, they just sat in comfortable silence, drinking coffee and trying to decompress from the morning's challenges.

 

"So," Mic said eventually, his voice carefully casual, "I was thinking about stopping by your place after classes today. You know, to talk about what we discussed over the weekend."

 

The immediate physical response from both Aizawa and Izuku was impossible to miss. Aizawa felt his own sharp intake of breath mirrored and amplified through their bond as Izuku's reaction crashed into him like a wave. The shared sensation created a feedback loop that left them both struggling to maintain composure.

 

'He's really going to do it,' Aizawa thought, his pulse quickening as the reality of their arrangement became tangible. 'This is actually happening.'

 

"That... would be good," Aizawa managed, his voice rougher than he intended. "When were you thinking?"

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's complete inability to form words, the way the kid's face was burning bright red as he tried to process the conversation happening around him. The poor kid looked like he might combust from embarrassment and anticipation.

 

"After dinner maybe?" Mic suggested, apparently enjoying the effect his words were having on both of them. "Give you both time to... prepare yourselves mentally."

 

The knowing tone in Mic's voice made it clear he was very much aware of how his casual mention of their arrangement was affecting them, and he seemed to find their flustered responses both amusing and endearing.

 

'This is going to be a very long day,' Aizawa realized, feeling Izuku's continued speechless anticipation through their bond.

 

After a moment of visible struggle, Izuku finally managed to find his voice, though it came out slightly breathless.

 

"You're welcome to join us for dinner," he said, his words careful but sincere. "That way I could... get to know you a little better outside of teaching."

 

As he spoke, Izuku shifted slightly on the couch, and through their bond Aizawa felt the spike of want that accompanied the movement. The kid was clearly thinking about what "getting to know" Mic might entail, given their arrangement, and the anticipation was affecting him in ways that were impossible to hide through their connection.

 

'He wants this,' Aizawa realized with a mixture of arousal and protective concern. 'He's nervous but he genuinely wants to explore this dynamic with Mic.'

 

"That sounds perfect," Mic replied warmly, his smile genuine. "I'd like to get to know you better too, Izuku. Outside of the classroom dynamic."

 

The way Mic said it made it clear he understood the invitation for what it was, a chance to establish comfort and trust before they moved into more intimate territory. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's gratitude for Mic's gentle approach, mixed with the continued anticipation that was making it difficult for either of them to concentrate on anything else.

 

"Dinner it is then," Aizawa confirmed, though his voice carried the same rough edge that suggested he was just as affected by the conversation as Izuku was.

 

'Tonight is going to change everything,' he thought, feeling the truth of it settling in his chest like a stone.

 

The teacher's lounge remained empty except for the three of them, creating an intimate bubble where they could speak more freely. Mic leaned forward slightly in his chair, his expression growing more serious and caring.

 

"I want you both to know," Mic said quietly, "that we don't have to do anything you're not completely comfortable with. This is about helping you both, not about what I want."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's immediate response to Mic's gentle reassurance, a wave of gratitude mixed with trust that made it clear how much the careful approach meant to him.

 

"We can start slow," Mic continued, his voice warm and understanding. "Just see how you both feel, what works, what doesn't. There's no pressure for anything specific to happen."

 

Aizawa found himself oddly moved by his friend's consideration, the way Mic was prioritizing their comfort over any other concerns. Through their connection, he could feel that Izuku was equally affected by the caring tone.

 

"Thank you," Izuku said softly, his voice carrying genuine emotion. "For being so... understanding about all of this."

 

"Hey," Mic smiled, "that's what friends do. We look out for each other."

 

The simple statement hit both of them hard through their bond, the reminder that this wasn't just about physical needs, but about care and friendship and trust. Mic wasn't just offering to help with stress relief,  he was offering to be part of something deeper and more meaningful.

 

'This is why Izuku trusts him,' Aizawa realized. 'Because Mic makes it about care, not just satisfaction.'

 

The serious moment was broken when Mic's expression shifted to something more playfully mischievous.

 

"Besides," Mic said with a light grin, "you both have extremely high libidos that you're terrible at managing. At least now I have scientific justification for all the times I've had to step in over the years."

 

Aizawa felt his face heat up at the casual observation, while through their bond he felt Izuku's mortified embarrassment at having his needs so bluntly acknowledged.

 

"I don't try to ignore mine," Aizawa protested, though even as he said it, he knew it was a weak defense.

 

"Right," Mic laughed, "and how's that working out for you? Because from where I'm sitting, you've been wound tighter than a spring for years until this whole bonding situation forced you to actually acknowledge what you need."

 

The teasing was gentle but pointed, and through their bond Aizawa felt Izuku's mixture of embarrassment and amusement at Mic's accurate assessment of his teacher's stubborn habits.

 

"That's different," Aizawa muttered, but he could feel through their connection that Izuku was silently agreeing with Mic's observation.

 

"Uh huh," Mic said with obvious skepticism. "Well, at least now you have someone who can help keep you both from getting too wound up. Think of me as preventive maintenance."

 

The casual way he described it made both of them flush, but there was something comforting about his matter of fact approach to their complicated situation.

 

With a few minutes left before the faculty meeting, Mic glanced around the empty lounge and then looked back at Izuku with a mischievous expression.

 

"You know, Izuku, since we're talking about this stuff anyway," Mic said, his tone conspiratorial, "want to hear about one of the times I had to step in and help your teacher? Right here in this very room, actually. Last year."

 

Aizawa's coffee cup froze halfway to his lips. "Hizashi, don't you dare...."

 

"Oh, this sounds interesting," Izuku said, his embarrassment forgotten in favor of curiosity. Through their bond, Aizawa felt his genuine fascination at getting insight into this aspect of their relationship.

 

"It was during exam week," Mic continued, ignoring Aizawa's warning glare. "Shota had been grading for about twelve hours straight, hadn't eaten, hadn't slept properly in days. He was so wound up he was practically vibrating with stress."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's growing interest, the way the kid was hanging on every word while trying to imagine the scenario.

 

"I came in here to grab something from my locker," Mic went on, "and found him just sitting at that table over there, staring at papers but not actually grading anything. Completely frozen with tension."

 

"Mic," Aizawa said warningly, though he could feel through their connection that Izuku was desperate to hear the rest of the story.

 

"What did you do?" Izuku asked, his voice slightly breathless with anticipation.

 

"Well," Mic said with a knowing smile, "I tried talking to him first, but he was too far gone to listen. So I do what I always do when he gets like that."

 

Before Aizawa could react, Mic reached over and threaded his fingers through Aizawa's dark hair, giving it a firm, deliberate tug that made Aizawa's breath hitch audibly.

 

The response was immediate and overwhelming. Through their bond, Izuku felt every moment of Aizawa's body's reaction, the way his pupils dilated, the sharp spike of arousal, the involuntary sound that escaped his throat before he could stop it. Izuku felt and saw aizawa's hips buck seeking friction, his back arch, how close he is to cumming.

 

"Just like that," Mic said conversationally, as if he wasn't currently demonstrating exactly how to take Aizawa apart with a simple gesture. "Instant stress relief."

 

Aizawa's hands gripped the edge of the couch, his breathing uneven as he tried to regain his composure. Through their connection, Izuku was experiencing every sensation, every moment of the helpless pleasure that the hair pulling triggered.

 

"Hizashi," Aizawa managed, his voice rough and strained with a slight whine.

 

"See?" Mic said to Izuku, finally releasing his grip but keeping his hand resting gently in Aizawa's hair. "Works every time. Though usually I have to do it around three times before he actually relaxes completely."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's fascination and arousal at witnessing the demonstration, the way the kid was filing away every detail of Mic's technique and Aizawa's response.

 

'He's learning exactly how to affect me,' Aizawa realized with a mixture of arousal and trepidation. 'Both of them are.'

 

As Mic's hand finally withdrew completely, Aizawa became acutely aware of just how close he'd come to completely losing control right there in the teacher's lounge. His breathing was still uneven, his grip on the couch edge white knuckled, and he could feel the tremor in his hands that spoke to how thoroughly that simple demonstration had affected him.

 

Both Izuku and Mic could see it, the way his carefully maintained composure had cracked, how close he'd been to the kind of response that would have been impossible to hide or explain away. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's amazed realization of just how powerful that particular trigger was for him. If izuku wasn't so fascinated it would have affected him just as powerfully.

 

'He felt all of it,' Aizawa thought, trying to steady his breathing while knowing that Izuku had experienced every moment of his near complete undoing. 'He knows exactly how close I came to...'

 

The shared knowledge hung between them, intimate and overwhelming. Izuku had felt through their connection just how thin the line was between Mic's casual help and something much more intense, much more complete.

 

"That's..." Izuku's voice was barely a whisper, his face flushed as he processed what he'd witnessed and experienced secondhand. "That's really effective."

 

"Usually takes a bit more than that to get the full effect," Mic said gently, his expression understanding rather than teasing. "But the bond is amplifying everything for both of you right now."

 

Aizawa nodded shakily, still working to regain his equilibrium while feeling Izuku's continued awe through their connection. The demonstration had been far more educational than any explanation could have been.

 

'Now he knows,' Aizawa thought. 'Now he really understands what we're talking about for tonight.'

 

The remaining minutes before the faculty meeting were spent with Aizawa desperately trying to regain his physical composure, acutely aware that he needed to be presentable before facing the rest of their colleagues. Through their bond, he could feel that Izuku was dealing with the same problem, both of them affected by what had just transpired.

 

'Think about anything else,' Aizawa told himself, but it was difficult when he could feel Izuku's continued arousal echoing through their connection, creating a feedback loop that made recovery nearly impossible.

 

Apparently sensing their struggle, Mic cleared his throat and shifted to safer conversational territory.

 

"So, about dinner tonight," he said casually, though his tone was deliberately light to help distract them. "Would it be helpful if I brought something? I make a pretty decent pasta dish, and it might be easier than trying to cook while you're both... adjusting to having me there."

 

The practical offer gave them both something concrete to focus on besides their current physical state. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's gratitude for the distraction and the thoughtful gesture.

 

"That would be good," Aizawa managed, his voice still slightly rough but more controlled than it had been moments before. "We have salad ingredients and non alcoholic wine if you want to bring the main course."

 

"Perfect," Mic smiled. "I'll bring everything we need for a proper dinner. Should I come by around six?"

 

The normal conversation was helping, Aizawa realized with relief. Both he and Izuku were gradually returning to a state where they could face the faculty meeting without obvious evidence of what had just occurred.

 

'Crisis management,' Aizawa thought gratefully. 'Leave it to Mic to know exactly how to help.'

 

Chapter 22: Ch.22

 

Faculty Meeting

 

By the time other teachers began filtering into the lounge for the scheduled meeting, both Aizawa and Izuku had managed to regain their composure. They settled into chairs near the back, the invisible chains allowing them to sit close enough to appear normal while giving Aizawa a clear view of the room.

 

Principal Nezu entered with his characteristic energy, carrying a stack of papers and wearing that smile that usually meant he had plans the faculty wouldn't entirely appreciate.

 

"Thank you all for gathering," Nezu began cheerfully. "Today's agenda is mercifully brief. First, the upcoming parent conferences, schedule adjustments have been posted. Second, budget allocations for spring semester equipment requests. And third, updated security protocols following last month's incident."

 

Aizawa found himself only half listening to the administrative details, too aware of Izuku's presence beside him and the lingering effects of their earlier... demonstration. Through their bond, he could feel that Izuku was similarly distracted, though the kid was making a valiant effort to take notes.

 

"Aizawa-san," Nezu's voice cut through his wandering thoughts. "Since you and Midoriya-kun will be unavailable tomorrow, I trust tonight's patrol preparation is proceeding smoothly?"

 

"Yes," Aizawa replied, grateful his voice sounded steady. "We'll be ready."

 

"Excellent. And the bonding situation continues to stabilize, I trust?"

 

There was something in Nezu's tone that suggested he was aware of more than he was letting on, but Aizawa simply nodded. "We're managing."

 

"Wonderful. Please ensure you file your patrol report by Wednesday morning."

 

As the meeting continued with mundane discussions of scheduling and procedures, Aizawa found himself counting down the minutes until they could return to the relative privacy of their quarters.

 

"One final announcement," Nezu said, consulting his notes. "Beginning this Friday and extending through Monday, students will have an extended break to visit family. The dormitories will be closed to give our residential students a chance to reconnect with their support systems at home."

 

Both Aizawa and Izuku sat up straighter at this unexpected news. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's immediate spike of interest and anticipation.

 

"Faculty members without immediate responsibilities are also encouraged to take this time for personal matters," Nezu continued with that characteristic smile that suggested he knew exactly what kind of "personal matters" some people might need to address. "Classes will resume Tuesday morning."

 

'Four days,' Aizawa thought, the implications hit him immediately. 'Four days without students, without classes, without having to maintain professional facades.'

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's matching realization and the wave of excitement that accompanied it. Four days where they could simply exist together without the constant pressure of hiding their relationship, without worrying about curious students or maintaining appropriate distance.

 

"The dormitory closure begins Friday morning," Nezu added. "Please ensure any outstanding business is completed by then."

 

As the meeting concluded and teachers began to disperse, Aizawa remained seated, still processing the unexpected gift they'd just been handed. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's barely contained excitement at the prospect of genuine privacy and freedom.

 

As the other faculty members began filing out, Aizawa raised his hand to get Nezu's attention.

 

"What about students who don't have suitable homes to return to?" he asked, thinking immediately of Todoroki's complicated family situation and Shinso's placement in the foster system.

 

"I've already arranged for Todoroki-kun and Shinso-kun to remain in the dormitories," Nezu replied. "They're the only two students who require alternative housing arrangements."

 

Izuku cleared his throat nervously. "What about... what about me? If the bond breaks before then? My mom is visiting my dad in America for a few months, so I don't really have anywhere to go either."

 

"An excellent point," Nezu said thoughtfully. "Given the bonding situation, you and Aizawa-san will naturally need to remain in your shared quarters on the top floor regardless of the quirk's status. If the quirk doesn't break within the month I will instruct the last two dorms on the top floor to also be converted to give you both more space and extra bedroom as well."

 

Aizawa felt relief flow through their bond from Izuku, but then Nezu continued.

 

"However, I cannot allow you to remain completely unsupervised with the students. Present Mic-san," Nezu turned to address Mic directly, "would you be willing to take up temporary residence in one of the dormitory rooms to provide faculty oversight during the break?"

 

Mic's eyes flicked between Aizawa and Izuku, clearly understanding the implications. "Of course, Principal. I'd be happy to help keep an eye on things."

 

"Excellent. You'll have your choice of available rooms on any floor except the top level, which will remain private quarters for our bonded pair."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's mixture of excitement and nervousness. Four days of privacy, but with Mic nearby and available for... whatever might develop between them.

 

'Perfect arrangement,' Aizawa thought. 'Close enough to help, far enough to give us space.'

 

Walking to Training

 

As they made their way through the corridors toward the training facility where Class 1A would be gathering for their afternoon session, Aizawa found his mind turning over the faculty meeting with growing suspicion.

 

'Too convenient,' he thought, replaying Nezu's announcements and responses. 'The timing of this break, the specific arrangements, the way he had answers ready for every concern we raised.'

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's focused anticipation for the upcoming training session, but Aizawa's attention was elsewhere. Nezu's behavior had been oddly orchestrated, from the casual way he'd announced the extended break to his immediate solutions for their supervision concerns.

 

'He knew we'd ask about Todoroki and Shinso,' Aizawa realized. 'He knew we'd need Mic nearby. He had this whole arrangement planned before he even walked into that meeting.'

 

The principal's characteristic smile, the way his eyes had twinkled when discussing their "personal matters," the convenient timing that gave them four uninterrupted days right when their relationship was reaching a critical point, none of it felt coincidental.

 

'What are you up to, you manipulative little rodent?' Aizawa wondered with grudging admiration. 'And what do you know about this bonding quirk that you're not telling us?'

 

Nezu had a reputation for orchestrating situations that served multiple purposes, often engineering outcomes that benefited everyone involved while advancing his own mysterious agenda. This felt exactly like one of his elaborate schemes.

 

'He wants something from this situation,' Aizawa concluded as they approached the training room. 'The question is what, and whether it aligns with what we want.'

 

Given how perfectly everything was falling into place, Aizawa suspected it probably did.

 

Training 

 

The training facility was already set up for combat practice when they arrived, and Class 1A was assembled and ready for instruction. Aizawa moved to the center of the space, his voice carrying easily across the room.

 

"Today we're focusing on quirkless combat fundamentals," he announced. "Pair up for sparring practice. I want to see improvement in your hand to hand techniques without relying on your quirks."

 

He began calling out the pairings, matching students based on size, skill level, and training needs. "Bakugo with Kirishima. Todoroki with Iida. Kaminari with Sero. Yaoyorozu with Jirou..."

 

As he continued down the list, the invisible chains naturally kept him close to where Izuku was standing. When he reached the end of his assignments, one pairing remained obvious.

 

"Midoriya, you're with me," Aizawa said, noting the way several students perked up with interest at the announcement. "Quirkless sparring only. I want to see how your technical skills have progressed."

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's spike of excitement at the prospect of training directly with him again, mixed with nervous anticipation about performing in front of their classmates.

 

"Everyone else, spread out and begin your matches," Aizawa continued. "Focus on form and technique. I'll be observing while working with Midoriya."

 

As the other students moved to their designated areas and began their practice bouts, Aizawa turned his attention to Izuku, settling into a ready stance.

 

"No quirk," he reminded quietly. "Just skill and technique."

 

"Yes sir," Izuku replied, falling into his own fighting stance, and Aizawa tried not to react to that particular combination of words after their earlier classroom incident.

 

But trying and succeeding were two different things. Despite his best efforts, Aizawa felt his body's automatic response to the submissive tone, and through their bond he knew Izuku was acutely aware of it.

 

'Focus,' Aizawa commanded himself, but the damage was done. They were both affected now, standing in front of their entire class while trying to pretend they weren't having completely inappropriate reactions to each other.

 

"Be a good boy," Aizawa said quietly, hoping to center them both on the training exercise, but the words came out with more authority than he'd intended.

 

The immediate spike of arousal from Izuku through their bond was unmistakable, and Aizawa realized his attempt to regain control had only made things worse. The kid was responding to his commanding tone in ways that had nothing to do with sparring practice.

 

Before either of them could become more affected, Aizawa immediately launched into the training exercise, moving forward with a controlled strike that forced Izuku to focus on defense rather than the tension building between them.

 

'Keep him moving,' Aizawa thought, following up with a series of technical combinations that required all of Izuku's attention and skill to counter. 'Don't give him time to think about anything else.'

 

The physical activity helped, forcing both of them to channel their energy into the sparring match rather than the inappropriate desires that kept threatening to surface. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's gradual shift from arousal to focused determination as the combat exercise demanded his full concentration.

 

'This is safer,' Aizawa realized. 'As long as we keep moving, keep fighting, we can manage this.'

 

The sparring match that followed was intense and technical, showcasing years of Izuku's training under Aizawa's guidance. Without his quirk to rely on, Izuku had to depend entirely on the hand to hand combat skills they'd been developing together.

 

Aizawa opened with a testing jab toward Izuku's shoulder, which the younger man deflected smoothly before countering with a low sweep. Aizawa stepped back, avoiding the leg sweep, and immediately pressed forward with a combination of strikes that forced Izuku into a defensive pattern.

 

'Good reflexes,' Aizawa noted, watching how Izuku read his movements and adjusted accordingly. The kid had learned to anticipate his fighting style, using their bond to predict attacks before they fully developed.

 

Izuku ducked under a high cross and came up with an uppercut that Aizawa barely managed to catch on his forearm. The impact sent a jolt through both of them via their connection, but instead of being distracting, it seemed to sharpen their focus.

 

They moved in a complex dance of attack and counter attack, Aizawa's capture weapon remaining deliberately unused to keep the match purely about physical technique. Izuku's speed and agility were impressive, but Aizawa's experience gave him the edge in reading openings and exploiting weaknesses.

 

When Izuku attempted a spinning kick, Aizawa caught his leg and used the momentum to sweep him, but Izuku rolled with the takedown and came up in a defensive crouch, earning approving murmurs from their watching classmates.

 

"Better," Aizawa acknowledged, circling around for another engagement. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's determination to prove himself, the pride in his teacher's approval driving him to push harder.

 

The match continued for several more minutes, both of them breathing hard but completely focused on the technical exchange, their earlier tension successfully channeled into productive training.

 

As the sparring progressed, it became clear that Aizawa was gaining the upper hand through sheer experience and tactical superiority. He had Izuku backed into a corner, about to land the decisive combination that would end the match, when Izuku suddenly leaped backward, using his enhanced agility to break free from the trap.

 

The unexpected escape drew excited shouts from their watching classmates and reset the engagement entirely. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's fierce determination not to be defeated, the competitive fire that refused to accept anything less than victory.

 

'He's not giving up,' Aizawa realized with a mixture of pride and renewed competitive spirit. 'Good.'

 

The near defeat seemed to ignite something in both of them. What had started as a training exercise transformed into a genuine battle of wills, their competitive natures bleeding through their shared connection and amplifying each other's drive to win.

 

Izuku came at him with renewed intensity, his movements sharper and more aggressive than before. Through their bond, Aizawa felt the kid's absolute refusal to lose, which only triggered his own competitive instincts in response.

 

'You want to beat me?' Aizawa thought with dark satisfaction as he met Izuku's assault with increased force. 'Prove you can.'

 

They exchanged rapid combinations, neither giving ground, their shared determination creating a feedback loop that pushed both of them beyond their normal limits. The watching students had gone silent, recognizing that they were witnessing something exceptional, two fighters absolutely refusing to yield to the other.

 

'This is what we're really like together,' Aizawa realized as they continued their intense exchange. 'Perfectly matched, pushing each other to be better.'

 

In a desperate move to gain advantage, Izuku managed to get close enough to grab a handful of Aizawa's hair, using it to control his head position for what should have been a decisive strike. But the moment his fingers tangled in the dark strands, everything changed.

 

The physical response was immediate and overwhelming for both of them. Through their bond, Aizawa felt not only his own body's helpless reaction to having his hair pulled, but Izuku's shock at the intensity of the sensation he was experiencing secondhand. It brought both of them close to cumming, so very close. It was the same response Mic had triggered earlier, but amplified by their connection and the adrenaline of combat.

 

'Can't let this stop me,' Aizawa thought desperately, drawing on years of experience fighting through distractions and physical compromises. He'd learned long ago how to compartmentalize his body's reactions and continue functioning in combat situations.

 

But Izuku hadn't. The kid was completely unprepared for the overwhelming sensations flooding through their bond, his concentration shattered by the unexpected intensity of what he was feeling both physically and through their connection.

 

In that moment of Izuku's distraction, Aizawa broke free from the hair grip and used his student's momentary disorientation to his advantage. A quick combination of moves later, he had Izuku pinned to the training mat, the match definitively over.

 

"I win," Aizawa said breathlessly, though both of them were struggling to regain their composure for entirely different reasons than simple exertion. As aizawa straddled him they could feel both of their erections rub against each other.

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's mixture of defeat, embarrassment, and continued arousal from what had just transpired between them in front of their entire class.

 

'At least no one else knows why that happened,' Aizawa thought with relief, slowly releasing his hold on the pinned student.

 

But as he moved to get up, Aizawa felt another surge through their bond, Izuku's reaction to being pinned beneath him. The position, the weight, the dominance of being held down had triggered something in the kid that had nothing to do with losing the sparring match and everything to do with submission and desire.

 

'He liked being pinned,' Aizawa realized with a jolt, feeling the heat radiating through their connection. 'Really liked it.'

 

The knowledge hit him at exactly the wrong moment, when they were both already compromised and surrounded by their class. Aizawa quickly stood up, putting distance between them while trying to ignore the way Izuku's response was affecting him through their shared bond.

 

"Good match," he said loudly enough for the watching students to hear. "Everyone, continue your practice. Midoriya and I need to... cool down."

 

The excuse was weak but necessary. Through their connection, he could feel that they both desperately needed to get away from the curious eyes of their classmates before their reactions became even more obvious.

"Showers," Aizawa muttered under his breath, helping Izuku to his feet. "Now."

 

The walk to the locker room was going to be awkward enough, but the shared shower situation with their three foot chain limitation was going to be absolutely torturous given their current state.

 

'This is going to be a disaster,' Aizawa thought as they made their way toward the facilities, acutely aware of every spike of arousal and embarrassment flowing between them through their bond.

 

But they didn't have a choice. They needed privacy, and they needed to cool down before facing the class again.

Chapter 23: Ch.23

Locker Room 

 

The training facility's shower area offered more privacy than their shared quarters, with individual curtained stalls that could provide some visual separation even if the chains kept them physically close. Once they were alone in the empty locker room, Aizawa turned to face Izuku directly.

 

Using two fingers under his chin, Aizawa lifted Izuku's face until their eyes met. The touch was gentle but commanding, and through their bond he immediately felt the kid's sharp intake of breath at the intimate contact.

 

"Listen to me," Aizawa said quietly, his voice carrying that authoritative edge that always seemed to affect Izuku so strongly. "You're going to be a good boy and take a cold shower. As cold as you can stand. Quickly. Don't do anything else."

 

The reaction through their bond was immediate and overwhelming, Izuku's response to being given direct orders in that tone, combined with the intimate touch and the implications of what Aizawa was telling him not to do. The kid's arousal spiked so intensely that Aizawa felt his own body respond in kind.

 

'He wants and needs to obey,' Aizawa realized, feeling the way Izuku's entire being seemed to focus on following his instructions. 'He wants me to tell him what to do.'

 

"Do you understand?" Aizawa asked, maintaining eye contact while trying to ignore the heat building between them through their connection.

 

"Yes," Izuku whispered, his voice breathless with submission and need.

 

'This is exactly what we can't afford right now,' Aizawa thought desperately, but he couldn't deny how perfectly Izuku responded to his authority, or how much that response affected him in return.

 

They quickly moved to adjacent shower stalls, the curtains providing visual privacy while the chains kept them close enough to function. The sound of water hitting tile filled the space as they both turned on their respective showers, both determinedly focusing on the practical necessity of getting clean rather than... other needs.

 

'Cold water,' Aizawa reminded himself, adjusting the temperature to something that was definitely not comfortable but was absolutely necessary given their current state. Through their bond, he felt Izuku doing the same, both of them grimly determined to ignore the very obvious physical problem they were both dealing with.

 

The cold spray was effective, if unpleasant. Aizawa focused on washing off the sweat from their sparring match as quickly as possible, trying to think about anything other than the fact that Izuku was doing the same thing just a few feet away.

 

'Don't think about it,' he commanded himself, scrubbing shampoo through his hair with perhaps more force than necessary. 'Just get clean and get out.'

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's similar struggle, the determination to follow orders and behave, mixed with the ongoing awareness of their situation. But the cold water and pure force of will were working, gradually bringing them both back to a manageable state.

 

'Thank the gods for small mercies,' Aizawa thought with relief as he felt their shared arousal finally beginning to fade to something they could handle in public.

 

They were both going to need to be much more careful about managing these situations going forward.

 

After toweling off and getting back into their training clothes, they returned to the main training area where Class 1A was still engaged in their sparring exercises. Aizawa positioned himself where he could observe all the matches while Izuku settled nearby, both of them grateful for the relatively mundane task of watching their classmates practice.

 

'Much safer than participating,' Aizawa thought, keeping his attention focused on correcting technique and calling out adjustments to the various pairs.

 

"Bakugo, your guard is dropping when you throw that combination," he called out. "Kirishima, don't telegraph your attacks so obviously."

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's continued slight embarrassment about their shower situation, but the kid was doing an admirable job of focusing on the training session and taking mental notes about their classmate's progress.

 

The remaining time passed without incident, both of them carefully maintaining their professional composure while observing the other students. When the final bell rang to signal the end of the training period, Aizawa felt nothing but relief.

 

"Good work today," he announced to the class as they began gathering their gear. "Same time Wednesday. Midoriya and I won't be here tomorrow, so use the free period wisely."

 

'Fucking Finally,' Aizawa thought as the students began filing out. 'One day almost down.'

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's mixture of exhaustion and anticipation, they'd survived the school day, but tonight's patrol and zashi's visit still lay ahead of them.

 

'Just a few more hours,' Aizawa told himself. 'Then we can stop pretending everything is normal.'

dorms

 

Instead of immediately retreating to their quarters, they decided to linger in the common area of Heights Alliance. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Izuku's desire for some normal social interaction with his classmates after the intensity of their day.

 

They settled onto one of the larger couches where the invisible chains would allow them both to sit comfortably while Izuku could still engage with the other students. It wasn't long before Iida and Uraraka approached, both looking pleased to have a chance to catch up with their friend.

 

"Midoriya!" Uraraka said cheerfully, dropping into a nearby chair. "How are you holding up with all this bonding stuff? It must be weird being attached to Aizawa-sensei all the time."

 

"It's... an adjustment," Izuku replied diplomatically, though through their bond Aizawa felt his amusement at the understatement. "But we're managing."

 

"The invisible chains are fascinating from a quirk theory perspective," Iida added with his characteristic enthusiasm for academic analysis. "Have you noticed any changes in the bond's strength or...."

 

"IIDA!" Kaminari's voice suddenly rang out from across the room, where he was apparently doing something that involved balancing precariously on furniture. "Watch this amazing trick!"

 

Whatever Kaminari was attempting looked decidedly unsafe, and Iida's class representative instincts immediately kicked in.

 

"Kaminari-kun, that is absolutely not safe!" Iida declared, his engines already starting to rev as he prepared to intervene. "You could seriously injure yourself!"

 

"Oh no," Uraraka sighed, immediately following after Iida. "Here we go again."

 

Within moments, both of Izuku's friends had been drawn into the chaos that was Kaminari's latest questionable decision, leaving Aizawa and Izuku alone on the couch to watch the entertainment unfold.

 

As they watched, Kaminari's "amazing trick" predictably ended with him tumbling off whatever piece of furniture he'd been attempting to balance on. But instead of being hurt or embarrassed, he was laughing hysterically at his own failure while Iida fussed over him and Uraraka tried not to laugh.

 

"Some things never change," a familiar voice said as Shinso appeared beside their couch, settling into the chair that Uraraka had vacated. There was a particular glint in his purple eyes that immediately put Aizawa on alert.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's spike of amusement at his friend's arrival, mixed with a hint of nervousness about whatever Shinso might be planning to say. The kid had learned to be wary of that particular expression on his friend's face.

 

"Hey, Hitoshi," Izuku said with a smile, though Aizawa could feel his wariness through their connection. "What's up?"

 

"Oh, nothing much," Shinso replied with deceptive casualness, leaning back in his chair. "Just thought I'd come check on how you two are... settling in. You both seem much more relaxed than you were last week."

 

The knowing tone in Shinso's voice made it clear he was fishing for information, and through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's mixture of embarrassment and fondness for his perceptive friend.

 

'He's definitely up to something,' Aizawa thought, studying Shinso's expression. 'The question is what.'

 

Aizawa felt a small smile tug at his lips, and through their connection, he sensed izuku's matching warmth. It was true, the desperate tension that had characterized their first few days bound together had mellowed into something far more manageable.

 

"We've been adapting," Aizawa said simply, but through their bond, izuku could feel the deeper truth beneath the words. They'd stopped fighting the connection, stopped trying to maintain impossible barriers.

 

"Adapting," Shinso repeated, his tone suggesting he didn't buy the simple explanation. "Is that what we're calling it? Because from where I'm sitting, you look like two people who've finally stopped pretending something doesn't exist."

 

A faint flush colored Midoriya's cheeks, but it was accompanied by a soft contentment that flowed through their shared connection. The embarrassment was gentler now, tinged with acceptance rather than panic.

 

"Maybe we have," Midoriya said quietly, glancing at Aizawa with a small smile. Through their bond, his teacher felt the quiet confidence behind the admission, the way his student had found peace with their situation.

 

"Oh, this is interesting," Shinso said, settling back in his chair with obvious delight. "So you've moved past the 'this is a disaster' phase into... what exactly?"

 

Through their connection, Aizawa felt izuku's gentle amusement at Shinso's obvious fishing expedition. The emotion was warm and fond, without the sharp edges of anxiety that had characterized their earlier interactions.

 

"Acceptance," Aizawa said, and was surprised by how honest the word felt. Through their bond, he could feel Midoriya's agreement, a steady certainty that matched his own.

 

"Acceptance of the quirk effect?" Shinso pressed, though his knowing smile suggested he suspected there was more to it.

 

"Among other things," Midoriya said softly, and through their connection, Aizawa felt the quiet courage it took for his student to make that admission. The nervousness was still there, but it was overshadowed by something warmer, more hopeful.

 

From the kitchen came the distant sound of Kaminari's voice: "Why does everything I touch start smoking?" But the background noise felt unimportant compared to the comfortable understanding flowing between them through their bond.

 

"You know," Shinso said, his voice carrying a note of fond satisfaction, "I was wondering when you'd both stop fighting what was obvious to everyone else."

 

Aizawa felt his cheeks warm slightly, but it was a gentle heat rather than the burning embarrassment of before. Through their connection, he could sense izuku's matching flush, tinged with shy happiness rather than mortification.

 

"Were we that transparent?" Izuku asked, and through their bond, Aizawa felt his student's rueful amusement.

 

"Painfully," Shinso confirmed with a grin. "But you're both much more pleasant to be around when you're not radiating anxiety. This is a definite improvement."

 

Through their connection, Aizawa felt Midoriya's soft laugh before he heard it, the sound carrying a lightness that made something in his chest flutter with contentment. The bond had become less of a burden and more of a comfort, a constant reminder that he wasn't alone in navigating these new feelings.

 

"It is," Aizawa agreed quietly, and through their shared connection, both he and Midoriya felt the truth of it settling between them like a promise.

 

dorm room

 

Soon after, they excused themselves from Shinso's knowing grin and made their way upstairs to the top floor. The shared dorm room they'd been assigned for the duration of the quirk effect had become a sanctuary of sorts, the one place where they could drop their careful facades completely.

 

The moment the door closed behind them, both of them began the familiar struggle with their shirts. Less than a week of practice had made the process slightly less awkward, but the invisible chain still made undressing a coordinated effort that required patience and communication.

 

"Left arm first," Izuku murmured, and Aizawa felt his student's mild frustration through their bond as they maneuvered around the three foot limitation.

 

"Got it," Aizawa replied, lifting his arm so Izuku could pull his shirt over his head. The relief of being free from the restricting fabric was immediate and shared, through their connection, both felt the same sense of comfort at being able to move more naturally.

 

Once they'd both managed to remove the troublesome garments, they settled onto the small couch that had become their usual spot. Without the earlier tension and anxiety, it felt natural when Izuku settled into Aizawa's lap.

 

"zashi should be here soon," Aizawa said quietly, one hand coming to rest on Izuku's hip while the other reached for his phone to check the time. Through their bond, he could feel his student's anticipation and arousal mixed with a contentment that matched his own.

 

They had just settled into their comfortable position when the distinctive knock echoed through the room, three quick taps, followed by two slower ones, then three more quick ones. zashi's special knock that he'd developed back in their U.A. days, a silly pattern that had somehow stuck through all these years.

 

Aizawa felt Izuku's amusement through their bond as they both recognized the familiar rhythm. With careful coordination, they managed to untangle themselves from the couch and make their way to the door.

 

When Aizawa opened the door, zashi stood there with his characteristic bright smile, holding two containers of what smelled like chicken alfredo. The blonde's eyes immediately took in their shirtless state and close proximity, his grin widening with obvious delight.

 

"I know I'm early," zashi said gently, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he stepped into the room. "But I brought dinner, like I said I would, so I figured you wouldn't mind too much."

 

"We don't mind," Aizawa said quietly, stepping aside to let his old friend enter fully. The familiar comfort of zashi's presence was something he'd missed more than he'd realized, and through their connection, he could feel Izuku's matching sense of ease at the blonde's presents.

 

They settled back onto the couch in their previous position, with Izuku once again curled comfortably in Aizawa's lap, while zashi claimed the armchair across from them. The blonde passed out the containers of chicken alfredo with an efficiency that spoke of long practice feeding hungry heroes.

 

"So," zashi said as he handed them plastic forks, his tone taking on a more serious note despite his gentle smile, "I want to explain what I think should happen when you get back from patrol later tonight." He paused, watching their reactions carefully. "After I lay it all out, you two can tell me what you want to keep, what you want to change, or what you want to leave out entirely. Sound fair?"

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's curiosity and arousal spike, mixing with his own cautious interest. It was typical of zashi to have a plan, but the careful way he was approaching suggested he understood the delicate nature of this shared experience.

 

"That sounds reasonable," Aizawa said, twirling some pasta around his fork. Through their connection, he could feel Izuku's agreement, along with a warm appreciation for zashi's thoughtful approach.

 

"Good," Hizashi replied, settling back in his chair as they began to eat. "Then let me tell you what I'm thinking..."

 

He took a thoughtful bite of his alfredo before continuing. "After you two get back from patrol tonight, I'll have fresh clothes set out for both of you and everything arranged so you can be as comfortable as possible." His voice was a matter of fact but gentle. "You will shower, and I understand that's going to take longer than usual since one of you will have to shower while the other waits right outside the bathroom door."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's mild embarrassment at the practical reminder of their limitations, mixed with gratitude for zashi's understanding. 

 

"After you're both cleaned up and comfortable," zashi continued, gesturing with his fork, "you can settle back here on the couch."

 

He paused, his expression becoming more serious as he set down his container. "Now, for the important part, all clothes stay on. No one touches Izuku at all, including me. The only person who gets to touch Aizawa is me, and that'll be mostly just his hair or neck." His voice was firm but gentle. "You two are going to sit still and be good boys. The only thing you can do is make those pretty little noises and you can beg, beg so pretty but no touching not even yourself. Understood?"

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's sharp intake of breath, a mixture of nervousness, arousal and anticipation flooding through their connection. His own pulse quickened at zashi's authoritative tone.

 

"Now, what I'm going to do," zashi continued, his voice taking on that careful, deliberate tone that meant he was explaining something important, "is first to brush sho's hair. Then I'll pull it gently several times before yanking hard three times fast, this will make him cum and you izuku. I know from experience, I'm actually dragging it out to heighten the climax. then I will stop for several seconds letting you bask in the shared orgasm before pulling again three times fast, then several seconds to breathe."

 

Aizawa's breath caught slightly at the detailed description, and through their bond, he felt Izuku's corresponding flutter of anticipation arousal mixed with curiosity about what this would feel like through their shared connection.

 

"Lastly," Hizashi said, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone, "I'm going to roam Aizawa's chest briefly pinching his pretty nipples before placing one of my hands on his throat lightly, my other hand lightly tugging his hair for several minutes. Then I'm going to squeeze his throat and pull hard on his hair." He paused, letting that sink in. "I will then be checking on you giving you water and a squeezy. Then you both will get changed into pajama pants and I'll tuck you in." 

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt his own anticipation spike alongside Izuku's, the careful description making his skin warm with expectation. The promise of being cared for, of being tucked in like they were precious, sent a flutter of contentment through their shared connection.

 

As Aizawa listened to zashi lay out the plan, he couldn't help the arousal that began building in his chest. This was what they'd discussed earlier, but hearing it mapped out like this, knowing it would happen in just a few hours, made his pulse quicken with want. Through their bond, he knew Izuku could feel every flutter of anticipation, every spike of desire that zashi's words created.

 

"Yes," Aizawa agreed quietly, his voice slightly rougher than usual. "That sounds... perfect."

 

Izuku shifted slightly in his lap, and through their connection, Aizawa felt his Izuku's curiosity mixing with nervous excitement and arousal. "Why won't I be touched?" Izuku asked, his voice soft but direct.

 

Zashi's expression gentled further as he looked at the young man. "Because this is new for you, Izuku. We're going to take things slow, let you get used to everything through your connection with Shota first. Plus I won't touch you until you're eighteen and only after sho has taken your v card."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's acceptance of the explanation washed over him, mixed with a deep appreciation for the care zashi was showing. The warmth of that gratitude settled in Aizawa's chest like a comfortable weight, and he found himself grateful once again for how thoughtful his old friend was about their unusual situation.

 

As they continued eating, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Aizawa watched with quiet contentment as zashi and Izuku got to know each other better, their easy banter filling the room with warmth. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's growing comfort with the blonde hero, his natural curiosity drawing out stories about Aizawa's U.A. days that made his student laugh with genuine delight.

 

The food was good, the company better, and for the first time since this whole situation began, Aizawa felt truly at peace with where they were heading.

Chapter 24: Ch.24

Patrol 

 

The first three and a half hours of patrol had been blissfully quiet. Just one purse snatcher around 10:30 PM, a simple takedown that had barely required coordination between them. Aizawa had used his capture weapon while Izuku provided backup, and they'd had the perpetrator secured and handed over to local police within minutes.

 

Now, with only forty minutes left on their shift, they were both starting to relax. The underlying arousal from their dinner with zashi was still simmering beneath the surface, but the routine of patrol work had helped them maintain focus.

 

"Quiet night," Izuku murmured as they moved through the shadowed streets of their assigned district. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel his student's mixture of relief and anticipation, relief that nothing major had happened to complicate their evening, and anticipation for what was waiting for them back at the dorms.

 

"Don't jinx it," Aizawa replied automatically, though he was thinking the same thing. Just thirty more minutes, and they could head back to.....

 

He stopped suddenly, his enhanced senses picking up something that made every instinct scream danger. Through their bond, Izuku felt the sharp spike of alertness and immediately went still beside him.

 

"What is it?" Izuku whispered, his hand already moving toward his utility belt.

 

Aizawa tilted his head, listening carefully. Down the alley to their left, he could hear the sounds of a struggle, muffled cries, the impact of fists against flesh, the scuffle of feet on concrete.

 

"Assault in progress," he said quietly, his voice dropping into the cold, professional tone that meant business. "Three against one from the sound of it."

 

Through their bond, Izuku felt his teacher's immediate shift into combat mode, the way Aizawa's body coiled with readiness, his mind already calculating angles and approach strategies. The arousal and anticipation that had been simmering between them all evening was instantly pushed aside in favor of the job at hand.

 

"Approach?" Izuku asked, automatically falling into step behind Aizawa as they moved toward the alley.

 

"Quiet. We assess first, then move." Aizawa's capture weapon was already in his hands, the familiar weight a comfort as they crept closer to the sounds of violence.

 

They reached the mouth of the alley and pressed against the brick wall, peering around the corner. Three large figures had cornered someone against the dead end. Aizawa could make out the victim's smaller frame, and could hear their labored breathing and quiet sobs.

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's immediate surge of protective anger, the way the kid's quirk sparked involuntarily at the sight of someone being hurt.

 

"Control," Aizawa murmured, his voice barely audible but carrying absolute authority. Through their connection, his calm discipline helped steady Izuku's emotional response.

 

"Sorry," Izuku breathed back, the green lightning around his fingers fading as he regained control.

 

The three attackers were focused entirely on their victim, unaware they were being watched. Aizawa quickly assessed the situation, two of them looked like standard street thugs, but the third was larger, more confident. Possibly the leader.

 

"I take the big one and left," Aizawa decided quietly. "You handle right. Try to keep them from scattering."

 

"Got it."

 

Through their bond, they shared a moment of perfect understanding, the plan, the timing, the trust that each would do their part. Four and a half days of being connected had only reinforced what they'd already known: they worked well together.

 

Aizawa held up three fingers, then two, then one...

 

They moved as one unit, the invisible chain between them no hindrance at all as they burst into action. Aizawa's capture weapon shot out, wrapping around the leader's torso and yanking him away from the victim, while Izuku activated his quirk and launched himself at the thug on the right.

 

The element of surprise was complete. The leader went down hard as Aizawa's weapon constricted around him, while Izuku's enhanced strength made quick work of his target. The third attacker started to run, but found himself caught between them with nowhere to go.

 

"Don't move," Aizawa commanded, his quirk activating to erase whatever ability the fleeing man might have had. Red eyes glowed in the darkness of the alley as his hair floated around his shoulders.

 

The fight was over in less than sixty seconds.

 

"Are you hurt?" Izuku was already kneeling beside the victim, a young woman who couldn't have been much older than him. His voice was gentle, concerned, all traces of his earlier combat intensity gone.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt his student's careful compassion, the way Izuku instinctively knew how to approach someone who'd been traumatized. It was one of the things that made him such a natural hero.

 

"I'm.  I'm okay," the woman managed, though she was clearly shaken. "They just wanted my wallet, but when I couldn't find it fast enough..."

 

"You're safe now," Aizawa assured her, keeping his voice calm and professional as he secured the three attackers with zip ties. "We'll call for backup to take them in, and paramedics to check you over."

 

The next fifteen minutes passed in a blur of police reports, witness statements, and coordination with the arriving units. 

 

As they walked away from the scene, the adrenaline of the encounter was fading, and through their bond, both of them became acutely aware of what they were returning to. Zashi would be waiting. The evening they'd all been anticipating was finally about to begin.

 

"Good work tonight," Aizawa said quietly as they made their way back toward UA. "Clean takedown, good victim care."

 

"Thanks," Izuku replied, but through their bond, Aizawa could feel that his student's mind was already shifting away from the patrol and toward what was waiting for them.

 

The anticipation that had been building all day was returning full force now that the distraction of hero work was over. Every step back toward the dorms felt charged with arousal and adrenal. through their connection, they could feel each other's mounting horny ness and nervous energy.

 

Just a few more minutes, and they'd be back in their room. Back to zashi, and the arrangement they'd agreed to.

 

Back to finally dealing with four and a half days of pent up tension that was threatening to drive them both over the edge.

 

"Izuku," Aizawa said quietly as they approached the dorm building.

 

"Yeah?"

 

"Are you sure about this? About tonight?"

 

Through their bond, he felt his student's answer before Izuku even spoke, the certainty, the want, the trust and the need.

 

"I'm sure," Izuku said softly. "Are you?"

 

Aizawa looked at izuku beside him, felt the warmth of their connection, the rightness of it despite everything that made it complicated.

 

"Yeah," he said finally. "I'm sure."

 

They entered the building together, the invisible chain between them no longer feeling like a restriction but like a promise of what was to come.

 

Return from Patrol 

 

The elevator ride to the top floor felt like it lasted forever, though it was only a few seconds. Through their bond, Aizawa and Izuku shared the same mixture of exhaustion from the late patrol, residual adrenaline from the fight, and mounting anticipation for what was waiting behind their door.

 

"Ready?" Aizawa asked quietly as they reached their door, though through their connection he could feel that Izuku was as wound up as he was.

 

"As ready as I can be," Izuku replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

Aizawa keyed in their entry code, and the door swung open to reveal their softly lit room. Zashi was sitting comfortably in one of their chairs, still fully dressed but relaxed, a book in his hands and the remains of the wine they'd skipped earlier on the side table.

 

"Welcome back," zashi said warmly, setting the book aside as they entered. His eyes swept over both of them, taking in their slightly disheveled appearance, the way they moved with residual tension from their encounter. "Rough patrol?"

 

"Three on one assault," Aizawa reported automatically, his professional side still engaged despite everything else going on. "All suspects in custody, victim unharmed."

 

"Good work," zashi said sincerely, and both of them felt a warm flush of pride at his approval. "But you both look like you could use some decompression time."

 

The way he said it made the intent clear, this wasn't just about unwinding from patrol. Through their bond, Aizawa and Izuku shared a spike of nervous arousal at the reminder of why zashi was really here.

 

"How long have you been waiting?" Izuku asked, settling onto their couch with Aizawa automatically following to maintain their bond distance.

 

"About an hour," zashi said easily. "Give me time to finish cleaning up from dinner and just... Get ready for how we discussed approaching this."

 

The casual way he discussed it helped ease some of their nervousness. Through their connection, both of them felt grateful for zashi's patient, understanding approach to their complicated situation.

 

"Are you both still interested in this?" Zashi asked gently. "Because there's no pressure. We can just talk, or I can head home if you'd rather..."

 

"No," Aizawa said quickly, surprising himself with the immediacy of his response. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's agreement, just as quick and certain.

 

"We want this," Izuku added softly, his face flushed but his voice steady. "We... we need this."

 

Zashi's expression softened with understanding. "Okay then. But first, you both need to shower. You smell like patrol and adrenaline, and that's not exactly conducive to relaxation."

 

Aizawa went first, feeling Izuku's patient presence just beyond the bathroom door through their bond. The hot water felt good on his tired muscles, washing away the grime and tension of patrol. When he finished, they switched places, Aizawa taking his turn waiting outside while steam drifted through the crack in the door.

 

By the time they were both clean, zashi had laid out the clothes he'd chosen for them, soft cotton pants. They dressed quickly, both of them feeling a mix of anticipation, arousal and nervousness through their shared connection as they prepared for what zashi had planned.

 

Zashi guided them to the couch. Aizawa settled into position while Izuku sat with a couple inches between them, both of them waiting with barely contained anticipation.

 

From Aizawa's perspective, everything felt heightened as zashi picked up the hairbrush zashi brought from the bathroom. The first stroke through his hair was gentle, methodical, but when the brush caught on a few tangles and pulled, the sharp sensation sent immediate arousal shooting through him. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's gasp at experiencing the secondhand sensation.

 

Aizawa stayed perfectly still, just as he'd been told, closing his eyes and letting himself sink into the familiar feeling of being cared for. Each deliberate stroke of the brush sent pleasant shivers down his spine, and through their connection, he could feel Izuku experiencing every sensation alongside him.

 

As the brushing continued, Aizawa found himself getting increasingly worked up, hard and dripping. Every stroke, every small tug when the brush caught, sent waves of arousal through him that he knew Izuku was feeling too through their bond. But he was determined to be good, to stay exactly where zashi had positioned him, no matter how much his body wanted to arch into the touch or seek more contact.

 

"That's it, you're both being such a good boys," zashi murmured softly, his voice warm with approval as he continued the methodical brushing. "Just stay right there for me."

 

The praise sent another spike of heat through Aizawa, and he had to concentrate on keeping his breathing steady, on maintaining the stillness zashi had asked for. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's matching arousal and wonder, the way his student was experiencing everything secondhand but no less intensely.

 

Soon, zashi set the brush aside, but his hands remained in Aizawa's hair. The gentle pulling that followed was entirely different from the brushing, deliberate, controlled tugs that sent electricity straight through him. Aizawa couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped his lips, the moan that followed (he could hear izuku moaning right next to him and it made him even hornier), or his body wanting desperately to arch into the sensation.

 

The tugging continued for several minutes, each pull sending waves of pleasure pain through him in equal measure. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's sharp intake of breath, could sense his student's amazement at experiencing these sensations secondhand. Aizawa felt like he was going mad with want, every nerve ending on fire, but he refused to move. He was going to be good, exactly as still and obedient as zashi wanted him to be, no matter how much his body begged for more. He body is begging to thrust up to seek friction, desperate to feel how tight izuku would be around him, how warm.

 

Then, without warning, zashi pulled his hair hard three times in quick succession, sharp, intense yanks that made Aizawa's vision go white for a moment as he came hard. Before he could even process the sensation fully, all movement stopped. Complete stillness.

 

Aizawa knew they had said thirty seconds beforehand, he remembered the number being discussed but in the overwhelming haze of arousal, sensation, coming down from their shared first orgasm of the night, he couldn't think clearly enough to count. Time felt suspended, his scalp still tingling from the sharp pulls while he waited, trembling slightly with the effort of staying perfectly still. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's matching breathlessness, both of them caught in the anticipation of what would come next.

 

After what felt like an eternity but couldn't have been more than thirty seconds, though Aizawa had completely lost track of time, zashi's hands were back in his hair. Three more hard pulls in quick succession, each one making him gasp and moan like a whore. The sharp sensation shot through him like lightning as they came again, and through their bond, he felt Izuku's corresponding moan.

 

Then stillness again, but this time lasting longer, just as they had discussed earlier. Aizawa's breathing was shallow now, his whole body wound tight with anticipation and arousal. He couldn't think beyond the next touch, the next pull, completely lost in the rhythm zashi was creating.

 

Soon, one of zashi's hands was back in his hair, pulling lightly with gentle, rhythmic tugs that made Aizawa's eyes flutter closed as he moans for more. His other hand began roaming across Aizawa's chest, fingers tracing patterns over heated skin that made him shiver despite his determination to stay still. Zashi's fingers then starts to run over, flick and pinch his right then left nipple.

 

"You're both doing so well," zashi murmured, his voice warm with genuine praise. "Such good boys, staying so perfectly still for me. You're being so good, Shota, izuku."

 

The combination of the gentle hair pulling, the exploratory touches on his chest, and zashi's approving words sent waves of pleasure through Aizawa that he felt echoed and amplified through his bond with Izuku. Every sensation was shared, every spike of arousal doubled back on itself until he felt dizzy with it.

 

Soon, zashi's hand moved from his chest to rest gently on his throat. The touch was light, barely there, but the implications of it made Aizawa's breath hitch. Occasionally, zashi's hand would lightly squeeze against his throat, that made Aizawa hyper aware of every point of contact.

 

The randomness of those tiny movements, the way Hizashi's fingers would randomly squeeze against his throat while his other hand continued the rhythmic tugging of his hair, sent Aizawa spiraling deeper into the haze of sensation they were feeling floaty he knew they both were. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's sharp intake of breath at each small movement, both of them caught in the intensity of what zashi was doing to them.

 

Finally, zashi's grip on his throat became firm, tight and unmistakably there, as he yanked Aizawa's hair three final times. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, making Aizawa's vision white out completely as every nerve ending seemed to fire at once. They came hard, harder than the other two times. He was dimly aware of a sound escaping his throat, muffled by zashi's hand.

 

Then, suddenly, zashi was pulling back, giving him space to breathe. The blonde's hands moved away entirely, leaving Aizawa trembling and gasping as he slowly came back to himself. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's matching breathlessness, both of them reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.

 

Zashi was immediately there with water and squeezey's, just as they had discussed earlier, though Aizawa's mind was still too hazy, to floaty to fully appreciate the forethought. zashi must have set them out beforehand, knowing they would need them afterward.

 

"Here," zashi said gently, pressing a water bottle into Aizawa's shaking hands and offering one to Izuku as well. "Lean into each other, both of you. Let yourselves come down slowly."

 

Aizawa found himself gravitating toward Izuku without conscious thought, their bodies naturally seeking the comfort of contact. Through their bond, he could feel izuku's matching need for closeness, both of them still processing the overwhelming intensity of what they'd just experienced together.

 

After several minutes of quiet recovery, their breathing slowly returned to normal, zashi gently guided them toward the bedroom area. "Time to get changed," he said softly, his voice still carrying that careful, nurturing tone. "Pajama pants, just like we discussed."

 

The familiar voice felt grounding after the intensity of what had just happened. Aizawa went into the bathroom first while Izuku waited just outside the door, close enough to stay within their three foot limit. His hands were steadier now as he pulled on the soft cotton pants zashi had laid out, the simple act of changing clothes helping to bring him back to himself.

 

They switched places with practiced coordination, Aizawa taking his turn waiting outside while Izuku changed. Through their bond, he could feel izuku's lingering contentment mixed with a bone deep tiredness that matched his own. Meanwhile, zashi waited patiently in the living room, giving them the space they needed while still being close enough to help if required.

 

Soon, zashi came in to help tuck them into bed. Aizawa found himself lying back against the pillows with Izuku curled in his arms, the younger's head resting against his chest in a position that felt natural despite everything that had led them here. The invisible chain that bound them together no longer felt like a burden, instead, it simply was, as much a part of their reality as breathing.

 

Zashi's hand was gentle as he ran it soothingly over Aizawa's cheek, his touch warm and comforting in the dim room. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel Izuku's breathing slowly evening out, and could sense his student's peaceful drift toward sleep. The combination of zashi's gentle caresses and the steady rhythm of Izuku's heartbeat against his chest made his own eyelids grow heavy.

 

Within minutes, both he and Izuku had fallen asleep, still wrapped in each other's arms and the lingering warmth of being so thoroughly cared for.

 

Chapter 25: Ch.25

Morning 

 

Consciousness returned slowly, filtering through layers of the deepest sleep Aizawa had experienced in years. For the first time in longer than he could remember, his body felt completely relaxed, loose and sated in a way that made him want to stay exactly where he was forever.

 

He was leaning against the wall, still in their bed, and curled against his chest was Izuku. He was fast asleep, one arm draped across Aizawa's torso, his face peaceful in a way that made something warm and protective unfurl in Aizawa's chest. They were both shirtless, skin warm where they touched, and the invisible chain between them felt less like a restraint and more like a lifeline.

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's contentment even in sleep, a deep, satisfied peace that mirrored his own. The constant tension that had been building for days was finally, blissfully gone, replaced by something softer and infinitely more precious.

 

'This,' Aizawa thought, letting his eyes drift over Izuku's relaxed features. 'This is what I've been missing.'

 

Zashi had left sometime during the night, but not before making sure they were both settled and comfortable. The memory of the evening brought a flush of warmth that had nothing to do with embarrassment, zashi had been perfect, knowing exactly what they needed, how to help them both finally let go.

 

Izuku stirred slightly in his sleep, pressing closer to Aizawa's warmth, and the simple trust in that movement made something clench in his chest. The kid had given himself completely, held nothing back, and the vulnerability of it was both humbling and terrifying.

 

'I'm falling for him,' Aizawa realized with startling clarity. 'Have been falling for him. Maybe for longer than I want to admit.'

 

The thought should have terrified him. Should have sent him spiraling into self recrimination about professional boundaries and appropriate behavior. Instead, watching Izuku sleep so peacefully against him, feeling the steady pulse of contentment through their bond, it just felt... right.

 

For years, Aizawa had convinced himself that he was fine alone. That the occasional help from zashi was enough, that he didn't need the complications of a real relationship. But holding Izuku like this, feeling the deep satisfaction that came from taking care of someone he cared about, he wondered how he'd ever thought that was sufficient.

 

Through their connection, he felt the exact moment Izuku began to wake, the slow drift from sleep to awareness, the spike of confused disorientation, and then the warm recognition of where he was and who he was with.

 

"Morning," Aizawa said softly, his voice still rough with sleep.

 

Izuku tilted his head up to look at him, and the expression on his face, soft and open and completely unguarded, made Aizawa's heart skip a beat.

 

"Morning," Izuku murmured back, making no move to pull away from their embrace. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel his contentment, his complete lack of regret about the night before. "How long have you been awake?"

 

"Not long." Aizawa's hand found its way to Izuku's hair, threading through the soft curls in a gesture that felt as natural as breathing. "You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you."

 

The touch made Izuku practically purr with contentment, the sound vibrating against Aizawa's chest. Through their connection, he felt the way the simple affection affected the younger man, not sexual, but deeply intimate in a way that spoke to needs neither of them had fully acknowledged before.

 

"I feel..." Izuku started, then paused as if searching for the right words. "Different. Better. Like something that was broken got fixed."

 

Aizawa knew exactly what he meant. The constant low level tension he'd carried for years was simply... gone. Replaced by this warm satisfaction, this sense of rightness that he'd never experienced before.

 

"Me too," he admitted quietly.

 

They lay there in comfortable silence, neither wanting to break the peaceful bubble they'd created. Outside, Aizawa could imagine hearing the distant sounds of the dorm coming to life, other students beginning their day off, the normal rhythms of school life continuing around them.

 

But here, in their transformed room, with Izuku warm and pliant against him, none of that mattered. For the first time in his adult life, Aizawa felt completely at peace.

 

"Do we need to talk about this?" Izuku asked eventually, though his tone suggested he was as reluctant as Aizawa to analyze what had happened between them.

 

"Probably," Aizawa said, his fingers still moving gently through Izuku's hair. "But not right now. Right now, I just want to hold you."

 

The honesty of the admission surprised them both. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's sharp inhale of surprise, followed by a wave of happiness so pure it took his breath away.

 

"I'd like that too," Izuku whispered, settling more securely against Aizawa's chest.

 

As they drifted back into comfortable quiet, Aizawa found himself thinking about the future, about what this meant for them, about how they'd navigate the complexities of their situation. But those concerns felt distant and manageable, no longer the overwhelming obstacles they'd seemed just yesterday.

 

Whatever challenges lay ahead, they'd face them together. The bond between them ensured that, but more than that, Aizawa found he genuinely wanted to. For the first time in years, the idea of letting someone close didn't terrify him.

 

It felt like coming home.

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's sleepy agreement with that sentiment, and couldn't help but smile. Whatever else happened, they had this, this perfect morning, this sense of rightness, this promise of something more.

 

It was enough. More than enough.

 

It was everything.

 

Eventually, the demands of their bodies won out over their desire to stay wrapped up together. They moved slowly, reluctantly, from their comfortable position against the wall to begin their day. 

 

"I'll make breakfast," Izuku offered, stretching in a way that made Aizawa's eyes track the movement of muscles beneath his skin.  "Nothing fancy, just omelettes?"

 

"Sounds perfect," Aizawa replied, settling into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

 

Izuku moved around their kitchen with easy familiarity, gathering ingredients from their well stocked supplies. Ham, sweet onions, bell peppers, simple ingredients that filled the air with promising aromas as he began dicing them with practiced efficiency.

 

From his vantage point, Aizawa found his attention drawn to the way Izuku moved, confident and comfortable in the domestic space, his movements economical and precise. The morning light streaming through their windows highlighted the definition in his shoulders and back, the careful control in every gesture.

 

When Izuku bent to retrieve a pan from a lower cabinet, Aizawa's gaze lingered on the curve of his perfectly thick ass, appreciating the way his sleep pants fitted him. Through their bond, he felt a warm flutter of pleasure that wasn't entirely his own, Izuku was aware of his attention and, rather than being uncomfortable with it, was actually enjoying being watched.

 

The realization sent a spike of warmth through both of them. The night before had changed something fundamental between them, stripping away the careful professional distance they'd maintained. Now, even something as simple as making breakfast felt intimate, charged with new understanding.

 

"You're staring," Izuku said without turning around, though his tone carried amusement rather than complaint. Through their connection, Aizawa felt his satisfaction at being the object of such focused attention.

 

"Can you blame me?" Aizawa replied honestly, making no attempt to look away. "The view is excellent from here."

 

The compliment made Izuku flush with pleasure, the warmth spreading across his skin in a way that was visible even from behind. Through their bond, Aizawa felt how much the simple appreciation meant to him, how it made him feel desired and valued.

 

"Keep talking like that and breakfast might be delayed," Izuku said, adding the diced vegetables to the heated pan with a satisfying sizzle.

 

"I wouldn't mind," Aizawa admitted, his voice dropping slightly. Through their connection, he felt Izuku's sharp intake of breath, the way the suggestion affected him.

 

But Izuku continued cooking, though his movements had taken on a subtle awareness of his audience. There was something almost performative about the way he worked now, not artificial, but conscious of how he looked, how each motion might appear to his appreciative observer.

 

The domesticity of the moment was underscored by their new intimacy. Watching Izuku cook for them both, feeling his contentment and pleasure through their bond, Aizawa was struck by how right this felt. How natural it was to sit here and simply enjoy watching who he was falling for take care of them both.

 

"Almost ready," Izuku announced, expertly folding the omelettes and sliding them onto plates. "Coffee?"

 

"Please," Aizawa said, though his attention remained fixed on Izuku rather than thoughts of caffeine.

 

As Izuku moved to pour his coffee, Aizawa felt a deep sense of satisfaction settle in his chest. This... this quiet morning routine, this comfortable intimacy, this simple pleasure in each other's company, was something he'd never thought he wanted.

 

Now he couldn't imagine going back to mornings without it.

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's complete agreement with that sentiment, along with a happiness so pure it made his chest tight with emotion.

 

Whatever complications lay ahead, they had this. They had each other.

 

And for now, that was more than enough.

 

Aizawa's phone buzzed against the table, interrupting their peaceful morning. He glanced at the screen and saw Nezu's name, which immediately put him on alert, the principal rarely texted unless it was important.

 

"Nezu," he said to Izuku, who looked up from his omelette with curiosity.

 

Aizawa opened the message and read through it twice, his eyebrows rising with each word.

 

"What is it?" Izuku asked, though through their bond he could feel Aizawa's surprise mixed with something that felt like... relief?

 

"Nezu wants to make some changes to your academic situation," Aizawa said slowly, setting down his phone. "He says after reading your analysis of the bonding quirk and considering our... current connection... he's decided to make you his personal student."

 

Izuku's fork paused halfway to his mouth. "His personal student?"

 

"Zashi will handle grading your schoolwork, and we won't inform the other students about the arrangement. You're free to tell your friends as long as they don't spread it outside the circle of people who already know about our situation."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's mind racing as he processed the implications. No more sitting in regular classes while bonded to his teacher. No more pretending their relationship was purely professional when everyone could see how close they'd become as long as it was in the dorms.

 

"That's..." Izuku started, then stopped, clearly overwhelmed.

 

"Practical," Aizawa finished. "Nezu's always been good at finding elegant solutions to complicated problems."

 

"But what does that mean for us?" Izuku asked quietly. "For... this?" He gestured between them, encompassing everything that had changed between them.

 

"It means," Aizawa said carefully, "that we don't have to worry about the student teacher dynamic anymore. Officially, you'll be Nezu's student. Unofficially..." He let the sentence hang.

 

Through their bond, Izuku felt the weight of that unfinished thought. It meant they could explore whatever this was between them without the ethical complications that had been holding them back. He was technically at legal age and with permission it was okay a little in the grey area but okay. Izuku being in the dorms at UA gave the school aka nezu a small amount of guardianship meaning he doesn't have to ask his mother. It meant they could be honest about their feelings without worrying about professional boundaries.

 

"Nezu really thought of everything, didn't he?" Izuku said with a slightly amazed laugh.

 

"He usually does," Aizawa agreed, taking another bite of his omelette. "The question is, how do you feel about it?"

 

Through their connection, he already knew the answer, he could feel Izuku's relief, his excitement, his gratitude for the principal's understanding. But he wanted to hear it said aloud.

 

"I feel like a weight I didn't even know I was carrying just lifted off my shoulders," Izuku said honestly. "We can just... be ourselves now. Whatever that means."

 

"Whatever that means," Aizawa echoed, and through their bond, they both felt the promise in those words.

 

As they continued eating, the comfortable silence was filled with the weight of possibility. The removal of their biggest obstacle had left them both processing what came next, what they wanted to explore together.

 

Izuku slowly placed his hand on the table, palm up, his fingers slightly trembling. Through their bond, Aizawa felt the wave of nervous anticipation that washed over him, the growing fear of rejection warring with desperate hope. It was such a simple gesture, but it carried the weight of everything unspoken between them.

 

For a moment, Aizawa hesitated. Not because he didn't want this, but because once he took that hand, there would be no pretending this was anything other than what it was. They'd be crossing another line, making another choice that would change everything between them.

 

But feeling Izuku's vulnerability through their connection, sensing the courage it had taken to make even this small gesture, Aizawa's hesitation lasted only seconds. His hand moved across the table, fingers intertwining with Izuku's in a grip that was gentle but sure.

 

The relief that flooded through their bond was overwhelming, Izuku's gratitude and joy mixing with Aizawa's own quiet satisfaction. Such a simple touch, but it felt monumental. Their first deliberate, conscious gesture of affection in the light of day, with clear minds and open hearts.

 

"This okay?" Aizawa asked quietly, though he could feel through their connection that it was more than okay.

 

"Perfect," Izuku breathed, his thumb tracing gently across Aizawa's knuckles. "I was terrified you'd pull away."

 

"Not anymore," Aizawa said with quiet certainty. "I'm done pulling away from this. From you."

 

They finished breakfast like that, hands linked across the table, neither wanting to break the connection. The domesticity of it, eating together, touching casually, sharing comfortable silence, felt like a glimpse of what their future could hold.

 

Through their bond, they both felt the same thought: this was what they'd been missing, what they'd been afraid to reach for. And now that they had it, neither was willing to let it go.

 

As they reluctantly released each other's hands to clear the dishes, Aizawa remembered something else from Nezu's arrangements.

 

"There's another stipulation for having the day off," he said, rinsing their plates in the sink. "We need to see Recovery Girl. She wants to check on how the bond is affecting us physically."

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's slight tension at the reminder. She's insisted on twice weekly check ups to monitor any side effects.

 

"She said twice a week, right?" Izuku asked, drying the dishes as Aizawa handed them over. "We've only been once."

 

"Exactly. I was thinking we could go now and get it over with, or wait until later if you prefer." Aizawa glanced at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "It's just a standard check up, vitals, basic questions about how we're feeling."

 

Izuku was quiet for a moment, and through their bond, Aizawa could feel him weighing the options. The desire to stay in their peaceful bubble warred with the practical knowledge that they needed to take care of this responsibility.

 

"Now," Izuku finally decided. "Let's get it over with. That way we can have the rest of the day to ourselves without it hanging over our heads."

 

"Good thinking," Aizawa agreed, feeling Izuku's determination through their connection. "Plus, Recovery Girl will probably want to know about any... changes... in our condition."

 

The slight emphasis made them both flush as they thought about how dramatically their situation had changed overnight. Recovery Girl was perceptive, she'd definitely notice the shift in their dynamic, the way the constant tension had finally been resolved.

 

"She's going to know, isn't she?" Izuku said, voicing what they were both thinking.

 

"Probably," Aizawa admitted. "But she's also discreet and professional. And honestly, she'll probably just be relieved that we finally dealt with the stress we've been carrying."

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's agreement mixed with nervous anticipation. It would be their first time facing someone who knew them both well since everything had changed. A test of sorts for their new dynamic.

 

"Alright then," Izuku said, squaring his shoulders with visible determination. "Let's go see Recovery Girl."

 

Chapter 26: Ch.26

Check up

 

Getting dressed had been an exercise in frustration that left both of them irritated and slightly out of breath. The invisible chain made even the simple task of putting on shirts a complex choreography that required perfect coordination. By the time they'd managed to get one shirt on Aizawa and were working on Izuku's, they were both thoroughly sick of the entire process.

 

"I'm starting to really hate shirts," Izuku muttered as Aizawa helped guide his arm through the sleeve while managing their three foot tether.

 

"Join the club," Aizawa replied grimly, adjusting his own shirt that had gotten twisted during their efforts. "At this point, I'm considering just staying shirtless permanently."

 

Through their bond, they shared the same thought: if the chain didn't break soon, they were going to have to find some kind of alternative clothing solution. Maybe shirts that buttoned up the front, or something with magnetic clasps...

 

The walk to Recovery Girl's office was mercifully short, but both of them were acutely aware of how different they felt compared to their last visit. The constant tension that had been radiating from them for days was gone, replaced by a calm satisfaction that they hoped wasn't too obvious to outside observers.

 

Recovery Girl looked up from her desk as they entered, her sharp eyes immediately assessing them both. Aizawa felt the exact moment her gaze sharpened with recognition, whatever she was seeing in their posture, their expressions, or the way they moved together, it was telling her a story.

 

"Good morning, you two," she said pleasantly, gesturing toward the examination chairs. "How are we feeling today?"

 

"Better," Izuku answered honestly, settling into one of the chairs while Aizawa took the other within their bond's range. "Much better, actually."

 

"I can see that," Recovery Girl said with a knowing look that made both of them tense slightly. "The change is quite remarkable, actually. You both seem much more... settled."

 

Through their bond, they felt each other's spike of nervousness. She definitely knew something had shifted between them, even if she didn't know the specifics.

 

"The bond has been... easier to manage recently," Aizawa said carefully, which was technically true even if it vastly understated what had actually happened.

 

"Mm.. hmm," Recovery Girl hummed, pulling out her stethoscope. "Well, let's start with the standard checks. Heart rate, blood pressure, general physical assessment."

 

As she worked, taking their vitals and making notes, both of them could feel her watchful attention. She was too experienced and too perceptive to miss the signs, the way they sat more comfortably near each other, the absence of the stress markers she'd documented during their previous visit, the subtle but unmistakable shift in their dynamic.

 

"Blood pressure is much improved for both of you," she noted, wrapping up the cuff from Aizawa's arm. "And your heart rates are significantly more stable than last time. Whatever you've been doing to manage the stress of your situation, it's working."

 

The way she said it made it clear she had a pretty good idea of what had helped them manage their stress, but she wasn't going to push for details.

 

"Any concerning symptoms?" she continued. "Headaches, nausea, unusual fatigue, problems sleeping?"

 

"Actually sleeping much better," Izuku said, and through their bond, Aizawa felt his slight flush at the memory of how peacefully they'd slept together.

 

"Both of you?"

 

"Both of us," Aizawa confirmed.

 

Recovery Girl made another note, her expression thoughtful. "And the emotional sharing through the bond? Still overwhelming, or have you found ways to cope?"

 

Through their connection, they felt each other's careful consideration of how to answer that question honestly without revealing too much.

 

"It's... less overwhelming now," Izuku said finally. "We've learned to work with it instead of fighting against it."

 

"Good," Recovery Girl said approvingly. "That's exactly what I was hoping to hear. Fighting the bond only creates more stress and tension. Acceptance and adaptation are much healthier approaches."

 

The approval in her voice made both of them relax slightly. Whatever she suspected about their situation, she clearly considered it a positive development.

 

"Any questions or concerns you'd like to discuss?" she asked, settling back in her chair with an expression that suggested she was prepared to listen to whatever they might need to share.

 

But then her expression shifted slightly, becoming more clinical and focused. "Actually, there is one thing I wanted to ask about specifically. Midoriya, how are you handling the physical side effects of your quirk while bonded? The muscle strain, the potential for injury, is Aizawa able to help you manage that properly?"

 

The question hit like a lightning bolt. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's immediate spike of panic, sharp, overwhelming terror that crashed into him like a wave. The panic was so intense it triggered Aizawa's own fight or flight response, his heart rate spiking as Izuku's fear flooded through their connection.

 

'She knows,' was Izuku's panicked thought, bleeding through their bond. 'She knows about last night, about what Mic did, about...'

 

Aizawa's own panic flared in response to Izuku's, creating a feedback loop that made it difficult for either of them to think clearly. But even through the haze of shared anxiety, he could see that Recovery Girl was looking at them with growing concern, clearly noticing their sudden distress.

 

"I... what do you mean?" Izuku managed, his voice tight with barely controlled panic.

 

"I mean the muscle soreness, the strain from overusing One For All," Recovery Girl clarified, her tone becoming gentler as she noticed their obvious distress. "With the bond, Aizawa would feel your physical pain as well as his own. I was wondering if that's created any issues with your training, or if you've found ways to help each other manage the physical demands of your quirks."

 

The clarification hit them both like a bucket of cold water. She wasn't asking about... that. She was asking about legitimate quirk related medical concerns. The relief was so intense that Aizawa felt his legs go weak.

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's matching relief, followed immediately by embarrassment at how badly they'd both misinterpreted the question.

 

"Oh," Izuku breathed, his face flushing red. "You mean... training. Quirk training."

 

"Yes, what did you think I...." Recovery Girl began, then stopped, her eyebrows rising as understanding dawned on her face. "Ah. I see. You thought I was asking about something else entirely."

 

The knowing look she gave them made both of them want to sink through the floor, but there was no judgment in her expression, just professional understanding mixed with what might have been amusement.

 

"To answer your actual question," Aizawa said, working to get his heart rate back under control, "yes, the shared pain from his quirk use has been... intense. But we're managing it."

 

"And you, midoriya? Any issues with overexertion knowing that Aizawa will feel the consequences?"

 

"I've been more careful," Izuku admitted, still flushed with embarrassment. "Knowing that he'll feel my pain makes me think twice about pushing too hard."

 

"That's actually a positive side effect," Recovery Girl noted, making another mark on her chart. "Shared consequences often leads to better self regulation. Just make sure you're not becoming so cautious that you're not training effectively."

 

The conversation continued for a few more minutes, focused entirely on legitimate medical concerns, but both Aizawa and Izuku remained acutely aware of how badly they'd misread the situation. Their guilty consciences had jumped to conclusions that said more about their own state of mind than anything else.

 

Aizawa and Izuku exchanged a glance, communicating silently through their bond. There were things they could ask, about the long term effects of their connection, about whether the bond might eventually fade, about how to navigate their changed relationship.

 

But somehow, none of those questions felt urgent anymore. They were managing their situation, they were both healthier and happier than they'd been in days, and they had support from the people who mattered.

 

"I think we're okay for now," Aizawa finally said. "We'll let you know if anything changes."

 

"Please do," Recovery Girl said warmly. "And remember, I'm here if you need to talk about anything, medical or otherwise. Sometimes having an outside perspective can be helpful when navigating... complex situations."

 

The offer was made gently, without judgment, and both of them felt grateful for her understanding approach.

 

"Thank you," Izuku said sincerely. "For everything. For monitoring us, for being understanding about... all of this."

 

"It's my job to take care of the people in this school," Recovery Girl replied with a kind smile. "And that includes making sure you're both healthy and happy, whatever form that takes."

 

As they prepared to leave, both of them felt a sense of relief. Recovery Girl might know that something significant had changed between them, but her reaction had been nothing but supportive. One more person in their corner, one less thing to worry about.

 

"Same time next week?" she called as they reached the door.

 

"We'll be here," Aizawa confirmed.

 

Walking back toward their dorm, they felt lighter somehow. Another hurdle cleared, another step toward accepting their new reality.

 

"That went better than expected," Izuku said quietly as they walked.

 

"She's always been good at knowing when not to push," Aizawa replied. "And she's right, we are doing better. Much better."

 

Through their bond, they shared the same satisfied thought: they really were. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they were facing them from a position of strength, together, And that made all the difference.

 

Their dorm

 

Back in their room, they'd settled into what was quickly becoming Izuku's rightful spot, curled up on Aizawa's lap on their couch, both of them having abandoned their shirts after the frustrating ordeal of getting dressed for Recovery Girl. An action movie played on their TV, something with explosions and chase scenes that required minimal attention, perfect background noise for their lazy afternoon.

 

Aizawa found himself completely relaxed in a way he hadn't experienced in years. One arm was wrapped around Izuku's waist, keeping him secure, while his other hand traced absent patterns across Izuku's bare chest. The movement was soothing, meditative almost, his fingers following the contours of muscle and the warm skin beneath his touch.

 

Between his teeth was the oral sensory tool that zashi had thoughtfully provided the day before, a small, textured item designed to give him something to focus on when he needed the calming input. Having something to chew and suck on while his hands were occupied with Izuku created a perfect sense of groundedness that left him feeling more centered than he could remember being.

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's contentment, the way his breathing had deepened and steadied under Aizawa's gentle touch. The younger was practically melting into him, completely trusting and relaxed in a way that made something warm and protective unfurl in Aizawa's chest.

 

'This is what peace feels like,' Aizawa thought, his fingers continuing their lazy exploration of Izuku's torso. The action on screen meant nothing compared to the simple pleasure of holding the person he cared about, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his body.

 

The sensory tool between his teeth provided just the right amount of input to keep his mind from wandering into anxiety or overthinking. Combined with the repetitive motion of his hand on Izuku's chest and the solid weight of him in his lap, it created a perfect sensory environment that left him feeling completely at ease.

 

Izuku shifted slightly, settling more comfortably against him, and through their bond Aizawa felt his sleepy satisfaction. The he was clearly enjoying being the focus of such gentle, mindless attention, the way Aizawa's fingers traced patterns without any agenda beyond the simple pleasure of touch.

 

"Comfortable?" Aizawa asked quietly, though he could feel through their connection that Izuku was more than comfortable.

 

"Mmm," Izuku hummed in response, tilting his head back slightly to look at him. "Don't stop. That feels perfect."

 

The simple request made Aizawa's chest tight with affection. How had he gone so long without this? Without the simple pleasure of caring for someone, of providing comfort through touch, of having someone trust him enough to be completely vulnerable in his arms?

 

He adjusted his grip slightly, his hand spanning wider across Izuku's bare chest as his thumb traced a gentle circle over his heart. The steady rhythm beneath his palm was soothing, a reminder that they were both here, both safe, both exactly where they wanted to be.

 

The movie continued in the background, but neither of them was really watching anymore. This quiet intimacy, this comfortable sharing of space and touch, was far more engaging than anything on screen.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's growing drowsiness, but it wasn't quite sleep that was overtaking him. Instead, there was something different, a soft, floaty quality to his thoughts, a pleasant foggy lightness that Aizawa recognized but had never felt from this side of the experience.

 

'He's dropping,' Aizawa realized with surprise. The gentle, repetitive touch combined with the safety and comfort of being held was naturally guiding Izuku into a relaxed, submissive headspace that Aizawa was intimately familiar with, just usually from the other direction.

 

What surprised him was the physical response that accompanied it. Through their bond, he could feel the way Izuku's body was reacting to the shift in mental state, not just the relaxation, but a deeper, more primal response that spoke to needs being met that Izuku probably didn't even fully understand yet.

 

"That's it," Aizawa murmured softly, his voice dropping to the same gentle, grounding tone he used when he needed to be guided down himself. "Just let go. You're safe."

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's immediate response to his voice, the way the he seemed to sink even deeper into that floaty, peaceful state. His breathing became slower, more even, and his body melted further into Aizawa's embrace.

 

Aizawa continued the gentle patterns on Izuku's chest, understanding now that this wasn't just casual affection, it was actively helping guide him into a space where he could completely let go of control, of anxiety, of the need to be constantly vigilant.

 

'He needs this,' Aizawa thought with growing understanding. 'Has probably needed it for a long time.'

 

Through their bond, he could feel the way all of Izuku's usual mental chatter was quieting, replaced by a simple, peaceful focus on the here and now. On the warmth of being held, the soothing rhythm of touch, the complete safety of being cared for.

 

It was beautiful to witness, and through their connection, Aizawa found himself feeling some of that same peaceful surrender, that same quiet joy in simply being present in the moment. The floating sensation bleeding through their bond was intoxicating in its own way, allowing him to experience both sides of this dynamic simultaneously.

 

"Sir?" Izuku's voice was soft, almost shy, the title slipping out naturally in his relaxed state. "Am I being good?"

 

The question went straight to Aizawa's heart and down to his dick, the simple need for reassurance and praise so pure it made his chest tight with affection.

 

"Yes," he said gently, his voice warm with approval as his fingers shifted to gentle scratches across Izuku's chest and nipples. "You're being such a good boy. So perfect."

 

The praise had an immediate effect. Through their bond, Aizawa felt the wave of contentment and pleasure with barley there arousal that washed over Izuku at the words, the way his body seemed to melt even further into boneless relaxation. 

 

Aizawa let his touch roam more deliberately now, gentle scratches across Izuku's chest, over his perky nipples, along his sides, each touch designed to soothe and ground rather than arouse, though the intimacy of it was undeniable. Izuku was completely pliant in his lap, trusting him entirely to provide exactly what he needed.

 

"Just like that," Aizawa murmured, continuing the gentle stimulation that kept Izuku floating in that perfect headspace. "Nothing to worry about. Just let me take care of you. Good boy kitten."

 

Looking down at Izuku's completely relaxed form draped across his lap, Aizawa felt something deep and possessive settle in his chest. His partner looked absolutely perfect like this, boneless and trusting, responding so beautifully to his touch and voice. The sight was doing things to him that went beyond simple affection.

 

'I want to see more of this,' he thought, his eyes taking in every detail of Izuku's peaceful expression, the way his body had gone completely pliant under his care. 'I want to learn every way to bring him to this headspace, every touch that makes him melt like this.'

 

Through their bond, he could feel how completely satisfied Izuku was at this moment, how perfectly his needs were being met. But Aizawa found himself thinking ahead, imagining other scenarios, other positions where he could provide this same care and guidance.

 

'Eventually,' he thought, his hand continuing its soothing patterns, 'I want to see how he looks like this beneath me. See his face as he orgasms before becoming pliant. I want to be the one who can bring him this peace, this satisfaction, in every way he needs.'

 

The thought sent a warm pulse of satisfaction through him, not just physical desire, though that was certainly present, but something deeper. The knowledge that he could be what Izuku needed, that he could fulfill these requirements that his partner was only just discovering he had.

 

Through their bond, he felt how completely Izuku trusted him in this moment, how safe and cared for he felt. It was a responsibility Aizawa didn't take lightly, and one he found himself craving more of.

 

This, taking care of Izuku, my kitten, meeting his needs, being the steady presence that allowed him to let go completely, this felt like what he was meant to be doing. What they were meant to be doing together.

 

Almost an hour passed in that peaceful bubble, Aizawa maintaining the gentle touches and soft reassurances that kept Izuku floating in his relaxed headspace. Through their bond, he felt the exact moment when Izuku's awareness began to shift back toward lucidity, thoughts becoming clearer, the floaty feeling starting to recede.

 

Chapter 27: Ch.27

Aizawa was grateful for the timing, since it was nearly lunch and they'd need to eat soon, but he refused to rush the process. Leaving Izuku alone during this vulnerable transition could easily cause him to drop hard, and Aizawa would never forgive himself for being the reason that happened, especially during what he was fairly certain was Izuku's first time experiencing this kind of headspace.

 

"Take your time," he murmured softly, adjusting his touch to be more grounding, more present. "I'm right here. You're safe."

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku slowly surfacing, like someone rising gently from deep water. The process needed to be gradual, supported, carefully guided back to full awareness.

 

"There you go," Aizawa said warmly as he felt Izuku's thoughts becoming more coherent. "Come back to me slowly. No rush."

 

He continued the gentle patterns on Izuku's chest, but shifted them to be more stimulating now, helping to bring him back to alertness rather than keeping him floating. The transition was just as important as the experience itself, and Aizawa was determined to make sure Izuku felt safe and cared for through every moment of it.

 

"Aizawa?" Izuku's voice was still soft, slightly confused as he blinked up at him.

 

"I'm here," Aizawa confirmed gently. "How are you feeling?"

 

Through their bond, he could sense Izuku taking mental inventory, checking in with his body, his emotions, processing what had just happened.

 

"Good," Izuku said with some surprise. "Really good. Just... what was that?"

 

"Something beautiful," Aizawa said honestly, his hand moving too cup Izuku's face with tender care. "Something you needed. And something I'm honored you trusted me to guide you through. It's called sub space."

 

A gentle knock at their door interrupted the quiet moment, followed by Present Mic's familiar voice. "Hey, you two! I brought lunch, and figured you might be hungry by now."

 

Aizawa felt a spike of protectiveness, instinctively wanting to shield Izuku from any outside intrusion while he was still in this vulnerable state. But through their bond, he could sense that Izuku was aware enough not to be startled by the interruption, just still floating on the peaceful aftermath of his experience.

 

"That's zashi," Aizawa said softly to Izuku, keeping his voice gentle and reassuring. "He brought food. Are you okay with me letting him in?"

 

Izuku nodded slowly, blinking as he worked to become more fully present. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... still a little floaty."

 

"I'll be right here," Aizawa promised, pressing a gentle kiss to Izuku's forehead before carefully helping him sit up properly on the couch.

 

Aizawa made his way to the door, the invisible chain allowing just enough distance for him to open it while staying close to Izuku. Present Mic stood in the hallway with bags that smelled incredible, shrimp ramen, if Aizawa's nose was correct.

 

"Hey," zashi said warmly, his eyes immediately taking in both of their appearances, still shirtless, Izuku's slightly dazed expression, the obvious intimacy of the moment he'd interrupted. "How are you both doing today? Thought I'd check in after... well, after last night."

 

There was genuine care in his voice, the concern of a friend who wanted to make sure they were both handling their new dynamic well. Aizawa felt a wave of gratitude for zashi's thoughtfulness.

 

"We're good," Aizawa said, stepping aside to let him in. "Really good, actually. Izuku's just coming back from... a peaceful moment. Sub space."

 

Zashi's expression shifted to understanding as he took in the scene, Izuku's relaxed posture, the gentle aftermath energy that still clung to both of them. "Ah," he said with a knowing smile. "First time?"

 

"Yeah," Aizawa confirmed quietly, moving back to the couch where Izuku was slowly becoming more alert.

 

"Those are special," zashi said gently, setting the food down on their table. "How are you feeling, Izuku?"

 

"Good," Izuku said, his voice still soft but more present than before. "Really good. Just... processing."

 

"That's normal," zashi assured him with a warm smile. "Take all the time you need. I brought shrimp ramen, figured you'd both worked up an appetite by now."

 

The casual way he acknowledged what they'd been doing without making it awkward was exactly what they needed. Aizawa felt another surge of appreciation for his friend's understanding and discretion.

 

Zashi distributed the containers of shrimp ramen with practiced ease, settling into one of their chairs while Aizawa and Izuku remained close together on the couch. The food smelled incredible, and Aizawa realized he was genuinely hungry, apparently taking care of Izuku had worked up his own appetite as well.

 

They ate in comfortable quiet for a few minutes before zashi spoke up, his tone casual but thoughtful.

 

"I wanted to check in with you both about last night," he said, setting down his chopsticks. "You both have really high libidos, and I'm happy to help with that if you want me to continue. But I also want to make sure you're still okay with the arrangement. No pressure either way."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's immediate response, a mix of gratitude for zashi's consideration and certainty about wanting to continue. His own feelings aligned perfectly with that sentiment.

 

"We're definitely okay with it," Aizawa said calmly, taking another bite of ramen. "More than okay, actually. It's... helpful. For both of us."

 

"Good to hear," zashi smiled. "I noticed you both seemed pretty wound up yesterday. Was there something specific that triggered that level of need, or is that just your normal baseline?"

 

Aizawa considered the question thoughtfully. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's slight embarrassment but also his interest in understanding their own patterns better.

 

"The bond amplifies everything," Aizawa explained. "Physical sensations, emotions, arousal, it all gets shared and magnified. Four and a half days of that building up with no outlet..." He shrugged, letting the implication speak for itself.

 

"Plus the training session," Izuku added quietly, his face flushing slightly. "When I pulled his hair during sparring, it... affected us both pretty intensely."

 

Zashi nodded with understanding. "That makes sense. Shared arousal with no release would definitely create a feedback loop. And discovering triggers like that..." He glanced meaningfully at Aizawa. "Well, we both know how that particular button works for you."

 

The matter of fact way he discussed it helped keep the conversation comfortable rather than awkward. This was just problem solving between friends, finding ways to help them manage their situation effectively.

 

"So moving forward," zashi continued, "would you prefer scheduled check ins, or should I just play it by ear based on how you're both doing? We could do both, make a schedule and if you both need more I'm always available."

 

"Play it by ear," Aizawa decided after a moment. "We're still figuring out our patterns. But knowing you're available when we need help..." Through their bond, he felt Izuku's agreement. "That's incredibly valuable."

 

"Absolutely," zashi said warmly. "You two are important to me. Whatever you need to make this work, I'm here for it."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt a shift in Izuku's emotional state, there was something he wanted to ask, but embarrassment was warring with arousal and curiosity. The combination of feelings was so intense that Aizawa could practically feel the question burning on Izuku's tongue.

 

"You have something you want to ask," Aizawa said gently, turning slightly to look at Izuku. "It's okay. You can say whatever you're thinking. We won't judge you."

 

Izuku's face flushed deeper, but he took a breath and looked at zashi directly. "Does it... does it bother you that we both came undone last night, but you didn't? That feels... uneven somehow."

 

The question hung in the air for a moment, and Aizawa felt Izuku's mixture of embarrassment and genuine concern through their bond. It was sweet, really, that he was worried about zashi's satisfaction in their arrangement.

 

Zashi's expression softened with understanding and something that looked like fondness. "Not at all," he said with complete sincerity. "Honestly, just knowing that I helped you both, that I could give you what you needed, that gives me satisfaction in a different way. Seeing you come apart, seeing how relaxed you both felt afterward... that's what works for me."

 

He leaned forward slightly, his voice gentle but firm. "I get genuine pleasure from being the one who can help you both let go. From being trusted with that responsibility. It's not about my physical release, it's about being useful, being needed in that specific way."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's relief and growing understanding. The explanation clearly resonated with him, and the arousal that had been simmering beneath his embarrassment was becoming more pronounced.

 

"Plus," zashi added with a slight smile, "watching you two together is pretty incredible. Not counting hot, That's enough satisfaction for me."

 

The admission made both of them flush, but there was something deeply reassuring about zashi's honest explanation of what he got out of their arrangement.

 

As lunch wrapped up, Aizawa became increasingly aware of Izuku's mounting arousal through their bond. There was something else too, a sense of anticipation, like Izuku was planning something. The feeling was so strong that Aizawa found himself watching his partner more closely, trying to figure out what was going through his mind.

 

When Izuku suddenly leaned over toward zashi, speaking in a whisper too quiet for Aizawa to hear, the spike of arousal through their bond was so intense it made Aizawa's breath catch. Whatever Izuku had just suggested, it was affecting them both powerfully.

 

Zashi's eyebrows rose slightly, and he glanced at Aizawa with a knowing look before nodding. "I can do that," he said with a slight smile, standing from his chair.

 

Before Aizawa could ask what they'd discussed, zashi was moving toward him with purposeful steps. Without warning, his fingers threaded through Aizawa's hair and gave three firm, deliberate tugs that sent lightning through his entire nervous system.

 

The response was immediate and overwhelming. Through their bond, Izuku felt every moment of Aizawa's complete loss of control, the way his body arched, the helpless sound that escaped his throat, the way his carefully maintained composure shattered entirely. He came hard and threw the bond he could feel izuku had as well.

 

"Have fun dealing with that," Zashi said cheerfully, already heading toward the door. "I've got to get to work, but call if you need anything!"

 

And then he was gone, leaving them both reeling from the aftermath. Aizawa was gripping the couch cushions, his breathing uneven as he tried to regain some semblance of control, while through their bond he could feel Izuku's matching arousal and deep satisfaction at having orchestrated the whole thing.

 

"You little..." Aizawa started, but the words died as another wave of sensation crashed over him from the lingering effects of what zashi had just done.

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's pleased smugness mixed with his own desperate arousal, and realized they were going to have a very interesting afternoon ahead of them.

 

After they'd taken care of the immediate aftermath of what zashi had done to them, a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up and compose themselves, Aizawa made a decision that surprised even him.

 

"We're getting dressed," he announced, moving toward their dresser with determination.

 

"We are?" Izuku asked, still slightly dazed from their shared experience. Through their bond, Aizawa could feel his confusion mixed with lingering arousal.

 

"Yes. And then I'm taking you on a proper date." Aizawa pulled out clothes for both of them, his mind made up despite the complications the invisible chain would create. "The aquarium. You mentioned wanting to go there weeks ago. If we go now it shouldn't be too busy."

 

The suggestion sent a wave of excitement through their bond that was so pure and joyful it made Aizawa's chest tight with affection. Izuku's face lit up with genuine delight.

 

"Really? But getting dressed is such a pain, and people will think it's weird how close we have to stay together..."

 

"Let them think what they want," Aizawa said firmly, already working to coordinate getting his shirt on with Izuku's help. "I want to take you somewhere special. I want to do this right. Izuku you deserve for your, our first date to be special."

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's overwhelming happiness at the gesture, not just the date itself, but what it represented. Aizawa chose to take him out in public, to claim this relationship openly despite the complications.

 

"Besides," Aizawa added with a slight smile as they struggled with the logistics of getting Izuku's shirt over his head, "after what you just orchestrated with zashi, I think you deserve a reward."

 

The flush that spread across Izuku's face was worth every moment of frustration with their clothing situation. Through their connection, Aizawa felt his pride and anticipation mixing together into something beautiful and warm.

 

"A real date," Izuku said softly, like he was testing the words. "Our first real date."

 

"The first of many," Aizawa confirmed, and meant every word of it.

 

For the first time in longer than he could remember, Aizawa had no desire to be anywhere else, to do anything else, to be anyone else. This moment, this peace, this connection, it was everything he hadn't known he needed, And he intended to savor every second of it.

 

Chapter 28: Ch.28

Aquarium Date

 

The aquarium was busier than Aizawa had expected for a weekday afternoon, but that worked in their favor, the crowds meant their unusually close proximity looked less suspicious. They moved through the dimly lit halls together, staying within their three foot limit but not actually touching, maintaining the careful distance they'd perfected over the past few days.

 

But Aizawa found himself barely looking at the displays.

 

Instead, his attention was completely captured by Izuku, who was practically glowing with excitement as they moved from tank to tank. The blue green light from the water cast shifting patterns across his face, highlighting the genuine joy in his expression as he pointed out different species, reading information plaques aloud with the same enthusiasm he brought to his hero analysis notebooks.

 

"Look at that one!" Izuku said softly, pressing closer to the glass of a tank filled with jellyfish. "The way they move is so graceful, like they're dancing through the water."

 

Aizawa moved closer, ostensibly to see what Izuku was looking at, but really just to be near him. The way the aquarium lighting played across Izuku's features was mesmerizing, the soft curve of his lips as he smiled, the bright intelligence in his eyes, the way his hair caught the blue tinted light.

 

'Beautiful,' Aizawa thought, not for the first time that day. 'He's absolutely beautiful.'

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's pure happiness, his wonder at the sea life around them, his contentment at being here together. It was infectious, warming something in Aizawa's chest that had been cold for far too long.

 

'Thank you, Nezu,' he thought gratefully. The principal's decision to make Izuku his personal student had removed the last barrier between them, the final complication that had been holding Aizawa back. Technically, he was no longer Izuku's teacher. Technically, there was nothing inappropriate about the way he was looking at him right now, nothing wrong with the thoughts running through his mind. Izuku was also legal age to consent with guardian permission and nezu gave the permission without saying the words.

 

Izuku turned slightly, catching Aizawa's intense gaze, and smiled with such genuine warmth that it made Aizawa's heart skip. His lips looked so soft in the aquarium's gentle lighting, slightly parted as he started to say something about the display in front of them.

 

'I want to kiss him,' Aizawa realized with startling clarity. 'I want to kiss those soft lips, want to taste his smile, want to show him exactly how I feel about him.'

 

The urge was so strong it was almost overwhelming. They were in public, surrounded by families and other couples enjoying their afternoon, but all Aizawa could think about was closing the small distance between them and claiming Izuku's mouth with his own.

 

"Aizawa?" Izuku's voice was soft, questioning. Through their bond, he'd clearly felt some echo of Aizawa's thoughts, the intensity of his focus.

 

"Sorry," Aizawa said, forcing himself to look at the jellyfish display. "Just... enjoying watching you enjoy this."

 

The admission made Izuku flush pink, a color that looked stunning against the aquarium's ethereal lighting. Through their connection, Aizawa felt his happiness spike even higher, along with something warmer, more intimate.

 

"This is perfect," Izuku said quietly, moving to the next tank. "I never thought... I mean, I hoped, but I never really believed we'd get to do things like this."

 

"Like what?"

 

"Normal couple things," Izuku said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Going on dates, just... being together without it being complicated."

 

The word 'couple' sent a warm pulse through both of them. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's shy hope, his careful joy at being able to say it out loud.

 

"We are a couple," Aizawa said firmly, moving closer as they approached a quieter section of the aquarium. "Whatever else happens, whatever complications come up, that's what we are."

 

But even as the words left his mouth, Aizawa realized with a spike of panic that they'd never actually confirmed this. They slept next to each other, they'd shared intimate moments, they'd talked about their feelings, but had they ever actually discussed being in a relationship? The uncertainty hit him like a cold wave.

 

Through their bond, Izuku immediately felt his sudden anxiety and turned to look at him with concerned eyes. "We are," Izuku said softly, his voice carrying gentle certainty. "Are you... are you confirming that you want this? Want me?"

 

The question was vulnerable, hopeful, and through their connection Aizawa felt the strong surge of hope that accompanied it, Izuku's desperate want for this to be real, for them to be choosing each other deliberately.

 

Aizawa looked around quickly. Most people had moved on from this section of the aquarium, leaving them in relative privacy among the softly glowing tanks. The dim, blue tinted lighting created an intimate atmosphere that felt separate from the rest of the world.

 

Without giving himself time to overthink it, Aizawa reached out and gently pulled Izuku by his hips, bringing him flush against his body within the comfortable range of their bond. The contact sent electricity through both of them, and Aizawa could feel Izuku's sharp intake of breath.

 

"Izuku," he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

 

The direct question, asked while holding him close in the romantic lighting of the aquarium, made Izuku go completely still. Through their bond, Aizawa felt the way his heart started racing, the flood of happiness and relief and love that crashed over him.

 

"Yes," Izuku breathed, his voice flustered and breathless but absolutely certain. "Yes, of course. I thought... I hoped... but yes, absolutely yes."

 

The relief that flooded through both of them was overwhelming. Through their connection, they shared the same thought: 'This is real. We're really doing this.'

 

Standing there in the quiet corner of the aquarium, holding each other close for the first time in public, they both felt like they'd finally found something they'd been searching for without even knowing it.

 

After they'd reluctantly separated and continued through the rest of the exhibits, Aizawa led them to a small shop he'd noticed on their way to the aquarium. The sign read "Adaptive Clothing: Quirk Friendly Designs" and seemed like exactly what they needed.

 

The shop owner was a kind woman with obvious feline features, pointed ears that twitched expressively and a long, fluffy tail that swayed as she moved. She took one look at how close they had to stay together and immediately understood their situation.

 

"Quirk side effects?" she asked with professional sympathy. "I get a few customers with similar needs. Let me show you some options that might work."

 

As she led them through the store, explaining magnetic clasps and easy access designs, Aizawa found himself staring. Not at her, she was pleasant enough, but that wasn't what was capturing his attention. It was her ears, the way they moved and twitched with her emotions, and especially her tail, the way it swished and curled with unconscious grace.

 

The arousal that spiked through him was immediate and unmistakable.

 

Through their bond, Izuku felt it instantly, and Aizawa sensed his boyfriend's confusion quickly turning to upset, then jealousy. The emotions were sharp and hurt, making Aizawa's chest tight with the need to explain.

 

But then, as Aizawa's focus remained fixed on the feline features themselves rather than the woman who possessed them, understanding dawned on Izuku. Through their connection, he could feel that Aizawa's arousal wasn't about attraction to another person, it was specifically about the cat characteristics. The ears, the tail, the feline movements.

 

'Oh,' came Izuku's realization through their bond, followed by a spike of understanding that was quickly replaced by something else entirely. Something calculating and pleased and undeniably sexy that made Aizawa's attention snap back to him.

 

Through their connection, he could feel Izuku beginning to plan something, his mind working in ways that sent anticipatory heat through both of them.

 

'He's up to something,' Aizawa realized, his arousal shifting from the shop owner's feline features to whatever scheme was forming in his boyfriend's mind. 'Something that involves those cat ears and tail.'

 

The shopping trip suddenly became much more interesting.

 

They ended up purchasing eight magnetic clasp shirts for each of them, a significant investment, but one that would make their daily lives much easier. The shop owner was incredibly helpful, showing them different styles and explaining how the magnetic closures worked for people with various mobility or coordination challenges.

 

"These should solve your clothing troubles," she said with a warm smile as she rang up their purchase. "The magnets are strong enough to stay closed during normal activity, but easy enough to separate when you need to."

 

As they left the shop with their bags, both of them felt a strange mix of relief and something else, something neither wanted to examine too closely.

 

The shirts would make things easier, yes. But there was also an unspoken reality that neither of them was ready to acknowledge: somewhere along the way, the invisible chain between them had stopped feeling like a restriction and started feeling like a connection they didn't actually want to break.

 

Through their bond, they shared the same unconscious thought... 'not yet. Not yet. Maybe not ever. At least not for a couple of years.'

 

The idea of being separated, of not feeling each other's emotions constantly, of having to sleep apart and coordinate their movements and live as individuals rather than as this connected unit they'd become... it was unthinkable.

 

Neither voiced these thoughts, but they both felt them through their connection. The bond that had started as an accident, a complication to be endured until it could be broken, had become something precious. Something they were both silently hoping would last much longer than anyone expected.

 

"These will make mornings easier," Izuku said, holding up one of the bags as they walked back toward UA.

 

"Much easier," Aizawa agreed, but through their bond, they both felt the unspoken addition: 'But I hope we never have to use them when we're apart.'

 

The realization should have been concerning. Should have made them question their judgment or worry about codependency.

 

Instead, it just felt right. They were meant to be connected like this, meant to share everything, meant to be together in ways that went beyond normal relationships, And neither of them was in any hurry to change that.

 

"One more stop," Aizawa said as they made their way through the quieter part of the city. He led them down a small side street to a place he'd discovered months ago but never had reason to visit, a small, quiet cat cafe that advertised itself as a peaceful retreat from the busy world.

 

"A cat cafe?" Izuku asked, his voice filled with delight as he read the sign. Through their bond, Aizawa felt his excitement spike, mixed with something warmer, appreciation for how thoughtful this surprise was.

 

"It should be almost empty right now," Aizawa explained, checking his phone for the time. "Afternoon lull, before the evening crowd arrives."

 

As they entered the cozy space, they were greeted by soft lighting, comfortable seating areas, and several cats lounging in various spots around the cafe. Just as Aizawa had hoped, they were practically the only customers.

 

But as they settled into a corner booth, both of them became aware of something subtle but noticeable, a warmth around their wrists where the invisible chain connected them. It wasn't uncomfortable, just... different. Like the bond was responding to something.

 

Through their connection, they shared the same realization: the bonding quirk was evolving, adapting. It was feeling their desire to stay connected, their happiness with their current situation, their contentment with being bound together. And it was responding accordingly, growing stronger, more satisfied.

 

Neither mentioned it aloud, but they both felt the significance. The quirk wasn't just maintaining their connection anymore, it was actively supporting it, reinforcing their bond because it sensed how much they both wanted it.

 

"This is perfect," Izuku said softly, watching a tabby cat approach their table with curiosity. Through their bond, Aizawa felt his contentment, his happiness, his love for these thoughtful gestures.

 

The warmth around their wrists pulsed gently, like a satisfied purr from the quirk itself, pleased with their emotional state and determined to keep them exactly where they wanted to be together.

 

A server approached their table with a friendly smile, another person with feline features, this one sporting particularly fluffy ears and a long, luxurious tail that swayed gracefully as she moved.

 

"What can I get you both today?" she asked cheerfully.

 

"Hot chocolate with a multi berry muffin, please," Izuku said first, his voice warm and polite.

 

"And for you?" she turned to Aizawa, whose attention was completely fixed on her tail, the way it moved with unconscious elegance, the thick, soft looking fur that seemed to catch the cafe's warm lighting.

 

"Vanilla caramel coffee with two pumps of espresso," Aizawa managed, forcing himself to look at her face. "And a chocolate chip muffin."

 

"Coming right up!" she said, walking away with that same graceful tail swish that made Aizawa's breath catch.

 

Izuku had been watching him the entire time, and through their bond, Aizawa felt his boyfriend's knowing amusement mixed with something more calculating.

 

"Sho," Izuku said quietly, and the use of his first name, spoken in that soft, slightly breathless way, sent a jolt straight through him. "Do you want to see me with cat ears and a tail?"

 

The arousal that spiked through their bond was immediate and overwhelming. The image hit Aizawa like a lightning bolt, Izuku with soft, expressive ears that would twitch with his emotions, a tail that would curl and swish with his moods, those same feline grace notes that were clearly doing things to him he hadn't fully understood until now.

 

'Yes,' his mind supplied immediately, desperately. 'God, yes, I want that so badly.'

 

Through their connection, Izuku felt every bit of his intense desire, the way the suggestion had completely captured his imagination. And the way his first name had sounded coming from Izuku's lips, soft and intimate and perfect, only made the whole fantasy more compelling.

 

"I can see that you do," Izuku said with a slight smile that was equal parts innocent and absolutely wicked. "The bond doesn't lie, does it?"

 

Aizawa could only stare at him, overwhelmed by the combination of arousal, affection, and the dangerous realization that his boyfriend was getting very good at reading his desires and using them to his advantage.

 

Their order arrived shortly after, and they settled into a comfortable conversation over their coffee and muffins. The cats wandering around the cafe provided gentle entertainment, but mostly they focused on each other, this chance to simply talk and get to know each other better outside of their usual contexts.

 

"Favorite color?" Izuku asked, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

 

"Black. Practical," Aizawa replied, then paused. "Though I'm developing an appreciation for green lately." The comment made Izuku flush with pleasure, understanding the reference to his eyes.

 

"Mine's red," Izuku said. "Always has been. But I'm starting to like the color gold. What about... favorite season?"

 

"Fall. Cooler weather, fewer people out and about," Aizawa said, breaking off a piece of his muffin. "You?"

 

"Spring. New beginnings, everything coming back to life." Izuku's eyes sparkled with warmth. "Favorite food?"

 

"Jelly pouches. Don't judge me," Aizawa said with a slight smile, earning a delighted laugh from Izuku.

 

"I would never! Mine's katsudon, but you probably already knew that."

 

They continued like this, trading simple questions and answers, childhood pets, least favorite chores, preferred sleeping positions (which led to some interesting revelations about how well they'd been fitting together), favorite books, worst fears, silly dreams.

 

Through their bond, they could feel each other's genuine interest in these mundane details, the way each small revelation added another layer to their understanding of each other. It was intimate in a completely different way than their physical connection, this quiet building of knowledge about the person they were choosing to share their life with.

 

"This is nice," Izuku said eventually, reaching across to brush a crumb from the corner of Aizawa's mouth. "Just... learning about you. Everyday stuff."

 

"Yeah," Aizawa agreed, catching Izuku's hand and holding it briefly. "It is."

 

Through their bond, they shared the same thought: they could do this for hours, just talking and discovering all the small things that made each other who they were.

 

Home 

 

Back in their shared space, they gratefully stripped out of the difficult shirts and settled onto their couch in comfortable domesticity. This time, Izuku was absorbed in his phone, texting someone with focused concentration, while Aizawa had picked up a book from their shelf.

 

Aizawa found himself glancing over occasionally, curious about who Izuku was messaging so intently, but he respected the boundary of privacy. Even bonded as they were, even boyfriends now, Izuku deserved to have private conversations without Aizawa looking over his shoulder or asking intrusive questions.

 

Through their connection, he could feel Izuku's excitement about whatever he was discussing, mixed with what felt like anticipation and a hint of mischief. It made Aizawa smile slightly as he returned to his book, some domestic thriller he'd been meaning to finish for months.

 

The quiet companionship felt natural and comfortable. They didn't need to be actively engaging with each other every moment; just being in the same space, feeling each other's presence through their bond, was enough. This was what relationships looked like in the everyday moments, not grand gestures or intense conversations, but simply existing together peacefully.

 

"Everything alright?" Aizawa asked gently when he felt a particularly strong spike of excitement through their connection.

 

"Mmhmm," Izuku hummed without looking up from his phone, though Aizawa could see the smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Just... arranging something."

 

The mysterious answer only made Aizawa more curious, but he respected Izuku's privacy and returned to his reading, content to wait and see what his boyfriend was planning.

 

About an hour later, a familiar knock at their door interrupted the peaceful quiet. Izuku immediately perked up, setting his phone aside with obvious excitement.

 

"I'll get it," he said, practically bouncing off the couch with enthusiasm that Aizawa could feel echoing through their bond.

 

Zashi stood in the doorway when Izuku opened the door, looking enthusiastic but slightly nervous, carrying a discrete bag in his hand. His usual confident demeanor was mixed with something that looked almost like anticipation.

 

"Hey there," zashi greeted as Izuku let him in, his eyes immediately finding Aizawa on the couch. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

 

"Not at all," Aizawa said, though he was definitely starting to piece together that this visit was connected to whatever Izuku had been texting about so intently. Through their bond, he could feel his boyfriend's excitement mixed with nervous energy.

 

"So," zashi said, settling the bag carefully on their table, "midoriya had something he wanted to try. Something he thought you might be interested in, given your... reactions today."

 

The way he said it, combined with Izuku's flush and the mysterious bag, made several pieces click into place in Aizawa's mind. His boyfriend had been planning something all afternoon, something that involved zashi's help, and given their conversation at the cat cafe...

 

'Oh,' Aizawa thought, his pulse quickening as he began to understand what might be in that bag.

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's nervous anticipation spike as he watched realization dawn on Aizawa's face.

 

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Aizawa asked carefully, though his voice had already dropped to that rougher tone that suggested he was very interested in whatever they were proposing.

 

Zashi reached into the bag and began pulling out items that made Aizawa's breath catch. Two collars, one black, one green. Two attachable tails that looked incredibly realistic. Cat ear headbands that matched the collar colors. And finally, cat pawed thigh high socks for both of them.

 

The effect on Aizawa was immediate and overwhelming. His arousal spiked so intensely that he felt dizzy with it, and through their bond, Izuku experienced every bit of his reaction, the way his pupils dilated, the sharp intake of breath, the way his body responded instantly to the sight. He was already hard and leaking.

 

Izuku wasn't much better off. Seeing Aizawa's intense reaction combined with imagining himself in the cat accessories sent his own arousal spiraling. Through their connection, they fed off each other's responses, creating a feedback loop that left them both almost breathless.

 

"I take it that's a yes?" Zashi said with obvious amusement, watching their reactions with satisfaction. "Midoriya thought you might be interested, given your... focus... on certain features today."

 

"Very interested," Aizawa managed, his voice rough with want. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's matching excitement, the anticipation of trying something new together.

 

"Perfect," zashi smiled warmly. "And I brought strawberries. Thought you might work up an appetite."

 

The thoughtful addition made both of them flush deeper, the implication clear. Zashi had planned this entire experience, from the accessories to the aftercare, ensuring they'd be properly taken care of.

 

Through their bond, Aizawa and Izuku shared the same thought: they were very lucky to have someone who understood their needs so well and was willing to help them explore them safely.

 

They quickly put on the cat pawed socks, the soft material and playful design immediately putting them both in a different headspace. Then zashi stepped forward, taking control with gentle authority.

 

"Let me," he said softly, reaching for the collars. He fastened the black one around Aizawa's neck first, his touch careful and respectful, then moved to Izuku with the green collar.

 

Part of Aizawa knew he should feel threatened seeing another man collar his boyfriend, but the feeling never came. He trusted zashi completely, and through their bond, he could feel that Izuku felt just as safe and cared for.

 

Next came the tails, which zashi attached with practiced ease, and finally the ears, which he positioned carefully on both their heads. The complete transformation was immediate, they both looked adorable and appealing in ways that made zashi smile with satisfaction.

 

"Perfect," zashi murmured approvingly. He placed two pillows on the ground on either side of where he planned to sit. "Kneel for me."

 

They obeyed without hesitation, settling onto the pillows in positions that felt surprisingly natural. The dynamic shift was immediate and profound, from the moment they knelt, Aizawa felt himself beginning to float in that same peaceful headspace Izuku had experienced earlier.

 

Zashi settled between them with the container of strawberries, his movements calm and deliberate. He selected a particularly ripe berry and held it out to Izuku first.

 

"Open," he said gently, and Izuku complied, accepting the strawberry with obvious pleasure.

 

Then zashi turned to Aizawa, offering him the next berry with the same careful attention. "Good boy," he murmured as Aizawa took it, the praise sending warmth through both of them via their bond.

 

Back and forth zashi continued, feeding them one strawberry at a time, switching between them with equal care and attention. The simple act was both nurturing and controlling, and Aizawa found himself sinking deeper into that floaty, peaceful state with each passing moment.

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku experiencing the same drift, the same gradual letting go of control and responsibility. It was beautiful and safe and exactly what they both needed.

 

After the strawberries were finished, zashi set the container aside and reached out with both hands, threading his fingers gently through their hair. The touch was soft, soothing, designed to deepen the peaceful state they were both already floating in.

 

"Such good kittens," he murmured, his voice warm with genuine affection. "So well behaved, so perfect."

 

The praise washed over them both like warm honey. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's contentment mixing with his own, creating a feedback loop of peace and satisfaction that left them both completely relaxed.

 

Zashi's hands continued their gentle ministrations, occasionally scratching lightly behind the cat ears in a way that made them both practically purr with contentment. His touch was calm, controlled, completely focused on their comfort and care.

 

"That's it," he said softly as he felt them both settling deeper into their peaceful headspace. "Just let go. Let me take care of everything."

 

Aizawa found himself leaning into the touch, his usual need for control completely absent. Through their bond, he could feel that Izuku was experiencing the same surrender, the same trust in zashi's gentle guidance.

 

The combination of the accessories, the praise, and the careful attention was creating exactly the kind of safe space they both needed, a place where they could be vulnerable and cared for without judgment or expectation.

 

"Perfect kittens," zashi repeated, his voice filled with warmth and approval as he continued the soothing touches that kept them both floating in their peaceful state.

 

Zashi's hand was gentle as he ran it soothingly over Aizawa's cheek and lips, his touch soft and with purpose before slowly inserting two of his fingers into aizawa's mouth. "be a good kitten and suck."

 

Aizawa found himself gently sucking zashi's fingers using his tongue to swirl around them as he moans in satisfaction and pleasure.

 

Zashi moved his other hand to his head, fingers running through his hair soothingly before tugging it as he removed his fingers from aizawa's mouth so they could hear his pretty moans. He tugged lightly at first just to see them fall apart before pulling hard, seeing and hearing them orgasm. 

 

"please" aizawa begged needing more. "Oh, God zashi more please."

 

Aizawa watched through hazy eyes as zashi thought about it. He needed more he was so painfully hard and could feel the same intense arousal in izuku.

 

Soon zashi sat down on the couch, and spread his legs open. 

 

"Only good kitties get to cum." Zashi told us as he got comfortable and ready to watch. "You have to work for your release. Be good boys and rut against my leg, do not touch yourself, do not touch each other." 

It only took a second before we crawled the few steps away and started rutting again him like a whore moaning with pleasure. We're floating, desperate for release and to please him. It only took a few minutes before we came again, are vision whites out as we scream his name. 

 

The world felt soft and distant as zashi's gentle hands guided him and Izuku to the couch. His mind was floating, peaceful but disconnected, and through their bond he could feel that Izuku was in a similar state of blissful exhaustion.

 

"Easy does it," zashi said softly, his voice warm and caring as he helped them both settle onto the cushions. "Just rest for a moment."

 

Aizawa found himself leaning heavily against Izuku, both of them still wearing the cat ears and accessories, though they felt different now, less like costume pieces and more like comforting reminders of the trust they'd shared.

 

"Water first," zashi said, pressing cool glasses into their hands. "Small sips. Take your time."

 

The water was refreshing, grounding, helping to bring Aizawa back to himself gradually. Through their bond, he felt Izuku's similar slow return to awareness, both of them surfacing gently from wherever they'd been.

 

"How are you both feeling?" Zashi asked, settling beside them with obvious concern and care.

 

"Good," Aizawa managed, his voice hoarse but content. "Really good."

 

"Floaty," Izuku added softly, leaning into Aizawa's warmth. "But safe."

 

"That's exactly what we want to hear," zashi smiled, relief evident in his expression. "Ready to get cleaned up? I'll help you both to the bathroom, make sure you're comfortable for the night."

 

With patient care, zashi helped them remove the accessories and guided them through their nighttime routine. He was thorough but respectful, making sure they were both clean and comfortable before helping them back to their bed.

 

"Sleep now," he said gently, pulling their blankets up around them. "I'll check on you both in the morning."

 

As Aizawa drifted toward sleep with Izuku safe in his arms, he felt nothing but gratitude for the care they'd been shown and the trust they'd been able to explore together.

 

Chapter 29: Ch.29

Morning 

 

The alarm at 5:30 AM cut through the peaceful quiet of their room, but Aizawa didn't immediately move to turn it off. Instead, he remained where he was, leaning against the wall with Izuku curled securely against his chest, both of them having slept deeply and peacefully through the night.

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's slow drift toward consciousness, that gentle surfacing from deep sleep that spoke to how completely relaxed and safe he felt. The previous evening with zashi had left them both in such a state of contentment that they'd barely stirred all night.

 

'Two more days,' Aizawa remembered with satisfaction. 'Then Nezu's four day weekend starts.'

 

The principal had been incredibly understanding about their situation, granting them an extended break to "adjust to their new circumstances" without the pressure of regular classes and responsibilities. Four uninterrupted days to simply be together, to explore their relationship, to settle into their new dynamic.

 

Izuku stirred against him, making a soft sound of protest at the alarm's insistence. Through their bond, Aizawa felt his reluctance to leave the warm safety of their embrace, his contentment at waking up exactly where he wanted to be.

 

"Morning," Aizawa murmured, his voice still rough with sleep as he reached over to silence the alarm.

 

"Too early," Izuku mumbled against his chest, though there was no real complaint in his tone. Through their connection, Aizawa felt his boyfriend's deep satisfaction at waking up in his arms again, the way it was already becoming their natural state.

 

"I know," Aizawa agreed, his hand finding its way to Izuku's hair in the gentle stroking motion that had become second nature. "But just two more days of regular schedule, then we have four days all to ourselves."

 

The reminder sent a warm pulse of anticipation through both of them. Four days with no obligations beyond each other, no need to coordinate with classes or patrol schedules ( unless they decided that they wanted to go on patrol or nezu sprang a patrol on them), no interruptions to their growing intimacy.

 

"Four days," Izuku repeated softly, tilting his head to look up at Aizawa with sleepy but bright eyes. "What should we do with all that time?"

 

Through their bond, they shared the same thought, there were so many things they wanted to explore together, so many aspects of their relationship they were still discovering. The prospect of uninterrupted time felt like a gift.

 

"Whatever we want," Aizawa said simply, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of Izuku's head. "Absolutely whatever we want."

 

The promise hung between them, full of possibility and warmth, as they prepared to face two more days before their real time together could begin.

 

Eventually, the demands of their schedule forced them to reluctantly separate and begin their morning routine. But today was different, today they had their new magnetic clasp shirts from the adaptive clothing store.

 

"Let's try these out," Aizawa said, pulling two of the shirts from their dresser. The magnetic closures were clearly marked and designed to be intuitive, even for people dealing with coordination challenges.

 

The difference was immediately apparent. Instead of the frustrating dance of trying to get fabric over heads and through sleeves while maintaining their three foot distance, the shirts simply opened completely and could be draped over their shoulders before the magnets clicked satisfyingly into place.

 

"This is amazing," Izuku said with genuine relief, smoothing down his shirt. "I can actually get dressed without feeling like I'm wrestling with my clothes."

 

"Best investment we've made," Aizawa agreed, adjusting his own shirt with ease. The process that had been taking them ten to fifteen minutes of coordination and frustration now took less than two.

 

Through their bond, they shared the same satisfaction, not just at the practical improvement, but at how this small change would make their daily lives so much easier. No more starting each day with irritation and struggle, no more avoiding getting dressed when they could help it.

 

"Coffee?" Izuku asked, moving toward their kitchen area with the natural flow they'd developed.

 

"Please," Aizawa replied, following automatically within their bond's range. 

 

As they moved through their morning routine, coffee/juice, light breakfast, gathering materials for the day, everything felt more manageable with the simple addition of clothing that actually worked with their situation rather than against it.

 

"Ready for another day?" Izuku asked as they prepared to leave their dorm.

 

"Ready," Aizawa confirmed, and through their bond, they both felt the truth of it. They were ready to face whatever came next, together.

 

When they reached the common room, they were greeted by barely controlled chaos. Bakugou was yelling from the kitchen where he was aggressively cooking, Iida was frantically trying to maintain order with his usual hand gestures, and Kaminari and Mina were adding to the chaos with their own brand of morning energy.

 

Aizawa sighed deeply, looking at Izuku with  tired resignation. Through their bond, they silently agreed to simply ignore the mayhem and head straight for the teacher's lounge without getting involved.

 

The walk through the halls was a welcome relief after the chaos. They had to go outside briefly to reach the teacher's building, the cool morning air refreshing after the stuffy common room. Once inside the corridors, everything was quieter, more peaceful, and Aizawa found himself genuinely enjoying the simple act of walking beside Izuku without the pressure of managing teenage drama.

 

Halfway through the hallway, he felt Izuku's tentative movement through their bond, nervousness mixed with growing boldness. A moment later, Izuku's pinky finger gently linked with his own, such a small gesture but one that carried significant weight.

 

Through their connection, Aizawa immediately felt Izuku's spike of anxiety, the worry about rejection, the fear that this public display of affection might be too much, too soon, too risky for their professional environment.

 

But Aizawa didn't pull away. Instead, he gently squeezed Izuku's pinky with his own, a silent reassurance that sent a wave of relief and happiness through their bond. He was more than happy with this small form of affection, it felt right, natural, exactly what he wanted.

 

'It's okay,' he tried to project through their connection. 'This is perfect.'

 

The simple gesture made their walk to the teacher's lounge feel special, intimate despite being in public, a quiet declaration of their connection that only they could fully understand.

 

They were almost at the teacher's lounge when they encountered Present Mic coming from the opposite direction. His face lit up with a warm smile when he saw them, his eyes briefly noting their linked pinkies with obvious approval before meeting their gazes with genuine affection.

 

"Good morning, you two," he greeted cheerfully, his voice carrying that particular warmth he reserved for people he truly cared about. Reaching the door first, he paused and gestured for them to enter ahead of him with characteristic thoughtfulness. "After you. I can't have my favorite couple standing around in the hallway."

 

The casual use of the word 'couple' sent a warm flutter through both Aizawa and Izuku via their bond, a reminder that their relationship was accepted and supported by the people who mattered most to them.

 

Aizawa made a beeline straight for the coffee station the moment they entered, his morning routine still feeling incomplete without that second proper cup. The familiar ritual of measuring grounds, checking the water level, and starting the machine helped center him for whatever the day might bring. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's amusement at his continued focus on caffeine acquisition.

 

As the coffee pot began its slow brewing process, Aizawa became aware of Izuku and Present Mic settling into comfortable conversation nearby. Their voices were quiet, relaxed, the kind of easy interaction that spoke to growing friendship and mutual respect.

 

"So how are you feeling about the new academic arrangement with Nezu?" Mic was asking, genuine interest in his tone. "I know it's a big change from regular classes. Starts today, right?"

 

"Yeah, in a couple hours," Izuku replied, and through their bond Aizawa felt his mixture of nervousness and excitement. "I'm curious to see how different it'll be. More personalized, hopefully, and I can focus on the areas where I need the most work. Plus, it takes the pressure off of..." He gestured vaguely toward Aizawa, who was still focused on the coffee but listening intently.

 

"Yeah, I imagine trying to maintain professional boundaries while literally chained together was getting pretty complicated," Mic said with understanding. "Nezu's always been good at finding elegant solutions to impossible situations."

 

"We're grateful for it," Izuku said softly. "For all of it. For your help, for understanding, for making this all feel... normal."

 

Aizawa felt his chest tighten with emotion at the genuine appreciation in his boyfriend's voice. Through their bond, he could sense how much it meant to Izuku to have this support system, to not feel judged or isolated because of their unusual circumstances.

 

"Hey, that's what family does," Mic replied warmly, and the word 'family' sent another wave of belonging through both of them. "Look out for each other, help each other figure things out. And you two... you're good together. Really good. It's nice to see Shota so happy."

 

The coffee pot finished brewing with a soft beep, and Aizawa poured himself his second generous cup of the morning, inhaling the rich aroma that promised the additional caffeine his brain was craving. But even as he focused on the simple pleasure of his morning coffee ritual, he was acutely aware of the conversation behind him, of the way Mic's easy acceptance was helping Izuku feel more secure in their relationship.

 

"He makes me happy too," Izuku said quietly, and the simple honesty in those words made Aizawa's heart skip a beat. "I never thought... I mean, I hoped eventually, but I never really believed something like this could happen."

 

"Sometimes the best things are the ones we don't see coming," Mic replied with gentle wisdom. "And sometimes what looks like a complication turns out to be exactly what we needed."

 

Aizawa turned from the coffee station, cup in hand, and caught the tail end of their conversation. The sight of his best friend and his boyfriend talking so easily, the comfortable dynamic that had developed between them, the sense of acceptance and support that surrounded all three of them, it filled him with a contentment he'd never experienced before.

 

This was what he'd been missing all these years without even knowing it. Not just a relationship, but a sense of belonging, of having people who cared about his happiness and wellbeing. People who would go out of their way to help him and Izuku navigate their complicated situation with grace and understanding.

 

"Good coffee?" Mic asked with a knowing smile as Aizawa approached with his steaming cup.

 

"Perfect," Aizawa replied, and through their bond, both he and Izuku understood that he wasn't just talking about the coffee.

 

Just then, Midnight walked into the lounge with her usual confident stride, immediately zeroing in on their little group. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she approached.

 

"Well, well, look at this cutie," she said warmly, reaching out to gently pinch Izuku's cheek, which made him flush bright red with embarrassment. Through their bond, Aizawa felt his boyfriend's flustered but pleased reaction to the affectionate attention.

 

Thankfully, Midnight didn't push the teasing too far, instead settling into easy conversation with them. "Good morning, you three. I had the most interesting night, my cat Sushi got into the treat cabinet and I came home to find him passed out in a food coma surrounded by empty packages."

 

"You have a cat?" Izuku asked excitedly, his embarrassment immediately forgotten in favor of genuine interest. "What kind? How old is he?"

 

Midnight's face lit up at his enthusiasm. "He's an orange tabby, about fifteen years old, and absolutely spoiled rotten." She pulled out her phone and began scrolling through pictures. "Look at this dramatic boy."

 

Izuku leaned forward eagerly as she showed off photo after photo of a magnificent short haired cat in various poses, sleeping in sunbeams, playing with toys, looking regal on a cat tree. His excitement was infectious, and through their bond, Aizawa felt his genuine delight at seeing the pictures.

 

"He's beautiful," Izuku said sincerely. "Look at those eyes! And that fur..."

 

As Izuku continued to gush over the cat photos, Aizawa quietly moved to start another pot of coffee brewing. While waiting for it to finish, he stepped up behind Izuku and gently wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him back against his chest in a soft, protective embrace.

 

The casual intimacy of the gesture felt natural, and through their bond, he felt Izuku's immediate contentment at being held. It was a small display of affection, but one that spoke to how comfortable they'd become with each other and with sharing their relationship with their friends.

 

As they stayed like that, Izuku warm and comfortable against him, Aizawa half listened to the conversation continuing around them. Midnight was telling more stories about Sushi's antics while Izuku asked eager questions about cat care and behavior.

 

"I've always wanted a cat," Izuku admitted wistfully, scrolling through more pictures on Midnight's phone. "But our old landlord didn't allow pets, and I was never sure I'd have enough time to take care of one properly."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt the genuine longing in those words, the way Izuku's voice carried both hope and resignation. And suddenly, without any conscious decision, his mind was already making plans.

 

'A trip to the animal shelter,' he thought, 'sometime during our four day weekend.'

 

The idea settled in his mind with perfect clarity. He'd always loved cats himself, their independence, their quiet affection, the way they could be both aloof and utterly devoted. He'd never gotten one because of his unpredictable work schedule, the long hours, the overnight patrols that kept him away from home.

 

But now things are different. Living in the dorms meant he was home much more often, had more predictable hours, more stability. And if his little love wanted a cat, if having a pet would make Izuku happy, then it was really a no brainer.

 

Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's continued wistfulness as he looked at the pictures, the careful way he was trying not to sound too hopeful about something he thought was impossible. It made Aizawa's chest tight with the desire to give him everything he wanted.

 

'Soon," Aizawa thought, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Izuku's head while his boyfriend was still distracted by cat photos. 'Very soon, you'll have your cat.'

 

The secret plan was already forming in his mind, and he found himself looking forward to the surprise almost as much as he knew Izuku would enjoy the reality.

 

Too soon and not soon enough, Aizawa's third cup of coffee was ready. Too soon because he really didn't want to let go of his kitten, the pet name that had started as a joke in his mind but was quickly becoming how he thought of Izuku more and more often. But not soon enough because coffee was one of his great loves in life.

 

He loved Izuku, he loved cats, he loved coffee, and he loved his sleep, which he rarely got enough of. In that order, though coffee was a very close second on most mornings.

 

Reluctantly, he pressed a gentle kiss to Izuku's cheek, feeling his boyfriend's warm response through their bond, before turning to grab his steaming mug.

 

The timing was perfect, because the moment he turned around with coffee in hand, All Might burst through the lounge door with his usual excessive volume and energy.

 

"GOOD MORNING, EVERYONE!" he boomed, his voice filling the entire room as he immediately zeroed in on their group. "And especially good morning to you, young Midoriya!"

 

Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's mixture of excitement and slight overwhelm at being suddenly confronted by his mentor's enthusiastic presence. All Might's energy was a lot to handle on the best of days, and this early in the morning it was particularly intense.

 

Aizawa took a long sip of his coffee, grateful he'd managed to extract himself from the embrace before becoming trapped in whatever animated conversation All Might was about to initiate. Some mornings, timing really was everything.

 

All Might strode over to their group with his characteristic enthusiasm, immediately focusing his attention on Izuku. "Young Midoriya! How are you holding up? Do you have any idea how much longer until this quirk wears off and the bond breaks?"

 

Through their connection, Aizawa felt Izuku's immediate discomfort with the question, the way his stomach seemed to drop at the suggestion that their bond was something to be endured rather than... whatever it had become between them.

 

"We don't know," Izuku replied simply, his voice carefully neutral despite the turmoil Aizawa could feel through their connection.

 

All Might's expression grew more serious. "Well, hopefully it will be soon. You need to start your day patrols again, you're about to be a limelight hero, young Midoriya! This bond situation is holding back your real training and public appearances."

 

The words hit both of them like a physical blow. Through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's sharp spike of distress, his complete lack of desire to return to the kind of hero work All Might was describing. The thought of day patrols, of public appearances, of being separated from Aizawa and forced back into the spotlight he'd never really wanted, it was everything Izuku didn't want right now.

 

Aizawa set down his coffee cup with deliberate calm and stepped forward, his voice taking on the cold, professional tone he used when someone had crossed a line.

 

"All Might," he said quietly, but with enough edge to make the older hero pause. "Midoriya's current academic and training arrangements have been personally approved by Principal Nezu. His development is proceeding exactly as planned, bond or no bond."

 

He moved slightly closer to Izuku, a protective gesture that wasn't lost on anyone in the room. "Perhaps we should let him focus on his current priorities rather than rushing him back into situations that may not align with his goals."

 

The message was clear: back off. And through their bond, Aizawa felt Izuku's overwhelming gratitude for the intervention.

 

All Might tried to regain control of the conversation, his posture straightening as he prepared to reassert his authority. "Now, Aizawa-kun, I think you're misunderstanding..."

 

"No," Aizawa cut him off firmly, his voice carrying the kind of authority that brooked no argument. "You have no say in what kind of heroism Midoriya chooses to pursue. Limelight, rescue, twilight, or underground, that's entirely up to him to decide."

 

His protective stance became more pronounced as he continued, his tone making it clear this wasn't a discussion. "Midoriya will choose his own path based on his own strengths, interests, and goals. Not based on what anyone else thinks he should be doing."

 

All Might's expression shifted, clearly not expecting such direct opposition. "Well then, young Midoriya, perhaps we should discuss this later when we can speak privately..."

 

"They will never be in private," Aizawa stated flatly, cutting off that avenue immediately. "The bond ensures that. Any conversation you have with Midoriya, I'll be part of it."

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's sharp relief at those words, the way they removed the pressure of having to face All Might's expectations alone.

 

Aizawa glanced at his watch and made a decision. "It's almost time for homeroom anyway. Come on, Midoriya."

 

He placed a gentle but firm hand on his boyfriend's back, guiding him toward the door. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku's gratitude mixing with residual anxiety from the confrontation, but also a growing sense of security knowing that Aizawa would continue to protect him from unwanted pressure.

 

As they left the teacher's lounge, Aizawa made a mental note to have a conversation with Nezu about All Might's interference. Izuku deserved to make his own choices about his future without being bulldozed by someone else's vision of what his heroism should look like.

 

Chapter 30: Ch.30

 

Aizawa led Izuku down the hallway, but before they reached his classroom, he stopped at an empty room a few doors down. He glanced around quickly to ensure they were alone, then guided his boyfriend inside and immediately pulled him into a protective embrace.

 

The moment the door closed behind them, Aizawa felt all of Izuku's carefully controlled emotions crash over him through their bond, the upset, the confusion, the deep hurt that came from being treated like his own desires and autonomy didn't matter. It was overwhelming in its intensity, and Aizawa found himself holding Izuku tighter in response.

 

"I don't understand," Izuku said quietly against his chest, his voice thick with emotion and barely controlled tears. "I knew All Might wanted me to become the next Symbol of Peace. I've known that since the beginning, since he gave me One For All. But I didn't know he would react like that when the topic of my future came up."

 

Through their bond, Aizawa could feel the way those words were tearing at Izuku, the confusion and disappointment that someone he'd looked up to for so long could be so dismissive of his feelings.

 

"It was like what I wanted didn't matter at all," Izuku continued, his voice growing smaller. "Like my opinions about my own life and career were just... obstacles to overcome. Something to work around rather than actually consider."

 

Aizawa felt his heart clench at the pain in those words, at the way Izuku's voice wavered with confusion and genuine hurt. Through their connection, he could sense how deeply this had shaken his boyfriend's faith in someone he'd always trusted and respected.

 

"But I guess..." Izuku continued, pulling back slightly to look up at him with those expressive green eyes that were now bright with unshed tears, "I never told him any different. I never said I might want something else, that I was questioning whether the Symbol of Peace path was really right for me. Maybe I should have been clearer about my doubts, maybe if I'd spoken up sooner..."

 

"No," Aizawa said firmly, cutting off that line of self-blame before it could take root. He cupped Izuku's face gently in his hands, his touch warm and grounding. When he saw the tears starting to form and threaten to spill over, he carefully wiped them away with his thumbs, his movements tender and protective.

 

"Don't blame yourself for his assumptions," Aizawa said, his voice soft but carrying absolute conviction. "You don't owe anyone a predetermined path for your life, especially not one that was decided for you before you even had a chance to figure out what you wanted."

 

He looked directly into Izuku's eyes, making sure his boyfriend could see the sincerity and love in his expression. "You can be anything you want to be, kitten. Any kind of hero, any path that calls to you, any way of helping people that feels right in your heart, that's your choice to make. No one else gets to choose for you. Not All Might."

 

He paused, his expression growing even more tender as he prepared to share something that had been on his mind. "And not me either, no matter how much I'd personally love to have you in the underground beside me."

 

The admission hung between them for a moment. Aizawa's own desire laid bare, but tempered by his absolute commitment to Izuku's autonomy and happiness. Through their bond, Izuku could feel the truth of it, the way Aizawa genuinely wanted him close but would never try to manipulate or pressure him into that choice.

 

"The underground needs people like you," Aizawa continued quietly, his thumbs still gently stroking Izuku's cheeks. "People who understand that heroism isn't about glory or recognition, but about protecting people who can't protect themselves. People who see the value in the quiet work, the behind the scenes efforts that keep society functioning."

 

He leaned forward and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to Izuku's forehead, feeling the way some of the tension left his boyfriend's body at the reassurance and unconditional support.

 

"But that's just one option among many," he murmured against his skin. "You could do rescue work, or teaching, or research, or focus on specific communities that need help. You could work internationally, or stay local, or split your time between different types of heroism. The point is, your future is yours to decide."

 

Through their bond, he felt Izuku's overwhelming gratitude and relief, the way these words were helping to ease the hurt that All Might's dismissive attitude had caused.

 

"Whatever you choose," Aizawa said, pulling back to look into his eyes again, "whatever path feels right to you, whatever makes you happy and fulfilled, I'll support you completely. Even if it means spending less time together, even if it takes you far away from here. Your happiness and your choices matter more to me than my own preferences."

 

The words were a promise, a declaration of love that went beyond romantic attachment to something deeper, a commitment to truly seeing and supporting Izuku as his own person, with his own dreams and desires that deserved to be honored and respected.

 

"But what if I don't want to be apart?" Izuku asked quietly, his voice small but hopeful. Through their bond, Aizawa felt the vulnerability in that question, the way Izuku was testing whether his desire to stay close was something he was allowed to want.

 

Aizawa's expression softened even further, and he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "If you're ever conflicted about taking a heroic position somewhere else because it would mean leaving me behind," he said gently, "then I would gladly go with you."

 

Through their connection, he felt Izuku's sharp intake of breath, the spike of hope and surprise at the offer.

 

"It doesn't matter where I patrol," Aizawa continued, his voice carrying quiet conviction. "Underground work exists everywhere, every city, every region has shadows that need watching, people who need protection from threats they never see coming. What matters to me is staying by your side, if you'll let me."

 

The admission was perhaps more vulnerable than anything he'd shared before, the acknowledgment that his priorities had fundamentally shifted, that his career and location mattered far less than being with the person he loved.

 

"I will always want you," Izuku said softly, his eyes bright with emotion and absolute certainty. "Always, Sho. Whatever path I choose, whatever I decide to do, I want you with me."

 

Aizawa felt his heart swell with warmth at those words, at the way Izuku used his first name with such tender conviction. Through their bond, they shared a moment of perfect understanding, of mutual commitment that transcended any professional considerations.

 

The school bell chose that moment to interrupt, its sharp ring cutting through their intimate conversation and reminding them both that the world was still moving around them, that they had responsibilities waiting.

 

"We should go," Aizawa said reluctantly, pressing one more gentle kiss to Izuku's forehead before reluctantly stepping back.

 

They quickly walked the rest of the way to his classroom, their hands brushing together as they moved, both of them carrying the warmth of their conversation and the promises they'd made to each other.

 

Izuku

 

Izuku settled into his usual seat, was it really his seat anymore? Well, it was for homeroom at least, to keep up appearances and listened as Sho addressed the class in his typical straightforward manner.

 

"As you all know, we have a four day weekend starting tomorrow," Sho announced, his voice carrying its usual authority. "You're expected to leave campus tomorrow night after classes end, and return Monday night after 5 PM but no later than curfew at 10 PM."

 

The reaction was immediate and enthusiastic. Kaminari let out a whoop of excitement, Mina started bouncing in her seat talking about shopping plans, and Kirishima was already discussing workout routines he could do at home. Even Bakugou looked pleased, probably already planning to show off his cooking skills to his parents.

 

The only students who didn't seem particularly excited were Shinso and Todoroki, but they were normally calmer about these things anyway. Plus, Izuku knew they already knew they were staying on campus. he'd caught enough glimpses of their growing relationship to suspect they had their own plans for the extended weekend.

 

Through his bond with Sho, Izuku could feel his teacher's amusement at the class's enthusiastic response, mixed with anticipation for their own upcoming time together. Four days with no classes, no obligations, no interruptions from well meaning but overbearing mentors.

 

Four days to simply be together and figure out what their future looked like, one conversation at a time.

 

Sho finished his announcement and then added, "You have the rest of homeroom as a free period. Don't get rowdy."

 

With that, he pulled out his famously ugly yellow sleeping bag and settled down near Izuku's desk, close enough to maintain their bond distance but not so close as to be obvious about it. Through their connection, Izuku could feel his amusement at the student's excited chatter about their weekend plans.

 

Before Izuku could properly appreciate the domestic comfort of having Sho so close, Uraraka and Iida approached his desk with curious expressions.

 

"So Deku-kun," Uraraka said, settling on the edge of his desk with her usual cheerful energy, "what are your plans for the long weekend? Are you going to visit your mom?"

 

"But wait," Iida interrupted, his hands already beginning their characteristic chopping motions as he worked through the logistics, "how would that work with your current situation? Would Aizawa-sensei have to accompany you to your family home?"

 

"Or are you going to sensei's house?" Uraraka continued, her eyes bright with curiosity. "Though that would be kind of weird, wouldn't it? I mean, staying at your teacher's place for a whole weekend..."

 

Through their bond, Izuku felt Sho's silent amusement at his classmate's well meaning but complicated questions. The irony wasn't lost on either of them, if only Uraraka and Iida knew that staying at his teacher's place was exactly what Izuku wanted to do, just not for the reasons they were imagining.

 

"We're... figuring it out," Izuku said carefully, trying to navigate the conversation without revealing too much about their actual relationship or the fact that they were planning to spend their entire weekend together in their shared dorm room.

 

The questions were innocent enough, but they highlighted just how complicated their situation appeared from the outside, and how much their friends were still thinking of them as teacher and student rather than... whatever they were becoming.

 

Fortunately, Uraraka and Iida got called over to where Tsu was sitting, apparently needing help with something, which gave Izuku a moment to breathe. But before he could fully relax, Shinso took it upon himself to slide over to Izuku's desk.

 

Rather than speaking aloud, probably because he didn't want anyone with hearing adjacent quirks overhearing. Shinso discreetly passed him a folded note. Izuku glanced around quickly before opening it, his curiosity piqued.

 

Todoroki and I may have gotten a little carried away ordering things for your weekend. Let's just say we wanted to make sure you had... options. Delivery should arrive this afternoon. You're welcome.

 

Izuku felt his face burn with embarrassment as he realized his friends had apparently taken it upon themselves to shop for them. Through their bond, he felt Sho's immediate alertness as his emotional reaction spiked, his boyfriend could sense something was happening even if he couldn't see what was causing it.

 

With slightly shaking hands, Izuku wrote back: What kind of options???

 

He passed the note back to Shinso, who read it and immediately smirked, an expression that did absolutely nothing to ease Izuku's growing anxiety about what exactly his well meaning but meddling friends had decided they needed for their long weekend together.

 

The smirk suggested that whatever they'd ordered, his friends clearly thought they were being very helpful... which was somehow more terrifying than if they'd been trying to embarrass him.

 

Shinso wrote something else down, taking his time with what appeared to be a longer message, then passed the note back. Izuku unfolded it carefully and began reading the detailed list his friend had written out.

 

Several skirts - a school girl one, one with a tail attached, lace underwear and bra, a couple collars, a couple kneeling pillows, special chocolate to set the mood and stay hard for hours, silk ribbon for being tied up, special toys (vibrators, prostate massagers, plugs, plugs with the cattail, dildos, lube, several flavors or lube, numbing cream for anal or deep throating, I ever added a Patel.), lip stain (dark red and popping pink), and a couple crop tops (some Lacey).

 

As Izuku read through each item, he felt a growing sense of anticipation, interest, and a deep seated arousal wash over him. He was hard and dripping and he could feel sho was the same. His heart was racing, but with excitement rather than embarrassment. The school girl skirt made him think about exploring different dynamics, and the one with the tail attached immediately brought back memories of the cat cafe and Sho's obvious interest in feline features.

 

The collars mentioned in the list made his pulse quicken as he remembered how good it had felt when yamada had put one on him, how right it had seemed. And the kneeling pillow... his face warmed as he thought about the peaceful moments they'd shared in that headspace, the trust and care involved. He pictured him kneeling between sho's legs, lips wrapped around his thick, juicy dick sucking, earning my milk like a good kitten.

 

Each item on the list sparked need and made him think about the possibilities for their long weekend together. His friends had clearly been paying very close attention to the subtle hints about what he and Sho might enjoy, and they'd been thorough in their selections.

 

From his position in the sleeping bag, Sho couldn't see the note, but through their bond he could feel every shift in Izuku's emotional state. The sudden spike of interest, the growing anticipation, the way his boyfriend's pulse had quickened, it was all flooding through their connection in waves, leaving Sho completely mystified about what could be causing such a strong and consistently positive reaction.

 

'What is he reading?' Sho thought, his own curiosity sharpening as he felt Izuku's continued fascination with whatever was written on that piece of paper. The emotions bleeding through their bond were complex and layered, initial surprise giving way to genuine interest, desperate arousal, excitement building with each line Izuku read, and something warmer and more intimate that made Sho's own heart rate pick up in sympathetic response and his dick twitch with interest.

 

He could feel Izuku's mind working, processing each piece of information and clearly finding it appealing rather than shocking or embarrassing. There was a sense of anticipation growing stronger by the moment, mixed with what felt like gratitude toward whoever had written the note.

 

'Whatever Shinso told him, he likes it,' Sho realized, feeling another wave of needy arousal and interest from his boyfriend. 'A lot.'

 

The intensity of Izuku's positive reaction was making it difficult for Sho to maintain his relaxed position in the sleeping bag. He wanted to know what was causing this response, wanted to understand what had his usually shy boyfriend so genuinely excited and interested. He also wanted to rub himself to see if he could make izuku come up done right here in front of everyone.

 

Izuku looked up at Shinso, who was still wearing that insufferably knowing smirk, clearly pleased with whatever reaction he was getting from Izuku's increasingly interested expression. The purple haired student looked satisfied with himself, like he'd accomplished exactly what he'd set out to do.

 

Through their bond, Sho could feel his boyfriend's growing anticipation about whatever his friends had planned, along with a warm sense of appreciation for their thoughtfulness. Whatever was on that note, it was clearly something Izuku wanted, something that excited him rather than worried him.

 

The curiosity was killing Sho, but he forced himself to remain still and patient. Whatever this was about, he'd find out soon enough when they had privacy to discuss it properly.

 

Through their bond, he could feel Sho's growing curiosity and interest about what exactly was causing such a complex mix of emotions, but thankfully his boyfriend couldn't see the note from his position in the sleeping bag.

 

When the homeroom bell rang, signaling the end of the period, Izuku quickly folded the note and tucked it away. Students began gathering back at their desks and waiting for their next teacher to come in.

 

"Come on," Sho said quietly, standing and adjusting his capture weapon. "We need to head to the teacher's lounge."

 

Izuku nodded, collecting his bag and following his boyfriend out of the classroom. As they walked through the hallways together, he could feel Sho's continued curiosity through their bond, his teacher clearly wanted to know what had caused such an interesting emotional reaction during homeroom, but was waiting until they had privacy to ask about it.

 

The anticipation of explaining Shinso's note, combined with the mental images of some of the items on that list, made Izuku's heart race as they made their way toward the teacher's lounge.

 

Chapter 31: Ch.31

Teacher's lounge 

 

Aizawa sank into the far end of the couch with a low exhale, the teacher’s lounge blessedly quiet for once. He didn’t say anything as Izuku followed the gentle tug of the invisible chain and dropped down beside him, close enough that their arms brushed.

 

Izuku leaned in naturally, resting against Aizawa’s side like it was the most obvious place for him to be. And maybe it was. The bond between them hummed low and steady, calm, warm, content. But beneath that was something else. A flicker of anticipation. A blush of flustered excitement. Aizawa’s brow ticked up.

 

“What did he do?” he asked under his breath, just loud enough for Izuku to hear.

 

Izuku only gave him a wide eyed look and a small, guilty smile. Before he could press further, a familiar voice piped up behind the couch: “Ah, perfect timing!”

 

Aizawa tilted his head back with a tired sigh to see Nezu perched on the armrest, a folder tucked neatly under one paw.

 

“Don’t sneak up on people,” Aizawa muttered, glaring half heartedly.

 

“Oh, I didn’t sneak,” Nezu replied brightly. “You were just distracted. Besides, I'm only here for a moment.”

 

He turned his focus to Izuku, tail twitching as he offered the folder. “These are your self paced lesson plans for the next week. We’ll start private lessons when and if the quirk lifts. But for now, feel free to work through these when you’re able.”

 

Izuku straightened slightly and took the folder with both hands. “Thank you, nezu-sensei.”

 

Nezu smiled. “No rush. I know things are... a bit complicated right now.” He gave the invisible chain between their wrists a knowing glance before hopping lightly to the floor. “I’ll leave you to your break, then.”

 

Aizawa stared after him a beat, then sighed and leaned further into the couch cushions. Izuku was quiet beside him, but the emotional thread between them was flaring again, buzzing with arousal and amusement.

Aizawa didn’t need to ask. “What did he do.”

 

Izuku shifted, burying his face against Aizawa’s sleeve. Through the bond, Aizawa felt the thoughts he was trying not to have: skirts. Chocolate. And.... 'Oh. That kind of order.'

 

He narrowed his eyes. “Did he buy something that’s going to get him banned from dorm deliveries?”

 

Izuku made a muffled noise. “maybe.”

 

Aizawa let the silence stretch for a moment, Izuku still tucked against his side, warm and quietly flustered. The bond buzzed with anticipation and an almost fizzy excitement, emotions curling like steam against the edge of Aizawa’s thoughts. He sighed, not unkindly, and angled his head just enough to murmur, “Let me see the note.”

 

Izuku tensed slightly, then peeked up at him with wide eyes. “Do I have to?”

 

“Yes,” Aizawa said flatly, holding out his hand. “If it’s going to show up at my door, I get to know what it is.”

 

With a reluctant little whine, Izuku reached into his bag and fished out a folded piece of notebook paper. He hesitated, then passed it over without meeting Aizawa’s eyes. Aizawa took it calmly and unfolded the paper, already bracing himself.

 

The handwriting was clearly Shinso’s, 

 

Todoroki and I may have gotten a little carried away ordering things for your weekend. Let's just say we wanted to make sure you had... options. Delivery should arrive this afternoon. You're welcome.

 

What kind of options???

 

Several skirts - a school girl one, one with a tail attached, lace underwear and bra, a couple collars, a couple kneeling pillows, special chocolate to set the mood and stay hard for hours, silk ribbon for being tied up, special toys (vibrators, prostate massagers, plugs, plugs with the cattail, dildos, lube, several flavors or lube, numbing cream for anal or deep throating, I ever added a Patel.), lip stain (dark red and popping pink), and a couple crop tops (some Lacey).

 

Aizawa stared at the paper for a long moment. Then he slowly folded it, tucked it neatly into his pocket, and said in a very even tone, “He better be lucky he’s my protege... and you’re my pretty kitten. Plus I'm very interested in seeing you in lace.” aizawa whipped in izuku's ear.

 

Izuku let out a high pitched squeak that he tried and failed to cover with a cough. His face was red to the tips of his ears. Aizawa turned back to the couch cushions and let his head rest against the back, expression unreadable.

 

“…Also, tell him if I get even one glitter sticker in the mail next time, he’s doing midnight training with Cementoss.”

 

“…Yes, sir.”

 

A moment passed.

 

“…Should I be worried about the chocolate? I wouldn't mind trying it but we both have extremely high sex drives already. Plus we haven't gone that far yet and it could push us to go faster than we want.” Aizawa asked dryly.

 

Izuku made a strangled sound and promptly buried his face back into Aizawa’s shirt. The bond pulsed with heat, an ache to be filled, desperate arousal, and affection.  Aizawa allowed himself a small, knowing smirk. Aizawa sat still for a moment longer, fingers drumming once against the armrest.

 

The bond between them pulsed with soft, steady warmth, Izuku was flustered, sure, but settled. And more than that, comfortable. The weight of that trust wasn’t something Aizawa would ever take lightly. He sighed, made a decision, and stood. Izuku blinked at him in confusion, right before Aizawa turned and casually scooped him up bridal style like he weighed nothing at all.

 

“Sh Sho!” Izuku yelped, arms flailing before instinctively wrapping around Aizawa’s shoulders, his legs drawing in close to avoid dropping anything. His face went crimson. “Wha what are you doing?”

 

“I want quiet,” Aizawa said, tone even as he started walking. “And you’re warm.”

 

Izuku made a strangled sound and clutched the folder of lesson plans tighter to his chest. “You can’t just...! You can’t just pick me up like that!”

 

“I just did.”

 

“That’s not the point!”

 

“It’s exactly the point. Now be a good boy,” Aizawa murmured, not slowing his stride.

 

He nudged open the door to his office with his foot and carried them both inside. The space wasn’t anything fancy, but it was his, calm and lived in. The desk was pushed against the far wall, papers in neat stacks, and a small bookshelf nearby held a mix of lesson materials and a few well worn novels. A deep armchair rested beside it, along with a low coffee table and a giant, flattened bean bag off to the side. The couch, though old and slightly sunken in the middle, was reliably the warmest seat in the room.

 

He made his way straight for it and sat down with a long, grounding exhale, adjusting his grip to keep Izuku steady in his lap. The boy was still blushing furiously, clinging to the folder like it was a shield. Aizawa didn’t release him. Instead, he leaned back and let his arms settle firmly around Izuku’s waist, his eyes sliding closed.

 

“You’re...” Izuku began, voice high and breathless.

 

“Comfortable,” Aizawa replied flatly. “And quiet. So I win.”

 

Izuku groaned but didn’t argue. He looked down at the table in front of them, then glanced at the folder in his hands. His face scrunched in mild frustration, clearly realizing that while the lap was warm and nice, it wasn’t convenient. With a soft huff, Izuku shifted, first scooting to one side, then twisting slightly, trying to get one knee up without jabbing Aizawa in the ribs.

 

“Do you have to move that much?” Aizawa asked, eyes still shut but one brow lifting faintly.

 

“I’m trying to work!” Izuku hissed, cheeks pink but determined. “Unless you want me to elbow you in the stomach, I need to move a little.”

 

“Fine. But if I end up with a pencil in my kidney, I’m making you write apology essays.”

 

Izuku made a noise that was half laugh, half grumble as he shifted again, finally finding a position that worked: one leg draped across Aizawa’s thighs, the other bent at an angle beside him with his foot propped near the edge of the coffee table. He rested the folder against his knees, fished a pen from his bag, and began working, still nestled securely in Aizawa’s lap. The problem was that it rubbed their simi hard dicks together causing them both to moan. Aizawa tightened his grip on izuku and thrusted up causing more friction. 

 

Aizawa exhaled again, pleased. “Be a good boy and set still or I will keep going and if I keep going you're getting punished tonight.”

 

“okay sir ,” Izuku murmured breathless, a spike of arousal at the word punishment, already scanning through the first worksheet. “I’ve got this.”

 

“Good boy,” Aizawa muttered, voice starting to soften with fatigue. “You do the work, I’ll do the napping.”

 

“Figures,” Izuku teased under his breath.

 

But the bond between them pulsed warm and golden, like quiet laughter, like the feeling of sunlight through the window. Close. Steady. Safe. Aizawa let himself lean back fully now, head tipping against the back of the couch. One arm remained wrapped around Izuku’s waist, not tight, just present. They had forty minutes until the next class.

 

 

Lunch

 

They were already back in the teacher's lounge by the time lunch officially started.

Izuku had settled beside him on the couch again, close but composed, legs tucked neatly beneath the coffee table as he straightened his self paced work into a tidy stack. Aizawa sat back with one arm resting along the back of the couch, head tilted slightly in Izuku’s direction.

 

The bond between them buzzed soft and warm, quiet, content. Familiar. He didn’t need to say anything to make his boyfriend feel at ease. Their silence was speaking well enough. The door creaked open a moment later with zero subtlety and all the dramatic flair Aizawa had come to expect.

 

“I bring gifts!” Hizashi called as he stepped in, balancing a food carrier in one hand and kicking the door shut with his foot. “Beautiful, hot, lovingly packed bento gifts.”

 

Aizawa arched a brow. “Took you long enough.”

 

“I got stopped by three first years who were arguing about whether ‘snowball’ counts as a compound word,” Hizashi said as he crossed the room toward them. “One of them thought it only counts if both words are nouns. I had to launch into a full on grammar breakdown in the hallway.”

 

Izuku coughed and flushed immediately, gaze darting to the bento boxes being set on the coffee table.

 

“Three lunches,” Hizashi announced proudly, crouching to unpack them. “One shrimp ramen for Sho, one with extra tamagoyaki and no radish for our sweet cutie pie, and one, obviously perfect, for me.”

 

He paused dramatically, then added with a wink, “Perfect for the adorable boyfriends.”

 

Izuku turned a deeper shade of pink but didn’t object, just gave a flustered smile and quietly took his lunch. Aizawa rolled his eyes but didn’t argue either. He hummed his approval and reached for the noodle box, the smell already waking up his senses.

 

They settled into a rhythm without needing to speak, zashi in the chair across from them, Izuku cross legged beside him, and Aizawa half reclined with his lunch in hand. The bond stayed steady between him and Izuku, a low thrum of affection and calm, and Aizawa let himself relax into it.

 

Halfway through the meal, he shifted slightly and let his hand rest on Izuku’s knee under the table. No pressure, no intention behind it. Just contact. Just presence. Izuku looked at him, surprised for half a second, and then smiled. Bright and real and so open it almost hurts. The bond flared with soft joy in response. Across from them, Hizashi froze dramatically with a piece of pickled plum halfway to his mouth.

 

“Oh my god,” he said. “You two are ridiculously cute. I’m going to combust.”

 

“Combust quietly,” Aizawa muttered, not looking up. “I’m eating.”

 

Hizashi snorted but said nothing more, and for a few peaceful minutes, the only sounds were the clink of chopsticks and the steady hum of something unspoken but strong between all three of them. Just as Aizawa was finishing the last few bites of his ramen, chopsticks resting lazily in one hand, Hizashi perked up like a thought had just smacked him between the eyes.

 

“Oh! Meant to tell you...” he said, brushing his hands together and sitting forward in his chair. “I’m moving into the downstairs dorm room in the 1A building tomorrow morning.”

 

Aizawa didn’t react much. He’d already known it was happening. Nezu had approved it earlier in the week, said it made sense with Hizashi helping supervise and keep an eye on the couple of students staying behind during the break. Still, it was good to hear the confirmation straight from him. Izuku glanced up, curious, as Hizashi continued.

 

“Figured it’s better to already be on site when the kids head out,” Hizashi said with a shrug. “Shinso and Todoroki will still be in the dorms, and considering recent... extracurriculars” he gave Izuku a heated look “Nezu thought someone should be close by in case either of them needs something.”

 

Izuku turned a little pink but didn’t look away. He knew their arrangement and was excited to feel more. The bond between him and Aizawa pulsed faintly, warm, aroused, and appreciative.

 

“Nezu already told me,” Hizashi added, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “Said it counts as mentoring hours or something official sounding. I just want to make sure those two don’t burn the building down with good intentions.”

 

“And if someone tries another delivery stunt?” Aizawa asked dryly, though his tone was mild.

 

“I make them alphabetize my entire record collection,” Hizashi said, absolutely serious. “And organize my sock drawer. And if Shinso really wants to suffer, I’ll make him proofread my next lecture notes.”

 

Izuku snorted into his rice, nearly choking. Aizawa offered him a slow, steady pat on the back.

 

Hizashi beamed. “So yeah. I’ll be right downstairs. Snacks included.”

 

The air stayed light as they finished eating. Aizawa leaned back a little more, glancing between his partner and his boyfriend, feeling the quiet hum of connection through the bond.

 

Chapter 32: Ch.32

1a dorm

 

By the time the final bell rang and students spilled out of classrooms for the day, the building practically buzzed with the promise of a four day weekend. Aizawa had no intention of lingering, his plan was to retreat somewhere quiet, let the noise of the day bleed off in silence.

 

Until the bond tugged. Not physically, though the invisible chain between their wrists still limited distance but emotionally. Izuku was practically vibrating with excitement, a quiet undercurrent of hope blooming in his chest. It wasn’t a plea. It wasn’t even a question. It was just... there, wrapped in warmth and anticipation.

 

Aizawa paused outside the 1A dorms, the sunset brushing gold across the windows. He sighed softly. He would do anything to make Izuku happy. So he stayed.

 

Which was how he ended up hours later, sitting stiffly on one of the 1A dorm lounge couches, arms crossed, surrounded by shrieking 16 year olds and a soundtrack of chaotic pop music. Izuku was curled beside him, eyes sparkling, laughter bubbling just under his breath. The bond between them buzzed, bright, content, and thrilled. It grounded Aizawa more than he expected.

 

“Okay, new rule!” Mina called out, bouncing into the center of the room. “Three truths, three dares, all anonymous. You draw, you do it. Or you show someone a secret from your phone!”

 

“Rude!” Kaminari shouted. “That’s, like, personal torture.”

 

“Exactly.” Mina grinned, eyes alight. “Now pick your poison!”

 

The bowls, one labeled TRUTH, the other DARE, were already filled with folded slips of paper. Aizawa wasn’t sure who started it. Probably Kaminari. Definitely endorsed by Mina. Either way, the game had escalated fast.

 

The truths were nosy and dangerous: Have you ever had a dirty dream about someone in this room? What’s your biggest insecurity? Who was your first kiss? Do you have a crush on someone here, yes or no? The dares? Even worse.

 

Jirou had been dared to serenade the group in a sultry voice while sitting in Kaminari’s lap. Iida had done three handstands across the room and almost kicked Sero in the head. Yaoyorozu had to take off her socks and try to eat pudding using only her feet.

 

Kirishima drew a dare and had to let someone else draw abs on his stomach in permanent marker. He picked Sero. Sero did not hold back.

 

“Look at these masterpiece gains,” he said proudly, showing everyone the six-pack labeled ROCK ZONE.

 

But the real shift happened when Todoroki drew a truth.

 

“Have you ever fantasized about someone in this room?”

 

Todoroki blinked slowly at the paper. Then he looked directly at Izuku. The room went silent.

 

Izuku’s breath hitched, Aizawa felt it, a sharp flutter of shock and nervous energy flashing through the bond. Aizawa’s jaw twitched. Todoroki folded the slip, set it aside, and said nothing else. Just calmly drank his juice. The air in the room buzzed.

 

Mina definitely whispered, “Oh no he didn’t,” to Sero.

 

Then it was Izuku’s turn. He drew a dare, opened it and flushed almost instantly.

 

“I have to... sit in someone’s lap of my choice for five minutes,” he mumbled.

 

Several people whooped. Aizawa felt half the room hold their breath. Izuku stood, clutching the paper, red down to his collar and sat squarely in Aizawa’s lap like it was always meant to be his seat.

 

Dead silence. Aizawa blinked. “You could’ve passed.”

 

Izuku, still pink, looked up at him with a faint grin. “We could’ve gone upstairs.”

 

That made Aizawa huff softly. He wrapped one arm around Izuku’s waist and settled back like it was nothing. The bond sparked, flustered joy and quiet satisfaction washing through both of them.

 

Someone whistled.

 

“Okay, but like.. wow,” Kaminari said, blinking wide eyed.

 

Jirou rolled her eyes. “Bold of you to act surprised.”

 

Todoroki, face unreadable, reached for another slip. Dare.

 

“Take off your shirt and stay that way until your next turn,” he read aloud.

 

He stripped the uniform shirt clean off and dropped it over the back of the couch. Izuku squeaked. Aizawa didn’t move, but his arm tightened minutely around Izuku’s waist. Not possessive. Just present. Still, his voice dropped low, only for Izuku.

 

“He’s lucky I like him and he's a good student.”

 

Izuku pressed a fist to his mouth to muffle the noise he made. The bond between them burned bright, flushed, tangled, affectionate. This night was utter chaos. And still... Aizawa wouldn’t trade it for anything.

 

The game didn’t slow down. If anything, it evolved, drifting steadily from innocent chaos into something that blurred the line between teenage hilarity and borderline scandalous.

 

Aizawa remained where he was, lounging stiff backed on the worn lounge couch of the 1A dorm common room, Izuku curled neatly in his lap. The bond between them pulsed steady and warm, flaring with each round of laughter, each dare more unhinged than the last. He could feel every subtle shift in Izuku’s emotions, his flustered excitement, his curiosity, the occasional thrum of secondhand embarrassment. Beneath it all was something quieter but no less persistent: joy.

 

Pure, youthful joy. And it kept Aizawa still. Kept him from muttering something scathing and retreating upstairs with the excuse of paperwork or sleep. He didn’t want to pull Izuku from it. He didn’t want to be the reason that joy dimmed, even a little.

 

“Okay, okay, Shinso, your turn!” Kaminari called, already halfway through his third soda, eyes glittering with mischief. “Dare! Dare!”

 

Shinso, who had been watching the chaos unfold with his usual level of barely veiled amusement, leaned forward and drew a slip without a word. His eyes flicked down. His brow twitched. Aizawa watched, head tilting just slightly.

 

Shinso stood.

 

He crossed the room.

 

Stopped in front of Todoroki.

 

The entire dorm held its breath.

 

“It says ‘make out with someone of your choice,’” Shinso said, voice even.

 

Todoroki didn’t flinch. “Understood.”

 

And just like that, they leaned in. The kiss started simple, nothing more than a press of their mouths. But then Shinso’s hand lifted, fingers brushing the pale line of Todoroki’s jaw, and Todoroki tilted his head. Their lips parted and met again, deeper this time.

 

Someone, probably Kaminari, let out a squeak. Mina squealed. Jirou choked on popcorn. Sero muttered something like “holy hell.”

 

In Aizawa’s lap, Izuku froze, then flushed deeply, face buried in his hands. The bond buzzed with embarrassment, surprise, and a frankly startling dose of curiosity.

 

Aizawa didn’t even try to hide the sigh he released through his nose.

 

“This is getting out of hand.”

 

“Since when was it in hand?” Izuku whispered back.

 

Next was Mina. She strutted up to the bowl in a theatrical swirl of pink energy, drew a slip, and laughed loud and unrepentantly.

 

“‘Kiss someone like they’re your soulmate.’ Oh, you poor fools.”

 

Mina turned. Stalked over to Yaoyorozu, who immediately froze And then Mina swept her into a full dip, placed one hand dramatically on Momo’s back, and began kissing her slowly, from forehead, to nose, to cheek, then hovered just over her lips before giving her a loud, obnoxious kiss on the tip of her nose.

 

“Perfection,” she announced.

 

Yaoyorozu looked stunned. Kirishima clapped. Jirou looked like she was witnessing the birth of chaos incarnate.

 

Then came Kaminari. He grinned, grabbed a dare, and bellowed dramatically, “Confess your love to the person closest to you!”

 

He spun on Jirou.

 

“Oh Jirou,” he said, flinging himself to his knees. “Ever since you called me an idiot at the beginning of the year, I knew my heart would never recover. Your sarcasm is my salvation. Step on my dignity and call it love.”

 

Jirou hit him square in the face with a throw pillow, ears scarlet.

 

“Stop making it weird!” she yelped.

 

“I WAS BORN WEIRD!”

 

Then Bakugou stepped up. The room immediately hushed. No one dared to joke. A few people subtly leaned away. He grabbed a dare. Read it.

 

“Say something sweet and sincere to someone in the room.”

 

A pause. A heavy one. Everyone braced for either an explosion or a refusal. Bakugou rolled his eyes. Turned toward Kirishima. “You’re the only one here who doesn’t annoy me. I’d die for you, maybe. So don’t be dumb and get yourself killed.”

 

Kirishima looked like someone had handed him a national treasure.

 

“Bro,” he whispered, eyes glassy. “That was the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

 

“Shut up before I take it back.”

 

Then it was Iida’s turn. He drew a truth. Straightened his spine.

 

“‘Have you ever cheated on a test?’” he read, pale.

 

The room was silent.

 

“I MISPLACED A DECIMAL POINT ONCE DURING A QUIRK APPLICATION FORMULA QUIZ AND DID NOT CORRECT IT WHEN I REALIZED!” he confessed, red to his ears. “I HAVE LIVED WITH THAT SHAME.”

 

Even Aizawa smirked at that. Next came Uraraka. She picked truth as well.

 

Her paper read: “Who in this room would you trust to take care of you if you were sick?”

 

She smiled, soft and sure. “Tsuyu. Or Deku.”

 

Izuku sat up slightly in surprise, then beamed. The bond flared with soft gratitude, glowing like a warm stove in his chest. Aizawa’s gaze lingered on him. On the way Izuku tilted instinctively toward kindness. Toward connection. Then Izuku turned his head to meet Aizawa’s eyes.

 

“Your class is insane,” he murmured, barely loud enough to hear.

 

“They were your class until a couple days ago,” Aizawa replied flatly.

 

Izuku grinned. “Yeah. Lucky me.”

 

The bond pulsed again, low and deep and golden And all Aizawa could think was: Yeah. Lucky me, too.

 

The game’s final round had taken on a near mythical level of energy. No one was sitting still anymore; some had taken to sprawling across couches or perching on the backs of them like goblins. Snacks were long forgotten. The bowls of folded dares and truths were half empty, a silent warning that the chaos was nearing its peak.

 

Koda, Sato, and Shoji all pulled truths. Mercifully tame ones.

 

Koda admitted he talked to birds more easily than humans and sometimes let them perch on his shoulders during late night walks. Sato confessed he once cried watching a baking show elimination. Shoji, ever quiet, simply said, “I used to sneak stray cats into the dorms. They liked fish jerky.” No one questioned it. A few nodded in solidarity.

 

Then it was Izuku’s turn. He reached into the dare bowl and unfolded the paper. His expression morphed instantly, wide eyes, a deep flush spreading fast, but a bright flicker behind it. A pulse of excitement that Aizawa felt through the bond like a sudden spark.

 

“What is it?” Aizawa asked, already resigned.

 

“I have to…” Izuku held up the slip like it might combust. “‘Eat whatever combo Kaminari makes from the fridge.’”

 

A collective groan filled the room.

 

“YES,” Kaminari whooped, leaping to his feet. “MY TIME HAS COME.”

 

“Please go easy on me,” Izuku begged, though the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his anticipation more than dread.

 

Kaminari winked. “No promises, my prince.”

 

Ten minutes later, Izuku was holding a bowl that looked like it had come out of a punishment anime. Inside was a half melted cupcake, three pickle slices, mustard, two anchovies, leftover curry rice, whipped cream, and a single hot dog bun soaking in soy sauce and something neon orange. It smelled...sentient.

 

Izuku stared at it in silent betrayal.

 

“You’re allowed to pass,” Aizawa offered, low and deadpan.

 

Izuku squared his shoulders like he was marching into war. “I I’ve survived worse.”

 

The room erupted in cheers and chants of “DEKU! DEKU!”

 

Izuku closed his eyes. Took one bite. And immediately gagged. He slapped the bowl on the coffee table and collapsed backward into Aizawa’s lap with a muffled groan. “I regret... everything.”

 

“You should,” Aizawa muttered, gently patting his shoulder. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

 

“I can hear you,” Izuku mumbled into his sleeve.

 

Then Kaminari took center stage again, visibly vibrating with anticipation. He reached into the dare bowl and screamed with delight.

 

“YES. I HAVE TO WEAR THE PIKACHU CHEERLEADING OUTFIT UNTIL THE GAME ENDS.”

 

Sero and Kirishima burst into laughter.

 

“Wait, you still have that?” Kirishima asked Mina, who was already halfway up the stairs.

 

“Of course I do!” she shouted back. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t keep evidence?”

 

She returned a few minutes later with a suspiciously well maintained cheer outfit: bright yellow with black lightning stripes, a mini skirt, matching top, pom poms, and the piece de resistance, Pikachu ears on a headband. Kaminari disappeared behind a held up blanket and re emerged doing high kicks.

 

“Pika Pika, bitches!” he yelled.

 

Half the room collapsed into laughter. Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something about expulsion.

 

And then it was his turn. Aizawa hadn’t drawn a slip all night. He had played referee, kept one arm around Izuku, and endured this cursed chaos with practiced patience. But apparently, he wasn’t immune. He reached into the bowl, slow, cautious, already regretting it and unfolded the dare.

 

Read it once.

 

Paused.

 

Read it again.

 

Stared blankly at the paper like it had offended his ancestors.

 

“What is it?” Izuku asked, sitting up slightly, face glowing with a blush but not from embarrassment.

 

There was excitement humming through him, like he’d just won the lottery. The bond between them pulsed with anticipation, warmth, and a slightly giddy sense of oh yes, please.

 

Aizawa’s lips twitched. “It says… ‘Give someone a hickey.’”

 

The silence was immediate. And total. Then Shinso broke. He didn’t laugh. He cackled. Bent forward wheezing, knees bouncing as he gripped the edge of the couch for support.

 

Todoroki’s eyebrow rose in idle amusement. “Rules say no skipping.”

 

“I’m not doing that,” Aizawa said flatly, eyes still locked on the slip like he could incinerate it with willpower alone.

 

“Oh, come on,” Mina whined dramatically. “You’re sitting in his lap. That’s, like, fate.”

 

Izuku leaned into him slightly, face warm, eyes wide but steady. There was no panic. No fear. Just a very visible, very earnest anticipation.

 

"Even I did mine,” Kaminari chirped, mid cartwheel in his Pikachu skirt.

 

Shinso wiped a tear from his eye. “Sensei, you can’t not do it. That’s cheating.”

 

“Peer pressure isn’t a good look,” Aizawa warned.

 

“Neither is cowardice,” Todoroki offered, so casually it somehow cut worse.

 

A chorus of chants rose: “DO IT. DO IT. DO IT.”

 

Aizawa sighed. Deep and eternal.

 

He turned to Izuku, who was clearly trying to stay calm, but the flutter of nerves was overrun by affection. His cheeks were pink, but his smile was real and hopeful.

 

“You okay?” Aizawa asked, voice low.

 

Izuku nodded. “Yeah. I mean, it’s you.”

 

Aizawa’s lips quirked. His hand moved to cradle Izuku’s jaw gently.

 

“Close your eyes.”

 

Izuku did. Aizawa leaned in, pressing his lips softly to the spot just beneath Izuku’s ear. The skin was warm and inviting, tingling under his touch. He lingered, let his breath ghost over flushed skin, then nipped gently, just once before sucking slow and steady. He could feel how turned on izuku was getting. Aizawa licked izuku's skin, nipped and sucked hard craving more.

 

Izuku let out a quiet sound, half breath, half hum. As soon as aizawa nipped at his neck izuku let out a breathy, moan he couldn't he couldn't hold back. The bond between them sang, electric with connection, trust, and desire held carefully in check.

 

When Aizawa pulled back, the blooming hickey was already visible. And the entire dorm? Exploded.

 

Mina shrieked. Jirou dropped her drink. Kaminari face planted into a beanbag yelling “ICONIC!”

 

“That’s it!” Mina gasped. “Game over. I am out. I can’t top that!”

 

“Best game night ever,” Shinso said with mock solemnity, wiping his eyes.

 

Aizawa leaned back, Izuku still tucked firmly in his lap, glowing and quiet and so very, very pleased. The hickey on his neck stood out like a trophy. The game was over. The snacks were demolished. The dares had been suffered. But Aizawa? He’d never been more glad he stayed.

 

Chapter 33: Ch.33

The moment Mina declared the game officially over, the dorm broke into scattered laughter and lazy chatter, students flopping onto furniture like they'd just survived a war. Pillows littered the floor. Someone’s half finished soda rolled under the couch.

 

Aizawa didn’t wait long.

 

Still seated, he shifted his weight slightly, his hand resting steady at Izuku’s waist. Then, with practiced grace, he stood, lifting Izuku briefly with him before the younger’s feet found the floor again. The bond between them pulsed with lingering heat and curiosity, still humming from the chaos of the night.

 

“Midoriya,” Aizawa said, low but firm. “Let’s go.”

 

Izuku blinked up at him, breath still a little uneven, his hickey on full display. “Where to?”

 

Before Aizawa could answer, Shinso’s voice cut in from where he was lazily sprawled across the couch arm, arms folded and smug as ever.

 

“To get your gift, obviously,” he said, tone dry but not unkind. “It’s in my dorm room. Big shiny bag. Handle with care.”

 

Izuku turned a shade redder, eyes lighting up in curiosity.

 

Aizawa arched a brow at Shinso, who merely offered a shrug and a smirk.

 

“You helped put this together?” Aizawa asked.

 

Shinso only grinned. “Let’s just say... I had ideas. Todoroki had access to shipping speed and no shame.”

 

Aizawa sighed, long suffering.

 

“Come on,” he muttered, turning toward the hallway. “Might as well get it over with.”

 

He didn’t say anything else as they slipped into the corridor, the sounds of laughter behind them fading into the quiet of the dorm. The hall was dimly lit and peaceful, broken only by the soft tap of footsteps and the invisible tether humming faintly between their wrists.

 

Izuku was practically radiating anticipation. Through the bond, Aizawa could feel it in waves, excitement, curling bright and fast under his skin. Curiosity, intense and unchecked. And warm, coiled arousal building like heat under the surface.

 

Aizawa would never admit he felt it too.

 

They reached Shinso’s door. It was unlocked, predictably, and Aizawa stepped in first. There, set neatly on the edge of Shinso’s desk like some kind of prize, was the gift bag. Big. Metallic silver. Tied with a gold ribbon. Innocent in appearance, deceptively so.

 

Izuku lingered just behind him, buzzing with energy. Aizawa crouched down in front of it and inspected the bag like it might bite. “This looks... excessive.”

 

“It’s heavy,” Izuku murmured. “Should we open it here?”

 

Aizawa straightened with the bag in hand and gave a slow shake of his head. “No. Upstairs.”

 

He didn’t miss the flicker of something intense in Izuku’s expression at that, something that tightened the bond between them, made it thrum with hotter energy.

 

They stepped back out into the hallway, quiet and empty now, and made their way up the dorm stairs. Every step heightened the anticipation threading between them, thick and warm and pulling them closer.

 

By the time they reached their shared dorm room, Aizawa’s fingers were curled just a little too tightly around the bag handles. He didn’t let go until the door shut quietly behind them.

 

 

Aizawa set the silver bag on the table in front of the couch and sat down with a quiet breath, his usual posture half lounged, arm draped along the backrest. He looked over at Izuku without saying a word.

 

Izuku stood for a second longer, staring at the bag like it might open on its own if he gave it enough time.

 

Then he sat too, knees brushing Aizawa’s, green eyes flicking up once to meet his before looking down again with pink blooming across his cheeks.

 

Aizawa nudged the bag slightly toward him.

 

“Let’s see what kind of disaster my students decided we needed,” he said, voice dry, but softer than usual.

 

Izuku let out a short breath that almost counted as a laugh and reached forward. He pulled the gold ribbon loose carefully, almost reverently, then spread the bag open with both hands.

 

A pause.

 

He peered inside.

 

And immediately turned bright red.

 

“What is it?” Aizawa asked, even though he could feel the answer unspooling through the bond already: shock, nervous delight, embarrassment, and a rising thrill.

 

Izuku slowly pulled out the first item, a carefully folded, mid thigh black skirt with soft pleats and decorative silver buckles on each side. Quality fabric. Flexible waistband. Tastefully edgy.

 

“They guessed my size?” Izuku asked, more to himself than Aizawa, voice a little strangled.

 

“They didn’t guess,” Aizawa muttered, eyeing the skirt. “Todoroki’s too precise for that. I’d bet he measured your uniforms.”

 

Izuku made a small, overwhelmed noise in the back of his throat and set the skirt down gently, like it was sacred.

 

Next came a deep green blouse, soft satin with black lace trim at the sleeves and collar. Feminine. Stylish. A little flirty. It shimmered faintly under the room’s lamp.

 

Izuku blinked at it, wide eyed. “I’ve… I’ve seen this online. This brand’s expensive.”

 

“They probably used Todoroki’s account,” Aizawa said, deadpan.

 

Then came the accessories: sheer black tights, delicate garter clips tucked in a tiny mesh pouch, black lacie panties and thigh high socks with little silver stars woven near the top. Izuku’s fingers trembled as he lifted each piece. Not from fear. From feeling.

 

The bond surged with something stronger. Deeper. Desire. Want. The quiet hum of being seen.

 

Aizawa swallowed thickly but said nothing yet.

 

Then Izuku’s hand brushed something rectangular.

 

He pulled out a flat black box, sleek, minimal, and clearly upscale. A small gold sticker on the lid read: Chocolat d’Éveil.

 

“Specialty chocolate?” Izuku asked, holding it up. “Why is it... fancy?”

 

Aizawa peered at the label. “Infused. Probably some aphrodisiac blend.”

 

Izuku blushed to his ears. “Of course it is.”

 

The next box made him pause. It was smaller, sturdier, unmarked but Aizawa knew it immediately. His gaze narrowed slightly.

 

Izuku opened them slowly, then slammed them shut with a squeak, one at a time. “Um.”

 

“Let me guess,” Aizawa said. “Something battery powered?”

 

Izuku coughed. “Somethings... rechargeable.”

 

The box's was quickly added to the pile with trembling hands and flushed ears.

 

Then came the last item, at least, what should have been the last item. A sleek glass bottle of unscented massage oil, corked and sealed with black wax, with a ribbon wrapped around its neck like a bowtie.

 

Izuku reached again, just to make sure they’d gotten everything... And stopped. Nestled at the bottom of the bag was a matte black gift box, tied with a red string and a little silver bell taped to the top.

 

They both stared at it.

 

Izuku reached for it like it might vanish.

 

He opened it slowly, cautiously.

 

Inside were two collars, both black leather. Both adjustable. Both undeniably intentional.

 

Beneath the collars was a folded black crop top, short, fitted, the fabric sleek and stretchy. And paired with it: a matching black mini skirt, even shorter than the first, with lace trim and a small ribbon tied loop at the waistband.

 

Attached to that loop?

 

A black cat tail.

 

Detachable. Flexible. Clearly meant to sway with every step.

 

Izuku went absolutely still.

 

Aizawa... did not speak.

 

But the bond between them sang with stunned silence, flustered heat, and rising arousal. Not just lust. Not just that. It was layered with emotion, trust, playfulness, vulnerability, invitation.

 

Izuku stared at the tail in his lap, mouth slightly open, breath soft and uneven. His hand hovered over it before he looked up at Aizawa, face crimson, pupils wide.

 

“I don’t even know what to say,” he breathed.

 

Aizawa leaned back on the couch, one hand coming up to rub the bridge of his nose slowly.

 

“I do,” he said.

 

Izuku blinked at him.

 

“They really went all out,” Aizawa muttered.

 

Izuku laughed, shaky, giddy, and the bond between them shimmered. Because somehow, despite the ridiculousness, despite the embarrassment, this? This mattered.

 

It was a gift, yes. But it was also a mirror. A message. A confirmation that Izuku was allowed to want, to play, to explore, to be bold and soft and curious all at once.

 

Aizawa watched as Izuku stared down at the crop top and mini skirt with the cat tail attached, fingers lightly brushing the edge of the fabric like it might disappear if he pressed too hard. His breath was quiet, barely there. The flush in his cheeks ran hot all the way down to the curve of his throat.

 

Then, with a movement so slow and gentle it barely registered at first, Izuku pulled the outfit to his chest and hugged it close. Not with shame. Not with hesitation.

 

With care.

 

And in the smallest voice Aizawa had ever heard him use, raw, honest, trembling only from the weight of hope, Izuku whispered, “I want to try it on.”

 

Aizawa blinked once.

 

He didn’t speak. Didn’t tease. Didn’t question it.

 

He simply nodded.

 

And stood.

 

He held out a hand without comment. Izuku took it without hesitation.

 

They moved together, across the room, quiet steps on warm flooring, until they reached the bathroom. Aizawa stopped there, just outside the door, and let go of his hand.

 

“I’ll wait right here,” he said.

 

Izuku nodded once, clutching the outfit tightly. Then he slipped inside, closing the door softly behind him.

 

Aizawa exhaled slowly and leaned back against the wall beside the door, arms crossed over his chest. The bond between them stayed open, humming softly, quiet, fluttering, but no longer nervous. Just filled with a buzz of focus, anticipation, and a faint shimmer of excitement.

 

Aizawa closed his eyes for a moment and let himself feel it.

 

This wasn’t just play.

 

This was something becoming.

 

He didn’t know how long he stood there, five minutes, maybe more but he didn’t mind. He waited with the patience that had long since become second nature. If Izuku needed time, he would give it. If Izuku needed reassurance, he’d offer it. And if Izuku stepped out of that bathroom even one shade more confident than he’d entered?

 

Then Aizawa would consider that the best gift he’d received all night. And maybe, if Izuku looked at him the way Aizawa suspected he might... It wouldn’t be the last surprise the night had to offer.

 

The soft click of the bathroom door caught Aizawa’s attention, and his gaze lifted just as Izuku stepped out into the warm lamplight of the dorm.

 

Everything stilled.

 

Izuku stood with his hands lightly curled at his sides, his cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and the bond between them flared like a struck match. Not shy. Not embarrassed. Just lit up with nervous hope and a wanting that felt like it had been building for days.

 

And Aizawa, he forgot how to breathe.

 

The black crop top clung to Izuku’s frame like it had been sewn to his skin, accentuating the soft cut of his waist, the gentle dip of his stomach. The mini skirt shifted with every tiny move he made, hem fluttering high along his thighs, and the lacy trim danced just enough to tempt. The attached cat tail swayed with each step he took forward, teasing in its movement, playful and bold.

 

His hair was a little mussed from changing. His lips parted slightly. And the faint gleam of the still loose collar in his hand did something to Aizawa that was neither polite nor restrained.

 

He looked...

 

Gorgeous.

 

Dangerous.

 

Perfect.

 

And his.

 

Aizawa swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He let his gaze travel slowly, deliberately, down then back up again before he finally met Izuku’s eyes.

 

“You…” he started, voice low and unsteady. He cleared his throat. “You look incredible.”

 

Izuku blinked. Then smiled, slow, radiant, with a hint of mischief beneath the blush.

 

“Really?” he asked, stepping closer, the movement smooth despite his fast beating heart echoing in the bond.

 

Aizawa didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely.”

 

Izuku’s hand lifted, reaching for the front of Aizawa’s shirt, and Aizawa rose to meet him without a second thought. The moment stretched between them like a held breath. Then Izuku leaned up, his hands curling into Aizawa’s shirt just as he closed the distance.

 

Their lips met, soft at first. Testing.

 

Then Izuku tilted his head, and Aizawa deepened the kiss, one hand sliding to the small of Izuku’s back, the other brushing the hem of the skirt. The warmth of his skin, the flutter of nerves and heat and longing in the bond, it hit all at once.

 

Izuku made a noise, barely a sound, more like a caught breath and pressed closer.

 

The kiss turned hungrier. More lingering. A promise instead of a tease. Aizawa felt Izuku shiver against him and responded by slipping his hand just slightly lower, not to push, just to anchor.

 

Izuku pulled back a fraction, eyes half-lidded, lips pink and parted. “Shota,” he whispered, barely audible, breath brushing Aizawa’s mouth.

 

And then...

 

GRRRRRRRRRRROOOOWL.

 

Aizawa blinked.

 

Izuku froze.

 

His stomach let out another loud, echoing rumble that practically vibrated between them.

 

The moment shattered.

 

Izuku covered his face with both hands, utterly mortified. “Noooooo,” he groaned. “I was trying to be sexy!”

 

Aizawa let out a sharp exhale that was halfway to laughter. “You were,” he said honestly, fingers still resting against Izuku’s lower back. “Very much.”

 

Izuku whined into his palms. “I ruined it.”

 

Aizawa leaned in, pressed a soft kiss to Izuku’s hair just above his ear, and murmured, “You didn’t ruin anything.”

 

Izuku peeked up, flustered and pouting.

 

“But,” Aizawa added, stepping back just a little with a smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth, “we are going to feed you before you faint in that skirt. Then I’m going to sit you right back down on that couch and enjoy the view.”

 

Izuku squeaked, but the bond flared with delight and arousal.

 

“And yes,” Aizawa added as he steered him gently toward the kitchenette, “we are definitely telling zashi about this later.”

 

Izuku let out a short, laughing breath. “Only him.”

 

“Obviously.”

 

The warmth between them hadn’t gone anywhere.

 

The walk to the kitchen was short, barely a dozen quiet steps across their shared dorm room but Aizawa could feel the bond between them pulsing with lingering heat and affection the entire way. Izuku trailed at his side, still in the cropped top and skirt with the tail swaying gently behind him, looking more comfortable by the minute despite the earlier interruption.

 

Aizawa didn’t comment on it.

 

He didn’t need to.

 

The way Izuku was humming faintly to himself and staying close without clinging said everything.

 

He stepped into the small kitchenette and rolled up his sleeves before pulling out a clean chopping board. A quick scan of the fridge told him what they had to work with. He set a few bell peppers (one red, one yellow) on the counter, followed by a container of mushrooms and a handful of green onions.

 

Without a word, he reached for his knife and began to dice with practiced ease, the rhythmic tap of the blade on the board filling the space between them like soft music.

 

He worked methodically, chopping the vegetables into even pieces, brushing them into a bowl between slices. The fridge door opened again as he moved to grab soy sauce and sesame oil, while the scent of fresh cut peppers and green onion started to fill the space around them.

 

Izuku leaned over the counter beside him, watching with bright eyes and quiet interest, tail flicking now and then with each movement izuku made.

 

It was simple.

 

It was domestic.

 

It was perfect.

 

And Aizawa, who had spent too many years eating alone, sleeping alone, closing himself off out of necessity or habit, realized, quietly, that he didn’t want to go back to that.

 

Not when this felt so easy.

 

So real.

 

So warm.

 

He sliced the last of the green onions and glanced sideways at Izuku, who was tracing his fingers along the countertop idly, clearly wanting to help.

 

“Thanks,” Aizawa murmured.

 

Izuku looked over. “For what?”

 

Aizawa didn’t answer right away. Just gave a quiet hum, like the answer was too big for words. Then he reached for the bag of rice from the pantry and held it under one arm.

 

“Can you grab the rice cooker from the bottom shelf?” he asked, voice low but casual. “We’ll get that started while the veggies cook.”

 

Aizawa turns his head just in time to see izuku bending over at the waist, reaching deep into the bottom cabinet. The crop top he's wearing rides up, exposing the smooth skin of his lower back. My eyes are immediately drawn to the tantalizing curve of his ass, barely contained by the skimpy mini skirt he's got on.

 

The skirt is so short, so tight, clinging to his body like a second skin. As he stretches further into the cupboard, it rides up even more, revealing the lacy edge of his panties. Black lace, aizawa notes, his mouth going dry at the sight. He can practically feel the smooth texture against his fingers, can imagine sliding them beneath the flimsy fabric to cup the firm globes of izuku's ass.

 

Izuku straightens slowly, taking his sweet time. He turns to face aizawa, hips swaying, making the fluffy tail brush against his thigh as he saunters over. He hands aizawa the rice cooker, their fingers touching, and aizawa can feel the heat of his arousal pulsing through their bond.

 

"Here you go, sir," izuku purrs, his voice thick with promise. Aizawa swallowed hard, trying to regain control. The ache in my groin is becoming impossible to ignore, his dick straining against the confines of his jeans.

 

"Thanks," aizawa managed, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. He plugged in the cooker and turned back to the stove, needing to finish dinner before he loses myself completely in the desire izuku's presence ignites in him.

 

But gods, it's a struggle. Every little movement, every sway of izuku's hips as he sets the table, every brush of his tail against his skin,  aizawa can feel his excitement building, his dick throbbing in time with mine. It's maddening, this sweet torture.

 

Dinner didn’t take long.

 

They moved together with an easy rhythm, quiet and close. Aizawa sauteed the vegetables with practiced care while Izuku handled the rice and stirred the sauce, the air rich with garlic and pepper. They didn’t speak much, it wasn’t needed. Every brush of their shoulders, every glance, every shared look across the pan said enough. The bond between them buzzed low and steady, a thread of warmth tying their hearts together in real time.

 

They ate sitting hip to hip at the little table, Izuku’s leg bouncing softly now and then, excitement lingering in his every move. Aizawa let him talk, let him fill the space with observations, nervous energy, and faint hums between bites. And even though Aizawa didn’t say much in return, his gaze lingered, fond and quiet, soaking him in.

 

Once the plates were rinsed and set in the drying rack, Izuku reached up to stretch with a small groan, tail swishing lazily as his shirt rode up slightly over his stomach.

 

Aizawa raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He didn’t need to.

 

Instead, he stepped close, wrapped his arms around Izuku’s back and beneath his knees, and lifted him off the ground in one smooth motion.

 

“Sho!” Izuku gasped, laughing lightly. “You could’ve said something!”

 

Aizawa gave a low hum. “You’d have overthought it. This is easier.”

 

“You’re impossible,” Izuku muttered, even as he curled closer into his chest.

 

Aizawa brought them both to the couch and lowered them carefully into the cushions. He kept Izuku on his lap, one arm draped naturally around his waist. But even before he settled in fully, the collar of his shirt tugged oddly with how warm the room had gotten, how warm he had gotten, honestly.

 

He leaned forward just slightly, reached for the hem, and pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. The cotton hit the floor a second later with barely a sound.

 

Izuku, still curled up in his lap, blinked.

 

Then flushed.

 

Aizawa gave him a look, calm as ever. “Better this way.”

 

Izuku bit his lip, clearly biting back a comment that would’ve gotten him teased.

 

 

“I wasn’t going to let you be the only one half dressed,” Aizawa said, tone quiet but genuine.

 

Izuku’s ears burned a little,and he looked down quickly, though not before sneaking one more glance at the expanse of bare chest in front of him.

 

They settled in again, Izuku practically molded against Aizawa’s chest, arms curled between them and head tucked just under his jaw. Aizawa picked up the remote and flicked on the TV, letting a romcom flicker in the background with a soft hum of light and laugh tracks.

 

It was comfort.

 

It was steady.

 

And it was theirs.

 

Minutes passed, quiet except for the occasional shift, the flicker of the screen, and the hum of the bond, alive and content between them.

 

And then...

 

Izuku shifted.

 

A little at first. Just a wiggle of his shoulders. Then again, this time adjusting the angle of his legs, sliding one just slightly higher across Aizawa’s thigh.

 

Aizawa cracked one eye open.

 

“…What are you doing?”

 

Izuku, already flushed, tilted his head up with a shy grin. “Trying to get comfy.”

 

“You’ve moved five times in thirty seconds.”

 

“I’m delicate,” Izuku said with mock seriousness. “I require perfect lounging angles.”

 

Aizawa arched an eyebrow. “You’re a menace.”

 

“Maybe,” Izuku mumbled, finally melting back into place again. “But I’m your menace.”

 

That made Aizawa smirk, just a faint pull of the lips, the kind Izuku always caught even when no one else did.

 

He closed his eyes again and let his arm settle fully around Izuku’s waist.

 

“You’re lucky you’re warm,” Aizawa murmured.

 

“I know,” Izuku whispered back, breath soft against his bare shoulder. “So are you.”

 

And then, with a small shift, Izuku adjusted again but this time, with purpose.

 

He lifted himself just slightly and moved to face Aizawa directly, one leg sliding over either side of his lap until he was straddling him gently, tail curling to one side.

 

Their bodies pressed closer, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.

 

Izuku leaned forward, arms loosely circling Aizawa’s shoulders, and rested his head against his collarbone, face turned inward like it was the safest place in the world.

 

Aizawa’s breath caught for half a second. Then he let it go slowly, letting his arms wrap naturally around Izuku’s waist, anchoring him there. His chin rested lightly against the soft green curls.

 

Chapter 34: Ch.34

 

Aizawa's heart raced as he felt izuku shifting on top of him, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His hands instinctively grabbed izuku's hips, holding him in place as he gasped. Izuku leaned in, their lips almost touching, and Aizawa could feel his breath hot against his skin. But something held him back.

 

"Izu... are you sure about this?" Aizawa asked, his voice low and husky. They had never gone this far before, and he wanted to make sure izuku was okay with it.

 

"Yes," izuku breathed, his eyes dark with need. "I want this, Sho. I want you."

 

That was all Aizawa needed to hear. He took control, dominating izuku's mouth with his own. He sucked on izuku's tongue, exploring every inch of his mouth as he thrust his hips up to meet izuku's grinding. Izuku moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Aizawa's bare chest.

 

Aizawa's lips traveled from izuku's mouth down to his neck, planting soft kisses along the way. He was careful not to leave any hickeys visible to others. Izuku tilted his head back, giving Aizawa more access as he moaned softly.

 

"Mmm, yes Sho... just like that," izuku purred, his fingers tangling in Aizawa's hair.

 

Slowly, Aizawa reached for the hem of izuku's crop top, looking up at him for confirmation before gently removing it. Izuku nodded, his cheeks flushed and eyes full of trust. "Please, I want you to touch me," he whispered, his voice trembling with desperation.

 

Aizawa took a moment to admire izuku's exposed chest, running his hands over the smooth skin and feeling izuku's heartbeat beneath his fingertips. He leaned down, capturing one of izuku's nipples between his lips and sucking gently. "Oh god, yes!" Izuku cried out, his back arching off the couch as Aizawa's tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. "Oh God, sir!"

 

The physical stimulation was intense, but it was the emotional connection between them that heightened every sensation. He could feel what izuku was feeling. Aizawa could feel the invisible bond pulling them closer, a magnetic force that seemed to strengthen with every touch and kiss. It was as if their souls were intertwining, merging into one being. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he knew he never wanted it to end.

 

He continued to lavish attention on izuku's chest, switching between nipples and trailing soft kisses in between. Izuku's hands remained in his hair, guiding him and encouraging him to keep going. "Don't stop, sir," izuku begged, his hips starting to move in time with Aizawa's licks and sucks. "I need more."

 

Aizawa growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against izuku's skin and making him shiver. "You're so responsive, so perfect," Aizawa murmured, his hands roaming over izuku's body and mapping out every curve and dip. "I could worship you for hours."

 

Izuku moaned in agreement, his own hands exploring Aizawa's chest and abs before sliding down to palm his hard on through his pants. Aizawa thrust into izuku's touch, desperate for more friction, more contact. "Fuck, izu," he groaned, his hips bucking up into izuku's hand. "I need you."

 

Izuku reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Aizawa's pants. He tugged, eager to free Aizawa's cock and bring them both to new heights of pleasure. But Aizawa was quicker.

 

His hand shot out, wrapping around izuku's throat, not hard enough to hurt, but squeezing firm enough to halt izuku's movements. Izuku's eyes widened, a mix of surprise, lust and excitement flashing across his face. Aizawa smirked, his thumb stroking along izuku's jawline.

 

"Greedy boy," Aizawa chuckled, his other hand slipping under izuku's mini skirt. He pushed the fabric up, revealing izuku's hard, leaking penis straining against the thin lace of his panties. Izuku whimpered, his hips bucking up into Aizawa's touch.

 

Aizawa took a moment to admire the sight before him, izuku spread out on his lap, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. The lacy panties looked sinful against his smooth skin, just begging to be torn off. He looked like a work of art, all curves and angles, just begging to be touched. 

 

Slowly, Aizawa released his penis from his pants, letting it spring free. He was a little bigger than izuku he was just over 8 and a half in and izuku should be just under. He wrapped his fingers around both of their shafts, stroking them in tandem through the thin lace. Izuku's head fell back against Aizawa's shoulder, his mouth falling open in a silent moan. Aizawa could feel the heat radiating off of izuku's skin, the way his cock throbbed against his palm.

 

"That's it, kitten," Aizawa purred, his eyes dark with desire. "Let me hear those pretty little sounds you make."

 

Izuku's hips rolled into Aizawa's touch, his breath coming out in short, needy gasps. "Yes, sir," he whimpered, the title slipping from his lips naturally. "I'm all yours."

 

Aizawa growled low in his throat, the sound rumbling through his chest. He picked up the pace, his hand moving faster over their sensitive flesh. Izuku's fingers dug into Aizawa's thighs, his nails leaving crescent marks in the skin.

 

"Such a good boy for me," Aizawa murmured, leaning down to place soft kisses along izuku's neck. "Letting me make you feel good."

 

Izuku whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself in the sensations coursing through his body. Aizawa could feel him twitching in his hand, and could feel the way his dick throbbed with each stroke.

 

"Cum for me, kitten," Aizawa commanded, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to feel you come undone in my arms."

 

With a final thrust of his hips, izuku cried out, his body shaking as he spilled over Aizawa's fist, the lace of his panties becoming soaked with his release. The sight of izuku cuming apart in his arms was enough to send Aizawa over the edge as well. He followed closely behind, his own release coating their hands and izuku's stomach.

 

They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure. Aizawa leaned down, capturing izuku's lips in a soft, sweet kiss.

 

Izuku then started begging for more so Aizawa slightly tightened his grip on izuku's throat, making him moan and squirm. Izuku pulled Aizawa's hair like he knew would send Aizawa cumming. They both came again with loud moaning.

 

As they caught their breath, izuku slowly moved down Aizawa's body, his tongue snaking out to lick up the mess they had made. He moaned at the taste, savoring the salty sweet flavor of their combined releases.

 

Aizawa watched him with dark, hungry eyes, his cock already starting to harden again at the sight of izuku's eager tongue. "That's it, kitten," he purred, his voice rough with pleasure. "Clean up your mess."

 

Izuku obeyed without hesitation, his tongue lapping at Aizawa's skin, swirling around the head of his dick to catch every last drop. Aizawa groaned, his fingers tangling in izuku's hair as he held him in place.

 

"Good boy," Aizawa praised, his voice low and approving. "Such a good little kitten, cleaning up your sir's milk."

 

Izuku whimpered at the words, his own cock hardening once again at the praise. He loved being called Aizawa's good boy, loved knowing that he pleased him so much. He lapped at Aizawa's skin until it was spotless, until Aizawa was growling with need once more.

 

Only then did Aizawa pull izuku up, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. He could taste them both on izuku's tongue, could feel the way Izuku's body pressed against his, seeking more.

 

"We're not done yet, kitten," Aizawa promised, his voice a dark, wicked rumble. "Not by a long shot."

 

Izuku shivered in anticipation, ready and willing to give Aizawa anything he desired. Because that's what he was... Aizawa's, now and forever.

 

As Aizawa gazed down at izuku's flushed face, he felt a rush of possessiveness and desire. This was their first time together, their first chance to explore the dynamic that had been building between them for days. And Aizawa was determined to make it perfect.

 

He reached between them, his fingers wrapping around their shafts, stroking them in tandem. He could feel izuku's hips bucking up into his touch, his own penis throbbing in Aizawa's grip. The sight of izuku's blissed out expression, his eyes hazy with pleasure, sent a bolt of arousal straight to Aizawa's core.

 

"Fuck, kitten," Aizawa growled, his voice low and rough with need. "You look so good like this. So perfect, so floaty and happy."

 

Izuku moaned, arching up into Aizawa's touch. "Please, sir," he whimpered. "I need more. I need you."

 

Aizawa leaned down, capturing izuku's lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue plundered izuku's mouth, tangling with his own as they both moaned into the kiss. Izuku's fingers tangled in Aizawa's hair, tugging lightly as he lost himself in the sensation.

 

Aizawa broke the kiss, trailing his lips down izuku's neck, nipping and sucking hard at the sensitive skin of his chest. He wanted to mark izuku, to leave his claim on every inch of his body. He wanted everyone to see that izuku belonged to him, that he had driven him to this state of pure, floaty bliss.

 

He stroked izuku's shaft faster, his own thrusting into his hand as he chased his release. He could feel izuku trembling beneath him, could hear his breathy moans filling the room. It was like music to Aizawa's ears, the sound of his lover coming undone beneath his touch.

 

"Cum for me, kitten," Aizawa commanded, his voice rough with need. "Let me feel you come undone again. Let me see you float."

 

With a final stroke, izuku cried out, his body shaking as he spilled over Aizawa's fist. The sight of izuku cuming apart beneath him, his eyes rolling back in his head as he drifted higher on a cloud of subspace euphoria, was enough to send Aizawa over the edge as well. He followed closely behind, his own release coating izuku's chest, nipples, and their hands.  Aizawa leaned down, capturing izuku's lips in a loving, sweet kiss.

 

 

But even as they came down from their high, Aizawa could feel the floaty energy still pulsing between them, the electric charge of their bond. He knew that they both had at least one more orgasm in them, and he was determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from his kitten's body.

 

He moved his thumb to rub over their sensitive leaking heads, making them both gasp and twitch at the touch. His other hand moved lower, gently squeezing their balls and earning a scream of ecstasy from izuku's lips.

 

"You can take it, kitten," Aizawa purred, his voice low and dark with promise. "You're going to be a good boy and cum one more time for me. Show me how well you can fall apart with just my touch."

 

Izuku whimpered, his body shaking with the effort of holding back his climax. But Aizawa wasn't having it. He sped up his strokes, his fingers dancing over izuku's cock with expert precision.

 

As izuku's moans grew louder and more desperate, Aizawa leaned in close, his breath hot against izuku's ear. "Next time," he murmured, his voice a low, dark promise. "Next time, I'm going to invite Zashi to watch. I want him to see how just my touch can make you fall apart like a good boy."

 

Izuku's eyes flew wide at the words, a fresh wave of arousal crashing over him. The thought of being on display, of letting Zashi see him like this, lost in pleasure and submission, sent a thrill of excitement through his veins.

 

"Cum for me, kitten," Aizawa commanded. "Now."

 

With a final cry, izuku did just that, his body convulsing as he spilled over Aizawa's fingers once more. Aizawa followed right behind him, his own release mingling with izuku's on his chest.

 

As they both came down from their high, Aizawa couldn't help but think about how far they had come. About how much he loved seeing izuku like this, lost in pleasure and trust, utterly at peace in his submission.

 

He knew that next time, he wanted to show off his kitten to zashi. To let him see how just his touch could make izuku fall apart like a good boy. To see how Aizawa could bring izuku to heights of ecstasy that he had never known before.

 

As Aizawa held izuku close, he couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of their connection. The floaty energy that had surrounded them during their intimate encounter still lingered, tying them together in a way that felt both exhilarating and comforting. It was as if they were two puzzle pieces that had finally found their perfect fit, their edges meshing together in a way that created a sense of wholeness and completion. Aizawa had never experienced anything like it before, this feeling of being utterly in sync with another person on every level.

 

He knew that aftercare was going to be especially important for them, given the depth of their dynamic and the emotional intensity of their play. He wanted to make sure that izuku felt safe, cherished, and cared for every step of the way.

 

So as they snuggled together on the couch, Aizawa took his time running his hands over izuku's body, tracing gentle patterns on his skin and murmuring soft words of praise and affection. He could feel the tension slowly draining from izuku's muscles, could sense him melting into Aizawa's touch with a sigh of contentment.

 

They stayed like that for a long time, just basking in the afterglow and savoring the closeness of their bond. Aizawa knew that they both needed this time to come down from their high, to reconnect with each other and with themselves in a gentle, nurturing way.

 

Eventually, they managed to pull themselves up from the couch, still clinging to each other as if afraid that any distance between them might break the spell. Normally, one of them would have stayed close by while the other cleaned up in the bathroom. But now, neither of them wanted to be more than a few feet apart.

 

So they found themselves changing right next to each other, washing up side by side as if they were made for it. Aizawa marveled at the way their bodies fit together, at the easy way they moved in sync as they tended to each other's needs. He couldn't help but run his hands over izuku's skin as they dried off, tracing the lines of his muscles and committing every inch of him to memory.

 

Afterwards, they headed to the kitchen for a quick snack and some water, both of them needing to replenish their energy after their intense session. They polished off a pack of squeezey's between them, laughing and leaning into each other as they ate. The sight of izuku licking his fingers clean, a mischievous glint in his eye, sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing over Aizawa. But he pushed it aside for now, knowing that they both needed a chance to catch their breath.

 

Then it was back to bed, where they snuggled up together under the covers, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. Aizawa couldn't remember the last time he had felt this content, this at peace with himself and with another person. It was a feeling that he wanted to bottle up and keep close to his heart, a reminder of what true happiness felt like.

 

As they drifted off to sleep, Aizawa knew that he would always cherish these quiet moments of connection and intimacy. He knew that even when they were out in the world, surrounded by noise and chaos, they would always have this special bond to return to. This quiet, sacred space where they could be fully themselves and fully present with each other.

 

He also knew that their journey was far from over. They had barely scratched the surface of what was possible between them, and Aizawa couldn't wait to see where their exploration would take them next. He had a feeling that they would be uncovering new depths of pleasure, new heights of intimacy, for years to come.

 

But for now, he simply reveled in the feel of izuku's body pressed against his, in the sound of his steady breathing and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would always have this moment, this perfect snapshot of pure joy and connection.

 

As sleep finally claimed him, Aizawa sent a silent prayer of gratitude to the universe for bringing izuku into his life. He knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be, wrapped up in the arms of the person who completed him in every way imaginable.

 

Chapter 35: Ch.35

Early Morning Thursday 

 

Aizawa woke with a gnawing need, his body crying out for satisfaction. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, but he barely noticed, his senses focused inward on the desperate hunger consuming him.

 

He knew this feeling well , his oral fixation had been a part of him forever, a constant ache he tried to keep under control. But this morning, it was worse than ever, the craving almost overwhelming in its intensity.

 

Beside him, Izuku slept peacefully, chest rising and falling steadily. Aizawa studied his boyfriend's face, so beautiful and relaxed in slumber. He wanted to wake Izuku, to taste him, to make him feel as good as Aizawa knew he could. But he knew he shouldn't, couldn't.

 

Their relationship was so new, and this was new territory. They had never done this before. It had been about a week that they were hit by the quirk and just a couple days as a couple. Aizawa knew what he wanted, needed, but uncertainty held him back.

 

Izuku stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet Aizawa's heated gaze. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice heavy with sleep. Aizawa swallowed hard, trying to find the words.

 

"I...I need..." He trailed off, cheeks flushing. Izuku's eyes widened with understanding. He could feel the need aizawa wasn't saying out loud.

 

"Oh," he breathed. "It's about... it's about your oral fixation?"

 

Aizawa nodded jerkily. "I want to...I need to..." He gestured helplessly. "Suck on something, I really need it "

 

Izuku bit his lip, considering. Then he smiled softly. "You can suck me off," he said simply. "If that's what you need, then yes."

 

Emboldened by Izuku's acceptance, Aizawa leaned in, pressing a firm kiss to his lover's lips before trailing his mouth lower. He nuzzled into Izuku's neck, tasting the salt on his skin, before continuing down his chest and abdomen.

 

"Lie back kitten," he said softly, his voice filling with authority. "Let me take care of you."

 

When he reached Izuku's waistband, Aizawa glanced up for permission. Izuku nodded, words lost to a throaty moan as Aizawa tugged his pants down, freeing his already stiffening cock. Aizawa drank in the sight for a moment before wrapping his lips around the head, sucking firmly.

 

The taste of Izuku's skin, the musky scent, the feel of him growing harder against Aizawa's tongue, it was intoxicating. He needed this like air, craving it like a drug. Aizawa took him deeper. Aizawa felt a strange sensation wash over him, the feeling of a warm, wet mouth enveloping his own dick. He gasped at the sudden pleasure, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. 

 

It was only then that he remembered the quirk,  the one that made them to share sensations with each other. And as he looked up at Izuku's face, saw the surprise and delight in those forest green eyes, Aizawa knew that they were in for a wild ride.

 

With a wicked grin, Aizawa leaned forward again and took Izuku into his mouth, relishing the feeling of his cock on his tongue. He began to suck and lick, savoring every inch of Izuku's hardness, determined to make him feel as good as possible.

 

And as Izuku moaned around the feeling of sucking something that wasn't there, Aizawa could feel the vibrations of his pleasure traveling through the bond, heightening his own arousal to new levels. He continued to work Izuku over with his mouth, taking him deeper and deeper until he could feel the head hitting the back of his throat.

 

Izuku let out a choked gasp at the sensation, his hips bucking up involuntarily. Aizawa could feel him throbbing against his tongue, and knew that he was close to the edge.

 

He pulled back slightly, his hand coming up to stroke Izuku's length as he swirled his tongue around the head of his dick. "Cum for me," he whispered, his voice husky with need. "I need to feel you cum in my mouth."

 

Izuku's response was a broken moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he gave himself over to the pleasure. Aizawa felt him stiffen, heard him cry out sir as he spilled himself into Aizawa's waiting mouth. He swallowed every last drop moaning at the taste.

 

At the same moment, Aizawa felt himself cum in his sleep pants, the warmth and wetness enveloping his tongue. He swallowed every drop of Izuku's release, savoring the taste of him on his tongue.

 

Aizawa continued to suck and lick izuku through the waves of their shared pleasure, wringing every last bit of sensation from each other's bodies.

 

Aizawa couldn't get enough of Izuku's taste, of the way he felt in his mouth. He knew that they could both cum multiple times before they were done, and he was determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from his boyfriend's body.

 

He continued to suck and lick, his tongue swirling around the head of Izuku's shaft before taking him deep into his throat. Izuku moaned and yelled, his hands fisting in Aizawa's hair as he called him 'sir' over and over again.

 

Aizawa could feel everything Izuku was feeling through their bond, the phantom sensation of his own cock being deep throated, the way Aizawa was hollowing his cheeks and sucking with all his might. It was the most incredible feeling, knowing that he was giving Izuku such intense pleasure.

 

He could feel Izuku's orgasm building, the way his penis throbbed and pulsed in Aizawa's mouth. He doubled his efforts, wanting nothing more than to taste Izuku's release on his tongue once again.

 

And then it happened, Izuku cried out, his body shaking with the force of his climax. At the same moment, Aizawa felt himself cum again in his sleep pants, as the warmth and wetness enveloping his tongue. He moaned around Izuku's dick, relishing in the dual sensation of their shared pleasure.

 

He swallowed every drop of Izuku's release, savoring the taste of him on his tongue. But even as they both came down from their highs, Aizawa didn't stop. He continued to suck and lick, wanting to bring Izuku to new heights of ecstasy.

 

He knew that he could cum again too, that they could keep going until they were both thoroughly satisfied. And so he continued, determined to give Izuku the pleasure he deserved.

 

Aizawa couldn't get enough of having Izuku's throbbing member in his mouth, of tasting him on his tongue. He felt insatiable, greedy for more of his boyfriend's pleasure. Just as they were both coming down from their intense orgasms, Izuku suddenly yanked on Aizawa's hair, sending them both hurtling into another climax mere seconds later.

 

Aizawa moaned around Izuku's twitching tip as he felt him pulsing in his mouth once more, swallowing every drop of his release. The taste was divine, and he found himself craving it like a drug. He knew they were both in subspace, lost in a haze of pleasure, but Aizawa wasn't done yet. He needed one more taste of Izuku's essence before he could be satisfied.

 

"Please Sir," Izuku gasped out, his voice high and breathy. "I can't... It's too much... I'm gonna... Fuck!" His hips bucked wildly as Aizawa continued to suck and lick, determined to wring out every last drop of semen.

 

Aizawa could feel Izuku's ecstasy through their bond, the way his body trembled and clenched. He could hear the desperation in his boyfriend's voice, the way he cried out for mercy even as he begged for more. It spurred Aizawa on, making him suck harder, faster, until Izuku was a writhing, babbling mess beneath him.

 

"Yes, fuck, just like that," Izuku panted, his hands tangled in Aizawa's hair. "Your mouth... Sir, your mouth feels so good. I love you, I love you so much. Don't stop, please don't stop."

 

Aizawa growled around Izuku's cock, the vibrations making him twitch and jerk in Aizawa's mouth. He could feel his own arousal growing again, the phantom sensation of Izuku's lips wrapped around his own dick driving him wild. He knew he was being greedy, pushing Izuku's limits, but he couldn't help himself. He needed this, needed Izuku, more than he had ever needed anything before.

 

"Mmmph... cum for me again, kitten," Aizawa urged, his voice muffled but clear through their bond. "Give me one more taste, just one more. I need it, I need you. Cum in my mouth again, let me feel you come apart for me. That's it, just like that..."

 

Izuku let out a keening wail as he came again, his body arching off the bed as Aizawa continued to suck and swallow. Aizawa felt his own orgasm building, the phantom sensation of  lips and tongue pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

 

With a final, desperate growl, Aizawa came hard, spilling himself into his sleep pants as he swallowed every last drop of Izuku's release. They stayed like that for a long moment, Aizawa's mouth still wrapped around Izuku's softening dick as they both floated in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking.

 

Finally, Aizawa pulled away, pressing soft kisses along the inside of Izuku's thighs before crawling up his body to collapse beside him. They lay there in silence for a while, just breathing each other in and basking in the afterglow.

 

"That was... incredible," Izuku murmured eventually, his voice hoarse and happy. "I love you so much, Sho. Thank you for making me feel so good."

 

Aizawa smiled, pulling Izuku close and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I love you too, kitten. And thank you for trusting me to take care of you like that."

 

They snuggled together for a while longer, drifting off to sleep with smiles on their faces and the knowledge that they would always have this incredible connection, no matter what challenges life threw their way.

 

They’d been drifting in subspace for about ten minutes now, tangled together under the covers in the quiet hush of early morning.

 

The room was dim, just barely lit by the soft moonlight filtering through the edges of the curtains. Outside, the sky was still dark, hours away from sunrise but inside, everything was still. Warm. Quiet.

 

Izuku was curled against him, cheek pressed to Aizawa’s bare shoulder, one leg hooked loosely over his hips. His breathing was slow, steady, and completely relaxed. The bond between them pulsed low and soft, a constant thrum of contentment, connection, and lingering afterglow. Subspace was wrapped around them both Even now, Izuku’s presence felt hazy and light, like any sudden movement might scatter the quiet.

 

Aizawa didn’t want to move.

 

But the cling of damp fabric was getting harder to ignore. His pajama pants were sticking uncomfortably to his skin, drying cum. He exhaled through his nose and ran a hand gently down Izuku’s back.

 

“…I need to change,” he murmured, voice still hoarse from sleep. “These pants are dripping wet.”

 

Izuku stirred slightly, letting out a small noise in the back of his throat, but didn’t speak. His arms loosened just enough to let Aizawa move.

 

Aizawa shifted slowly, carefully untangling their limbs and sitting up. The blankets fell away from his torso, letting the cooler air hit his skin as he slipped out of bed and crossed the room in quiet, sock footed steps. Izuku next to him.

 

He peeled the damp pajama pants and boxers off without ceremony and dropped them in the laundry basket in the corner. Izuku handed him a warm wet wash cloth for him to clean off his member. Then he pulled open the top drawer and retrieved a clean pair, soft cotton, worn in from dozens of washes. He stepped into them quickly and tied the waistband loosely, then ran a hand back through his sleep mussed hair.

 

Without hesitation, they returned to the bed. He slid under the blankets and let Izuku immediately curl back into his side, warm hands slipping over his ribs, cheek pressed to his shoulder again like nothing had changed.

 

The bond between them fluttered softly, sleepy, soothed, and grateful. Aizawa rested his chin lightly against Izuku’s curls and let his hand settle at the small of his back.

 

“Still dark out,” he murmured. “We’ve got time.”

 

Izuku didn’t answer, but the way he snuggled in closer said more than enough.

 

And Aizawa let his eyes fall closed again, the hush of the early morning wrapping around them like another blanket.

 

A couple hours later 

 

The shrill chirp of his alarm broke the quiet like a pin through silk.

 

Aizawa groaned softly, eyes still closed, and blindly reached out to smack at the phone on the nightstand. He found it by muscle memory, silencing the sound with a tired thumb before letting his hand flop back to the mattress.

 

Beside him, Izuku stirred, warm and sleepy, shifting just enough to nuzzle closer into his side.

 

For a moment, Aizawa considered ignoring the fact that it was Thursday.

 

But the bond between them pulsed with awareness, Izuku’s, not his own. A quiet we have to, not demanding but certain. They both knew what today was.

 

The last full day before the four day break.

 

By this time tomorrow, the dorms would be quiet. Most of the students would be off campus, visiting family. Only a few were staying, Shinso, Todoroki, and of course, Hizashi, who was moving into a spare room on the first floor of the dorm building. 

 

Aizawa felt the anticipation from Izuku gently rise. Not anxious. Not tense. Just present, ready. A little excited, even.

 

And maybe a bit reluctant to leave the bed just yet.

 

Aizawa couldn’t blame him.

 

He shifted slightly, one hand sliding beneath the blanket and over Izuku’s waist, tugging him closer. Izuku went easily, slotting against him with the kind of grace that came from knowing each other’s rhythms intimately by now.

 

Their noses brushed. Their breath mingled. A moment passed between them, quiet, heated, inevitable.

 

Then Izuku leaned in.

 

Their lips met soft at first, a warm press that lingered too long to be casual. Then again, a little firmer. A little deeper. Aizawa hummed low in his throat, cupping the back of Izuku’s neck, fingers sliding into his messy curls as Izuku kissed him again with more purpose.

 

The bond flared, not wildly, but with a slow blooming heat. Want. Trust. Love, quiet and unspoken.

 

Izuku’s hand found Aizawa’s chest, fingers splaying over his heart like he wanted to feel it beat. His thigh slid up over Aizawa’s hip, pulling their bodies flush.

 

Aizawa let the kiss deepen once more, lips parting just slightly, his thumb brushing along Izuku’s jaw. He would have kept going. Could’ve gotten lost in the taste of him, the feel of his body warm and eager in his arms.

 

But the alarm had already gone off once.

 

And today wasn’t a day they could afford to waste.

 

He pulled back with a soft breath, resting his forehead to Izuku’s.

 

“Time to get up,” he murmured. “Even if I’d rather not.”

 

Izuku gave a small, reluctant groan, then nodded. “Mmm… okay.”

 

They both rolled slowly out of bed, Aizawa first, then Izuku, still flushed and smiling faintly. They didn’t speak much as they moved around the room, grabbing fresh clothes and stepping into the bathroom to splash water on their faces, brush their teeth, and shake off the haze of sleep.

 

They moved around each other with a kind of quiet rhythm tired but comfortable, slow but in sync. The windows were pale with pre dawn gray, and the world still felt distant, soft with shadow and calm.

 

Aizawa pulled on a fitted black shirt and fresh pants, brushing a hand through his hair as he yawned into his shoulder. Izuku was beside the dresser, half dressed and focused on the small pile of clothes they'd laid out the night before.

 

They dressed in tandem, close by necessity, but comfortable from practice. As Izuku reached for his shirt, the light caught his bare chest and Aizawa's eyes paused.

 

There they were.

 

A scattering of dark hickeys across the center and side of Izuku’s chest, some deeper than others, all left by his own mouth the night before. They stood out against pale skin, still flushed from sleep and warm from lingering body heat.

 

Aizawa didn't say anything, just took in the sight for a quiet second, a flicker of pride blooming deep in his chest. Not just from the marks themselves but from what they meant. Trust. Want. Mutual choosing.

 

Then Izuku slipped the shirt on, the magnetic fasteners clicking softly into place and hiding everything from view.

 

They moved into the kitchenette without a word, still perfectly in step.

 

Aizawa opened the fridge while Izuku grabbed plates, and together they pulled together a quick breakfast, onigiri and leftover stir fried vegetables. Nothing elaborate, just enough to fuel the day. They ate standing at the counter, brushing elbows as they chewed in a familiar rhythm. The quiet between them was soft. Warm.

 

The day hadn’t started yet, not really.

 

But Aizawa already felt grounded.

 

And Izuku, chewing contentedly beside him with those dark marks hidden beneath his shirt like secrets just for them, looked every bit the reason why.

 

 

Chapter 36: Ch.36

Teacher's lounge 

 

The walk to the teacher's lounge was quiet and uneventful, just how Aizawa preferred it. Izuku stayed close, steps perfectly matched with his own, the invisible chain between them tugging now and then as they moved through the quiet morning halls.

 

The moment they stepped into the lounge, Aizawa made a direct line for the coffee machine. The lights above were still dim, and the room had that particular stillness of early morning, peaceful, but temporary.

 

He poured himself a half cup of strong black coffee, just enough to take the edge off his lingering exhaustion. Then he reached for a wooden stir stick, gave the coffee a lazy swirl, and, without hesitation, brought the stick to his mouth to chew on.

 

His jaw worked steadily as he sipped the hot drink, the familiar texture of the wood grounding him more than the caffeine ever could. He’d long since stopped pretending it wasn’t an oral fixation. 

 

Izuku stood close at his side, quiet, radiating warmth through the bond. Calm, content. Watching but not intruding.

 

Then the door creaked open, and with it came Hizashi’s familiar voice.

 

“Morning, kitty cat squad!” he called, already halfway across the room.

 

Aizawa didn’t even look up.

 

Hizashi’s gaze immediately fell on the stir stick in Aizawa’s mouth, but instead of his usual teasing, he just leaned on the counter beside him and said, “You know, Sho… you could always get a tongue ring.”

 

Aizawa gave him a sidelong glance. “No.”

 

“It’s discreet,” Hizashi offered casually, voice low and unbothered. “And it’d keep you from chewing through all the stir sticks before noon. No one would have to know but us.”

 

Aizawa didn’t respond right away. Just chewed on the stick a little slower, thoughtful. Hizashi wasn’t wrong. He rarely was when it came to him.

 

Still, Aizawa only said, “You’re not subtle.”

 

“I’m being very subtle,” Hizashi grinned, eyes bright but gentle. “I didn’t say where you should get one. But I know you, Sho. You like your habits quiet.”

 

Aizawa drained the last of his coffee and stared ahead like the universe was personally testing his patience.

 

He didn’t say yes.

 

But he didn’t say no.

 

Hizashi smiled knowingly.

 

And beside him, Izuku remained quiet, but the bond buzzed with amusement and interest, tucked between their shoulders like a warm, pulsing secret.

 

Aizawa chewed the stir stick just a little longer.

 

Aizawa then sipped his coffee in slow, deliberate swallows, letting the familiar bitterness anchor him. The stir stick stayed between his teeth, shifting with each subtle grind of his jaw. It was a mindless habit now, grounding, familiar, quiet. Just enough pressure to keep his thoughts from drifting too far.

 

Beside him, the bond glowed faintly, Izuku's emotional presence was soft and warm. Still relaxed, but with that crackling thread of anticipation winding slowly through it. Excitement. Curiosity. Something else, unspoken but clear.

 

Aizawa could feel it pulsing against his own emotional rhythms.

 

Izuku’s voice was gentle, still tinged with morning hush. “What time do your classes end today, yamada?”

 

Hizashi, ever dramatic, groaned and flopped slightly across the counter. “Straight through to lunch. Heroics and Support first, then one more after. But I’ve got a break after lunch. Why?”

 

“Just wondering if you and Sho had any overlapping time off today,” Izuku said softly, eyes flicking from Hizashi to Aizawa, then down again, cheeks lightly flushed.

 

Aizawa’s eyebrow twitched up. “Why?”

 

Hizashi caught on immediately. “Because someone could get that tongue ring we talked about,” he said smoothly. “Clean place, fast, no appointment needed. You’re free after second period. I’ve got time after lunch. Seems like fate.”

 

Aizawa chewed slowly on the stir stick and stared into his coffee.

 

It wasn’t the worst idea. He’d admit that much. The fixation had been stronger lately, an itch at the back of his teeth, a need for something in his mouth to occupy him when his hands were busy and his patience was wearing thin. Stir sticks worked. But barely.

 

Still. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of body modifications. But before he could respond, Hizashi pressed on, voice softening as it often did when he was truly being earnest.

 

“I’m not trying to push you, Sho. I just know you. You like pressure, texture. It might help. And no one else has to know. It can be just for you.”

 

That gave Aizawa pause.

 

That kind of discretion, quiet, controlled, just his, was something he respected. Something he needed, sometimes.

 

Then Izuku tilted his head toward him.

 

“I mean... if it helps you feel better,” he said gently. “I think it’s a good idea.”

 

Then came the real blow.

 

Izuku looked up, lashes soft, green eyes wide, hopeful and warm.

 

“Please?”

 

Aizawa blinked.

 

Something inside him melted and shifted all at once. Not because of the words. But because of him.

 

Because Izuku trusted him enough to ask.

 

Because Izuku thought of him, always and never once made him feel like a burden.

 

Because Izuku looked at him like Aizawa was worthy of love.

 

And because even if he wasn’t, Aizawa would make himself worthy, every damn day, just to keep that look in Izuku’s eyes.

 

He sighed, slow and heavy, and set his coffee down.

 

“Fine,” he muttered, voice quiet. “But only because you asked.”

 

Izuku beamed, an expression so brilliant Aizawa felt it in his chest.

 

And Hizashi, smug as ever, punched the air. “Knew it. You’re whipped.”

 

Aizawa didn’t argue. He just took Izuku’s hand and held it gently.

 

Because yeah, he was. He would do anything for his kitten.

 

Aizawa let go of Izuku’s hand slowly and reached for his coffee, the cup comfortably warm in his grasp. He brought it to his lips, taking a quiet sip, savoring the bitter edge as it curled down his throat and settled in his chest. It didn’t shake off the morning grogginess completely, but it helped.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Izuku pull out his phone and start typing. Fast. Focused. Hizashi leaned over without hesitation, clearly invited into the silent conversation, and began tapping a response. The two of them traded messages back and forth, screen lighting up with every exchange.

 

Aizawa didn’t ask.

 

He didn’t need to.

 

He could feel it, that emotion rising from Izuku through the bond. Light, fluttery, unmistakably curious. And layered under it, warm and steady: arousal/lust. Faint but building. The heat behind anticipation.

 

He let the hum of it linger against his awareness, but only distantly. He wasn’t tuned into them right now. His mind was somewhere else entirely.

 

I would do anything for him.

 

The thought landed again, quiet, steady and this time, he didn’t look away from it.

 

A few days ago, the idea would’ve terrified him. Hell, it had. He’d clung to walls and habits, convinced himself that getting close was dangerous, that letting someone in like this would only end in regret. He’d been prepared to keep Izuku at arm’s length, even with the chain, especially with the bond.

 

And now?

 

Now he was seriously considering getting a tongue ring because it might help him focus better. Because Izuku had asked. Because Hizashi had nudged him with a knowing look and hadn’t mocked or pushed.

 

Because part of him wanted to.

 

'It’s discreet,' he thought. 'Functional. Private. No one needed to see it. It didn’t have to be for show. It could be... just for him. Or for Izuku.'

 

He took another sip of coffee, jaw shifting slightly as he rolled the stir stick between his teeth, and felt that now familiar itch, pressure, texture, the need for something to center on when his mind threatened to splinter.

 

I’ve been worse lately, he admitted to himself. Grinding more. Chewing more. That damn habit’s getting harder to ignore.

 

He exhaled through his nose and watched Izuku laugh at something Hizashi typed. His smile was unguarded, lips parted, eyes soft with light. It hit Aizawa like a sucker punch, how beautiful he looked in that moment.

 

And how easy it was to give him things. How good it felt to try.

 

I’d get the piercing if it meant he looked at me like that again.

 

Not even hesitation. Just fact.

 

His fingers tightened faintly on the coffee cup, not hard enough to crack it, but enough to feel grounded again.

 

Maybe when they visited Recovery Girl later, he’d ask. Slip the question in casually. She’d understand. She always did.

 

His eyes drifted back to Izuku and Hizashi, still texting, still smirking at each other like they were planning something. Probably were. The bond was still thrumming with a steady undercurrent of desire.

 

Aizawa didn’t even bother trying to be annoyed.

 

'I’m not sure what they’re plotting. Doesn’t really matter.'

 

He swallowed another sip of coffee.

 

'If it’s for him, I’ll say yes.'

 

He knew it already. And maybe that should scare him. But it didn’t. Not anymore.

 

Tattoo and piercing shop 

 

The bell above the door chimed with a low ding as they stepped inside.

 

Aizawa’s eyes adjusted quickly to the change in lighting, dim, warm tones, clean metal glinting from glass displays along the walls. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air beneath the sharper tang of rubbing alcohol and metal polish. It was just past noon, the shop was freshly opened, and the space was quiet except for the soft hum of a low playlist playing behind the counter.

 

Izuku was at his side, close as always, the invisible chain tugging faintly with every step. They walked in together, shoulder to shoulder, zashi just ahead of them with a cocky bounce in his step.

 

They’d barely made it past the doorway when a woman behind the desk looked up from her tablet, raised a brow, and said flatly, “Sorry, we don’t do piercings for minors without guardian consent.”

 

Aizawa didn’t even pause. “There’s a binding quirk. Police have the records.”

 

That was it. Calm. Final.

 

The woman looked at him, then at Izuku, then at the space between their wrists where the chain shimmered faintly, still invisible to the eye, but she seemed to understand enough not to question it further.

 

She gave a slow shrug. “Alright. What are you here for?”

 

Before Aizawa could speak, zashi cut in, far too pleased with himself.

 

“He’s getting a tongue ring,” he said brightly, jerking a thumb at Aizawa like he’d just won a prize.

 

Aizawa blinked. “Apparently.”

 

“Apparently?” zashi grinned. “You already said yes, Sho.”

 

Izuku glanced between them, smiling, the bond practically radiating warmth and excitement.

 

Aizawa exhaled slowly, crossing his arms. “Still not sure how this became my afternoon.”

 

“Because you love us,” zashi teased. “And because chewing on stir sticks in front of impressionable students isn’t exactly a professional look.”

 

The woman chuckled under her breath, already turning back to her screen typing before looking back up. The woman then nodded. “One tongue piercing. We’ll call you back in a few.”

 

Aizawa gave a short nod and stepped aside. Izuku remained beside him, buzzing with anticipation. He could feel it in the bond, soft arousal, focused energy, the thrum of something playful but sincere.

 

A few minutes later, the receptionist called Aizawa’s name.

 

He gave Izuku’s hand a brief squeeze before they followed the piercer through the hallway together. The bond between them pulsed steady, soft excitement, curiosity, something warm and quietly electric. Zashi gave them a two finger salute from the waiting area with a wink and a barely suppressed grin.

 

The piercing room was small and clean, walls lined with glossy black tiles and framed sterilization certificates. The scent of alcohol and latex hung faintly in the air. Aizawa stepped inside first, Izuku right behind him, never more than a few feet away, bound both by the invisible chain and something deeper.

 

The piercer, a broad shouldered man with tattoos peeking from beneath his sleeves, glanced between them but didn’t comment. “You’re the one getting pierced, yeah?” he asked Aizawa, already snapping on gloves.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Alright. Any allergies or medical conditions?”

 

“No,” Aizawa answered again, his voice even.

 

“Cool. Hop up on the chair. You’re getting your tongue pierced, standard center placement?”

 

Aizawa nodded once, already lowering himself into the reclining chair.

 

Izuku stood nearby, just out of reach, watching with wide eyes. His fingers fidgeted near the hem of his shirt, but there was no fear in his expression. Just focus. Anticipation. Fascination.

 

The piercer turned to a tray already prepped with forceps, a needle, and a small stud. “I’ll have you rinse with this first,” he said, handing Aizawa a small plastic cup of antiseptic.

 

Aizawa swished, spat, then leaned back. The bond buzzed gently. Izuku’s emotions sharpened the moment the forceps touched Aizawa’s tongue, clamping down with practiced gentleness to hold it steady.

 

Aizawa kept his breathing even.

 

Then came the needle.

 

Sharp, smooth, and done in one clean motion.

 

There was no real pain. A tight pinch. A rush of heat. Then pressure as the jewelry slid into place.

 

But it wasn’t the physical sensation that caught Aizawa’s full attention, it was the emotional echo from Izuku.

 

Through the bond, Izuku’s excitement spiked, edged with something low and hot. A pulse of pleasure, small but undeniable. He liked it, the pain.

 

Aizawa’s lashes dropped slightly, mind clicking that piece into place. Noted. Understood.

 

He didn’t judge it. He didn’t even find it surprising, exactly.

 

Just important.

 

When the piercer stepped back, adjusting the bead to finish the placement, Aizawa glanced over at Izuku. His boyfriend’s face was flushed, his breathing soft, and his eyes locked on Aizawa’s mouth like it held gravity.

 

Aizawa accepted the mirror, tilting his head slightly to look. The stud was small and silver, centered cleanly. Discreet.

 

He gave a quiet hum of approval.

 

“Looks good,” Izuku said, voice a little breathless.

 

The bond flared again, warm, thrilled, just a little needy.

 

Aizawa stood up, testing the feel of it as he moved his tongue. Strange. Not painful. Just... new. He glanced down at Izuku, who was already watching him with eyes like the edge of a storm.

 

Aizawa licked his lips slowly.

 

Izuku made a sound in his throat and looked away quickly.

 

The piercer then gave a few final instructions, ice, no spicy food, no kissing for a few days and Aizawa nodded like he hadn’t already memorized the care sheet.

 

But just as he turned to leave, the man paused.

 

“You want me to use my quirk before you go?” he asked casually, already peeling off his gloves. “I’m registered. It’s a minor healing quirk, helps with inflammation, seals the tissue faster. Speeds up the healing process, and will be fully healed in a couple hours.”

 

Aizawa hesitated for half a second, then gave a short nod. “That would be appreciated.”

 

The man held two fingers up, a faint blue light sparking between them, and gently brushed the air near Aizawa’s jaw. The sensation was barely there, cool, like mist curling through the skin and then it was gone. Just a faint pulse of energy, soothing and efficient.

 

“There. Still follow the aftercare instructions, but it should settle faster now.”

 

Aizawa nodded again, quietly impressed. “Thank you.”

 

“No problem,” the man said with a grin. “You’re all set.”

 

As they turned to leave, Aizawa reached for Izuku’s hand again.

 

They paid at the front, Izuku still holding tightly to Aizawa’s hand, the bond between them purring with low, heated contentment. zashi was waiting outside the shop door, bouncing on his toes, grin already forming.

 

Aizawa stepped through the threshold with Izuku still beside him, tongue slightly sore, thoughts slightly louder.

 

And the day, somehow, had only just begun.

 

 

Chapter 37: Ch.37

Dorms

 

The dorm was slowly growing quieter, the once busy chatter fading into the muffled hum of rolling suitcases and front doors clicking shut behind departing students. It had been a chaotic evening, everyone packing, laughing, darting in and out of rooms but now the energy was settling, leaving behind the kind of silence that only comes when too many voices have left at once.

 

Izuku sat with his legs tucked beneath him on the common room couch, shoulder pressed lightly against Aizawa’s side. His boyfriend. His. That word still made his heart flip if he thought it about it too hard.

 

Aizawa hadn’t said much as they sat, but his presence was constant, quiet and grounding, his arm resting along the back of the couch behind Izuku, the invisible chain between their wrists a faint weight and a familiar comfort. The bond itself pulsed with something low and warm. Steady. Calm.

 

Izuku’s eyes wandered to the dorm entrance, where students were trickling out in small groups. Mina called out a loud “See you Monday night!” before blowing a kiss toward the room and vanishing through the elevator with her suitcase rattling behind her. Iida followed shortly after, rattling off last minute reminders about safety and schedules to anyone who would listen. Kaminari left with Sero and Jirou, whispering something to her on the way out that made her punch him in the arm before she rolled her eyes and followed.

 

The common room slowly emptied, the echo of goodbyes still lingering in the air like smoke after fireworks.

 

Izuku lifted a hand in a small wave here and there, his smile soft and genuine but there was a part of him that curled in a little, watching everyone go. It wasn’t sadness, exactly. Not quite. Just a quiet ache in his chest he didn’t entirely know how to name.

 

He looked around.

 

Still no sign of Todoroki or Shinso.

 

They’re probably hiding, he thought, a small amused smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Waiting until everyone’s gone so no one asks questions.

 

He got it. If he were in their shoes, he might do the same. The dorm might’ve been filled with friends and classmates, but privacy was another matter entirely. Especially when staying behind during break meant something personal… something no one really wanted to explain.

 

The last door closed with a soft click.

 

And suddenly, the dorm was quiet.

 

Really quiet.

 

Izuku let out a slow breath, his body relaxing more fully against Aizawa’s side. The warmth radiating through the bond was soft and affectionate, brushing against his thoughts like a cat curling around his ankles. He tilted his head just enough to look up, his gaze drawn to Aizawa’s profile.

 

He’s really here. We’re really here. Together.

 

It still felt surreal. Like the world had turned itself inside out in the best possible way. Just a few days ago, Izuku had been keeping his feelings tucked away, thinking them foolish, hopeless, admiration from afar, admiration that had slowly become something deeper, messier, more dangerous.

 

And now... Aizawa was beside him.

 

Touching him.

 

Choosing him.

 

Izuku smiled softly, lowering his gaze to their hands resting side by side. They weren’t holding hands at the moment, but they didn’t have to. The bond was a constant connection. He could feel Aizawa’s presence through it like a second heartbeat, calm, steady, a little tired maybe, but... there.

 

And just for a moment, the emptiness he’d felt watching the others leave faded away.

 

They weren’t alone.

 

Not really.

 

Not when they had each other.

 

Not when there was still a quiet weekend ahead, just the five of them on campus. And mostly, just the two, maybe three, of them.

 

Izuku leaned slightly, pressing his head gently to Aizawa’s shoulder. The motion was barely noticeable, but the bond brightened at the contact, responding like sunlight catching on still water.

 

He didn’t get to think on it much longer.

 

Not even five minutes after the last student had stepped out, the dorm door swung open again with a cheerful click and walked in Hizashi, flanked by Shinso and Todoroki, all three carrying takeout bags that filled the room with warm, mouthwatering scents.

 

Izuku sat up a little straighter where he’d been nestled beside Aizawa, a smile already forming on his face. He and Aizawa had been more relaxed than usual all day, still moving in sync, still bound by the invisible chain between them, but it had been a different kind of quiet. Easier. Lighter. The kind of calm that comes after a storm has passed, where everything’s finally starting to settle.

 

“Dinner’s here!” Hizashi announced brightly. “Nothing says first night of freedom like soy glazed carbs.”

 

Shinso lifted his own bag. “Still hot.”

 

“And from the place Kaminari wouldn't shut up about,” Todoroki added calmly, his contribution as straightforward as ever.

 

Izuku’s stomach made an eager little twist of anticipation as they all gathered around the table. Aizawa moved with him without hesitation, their steps naturally in sync. Soon the five of them were seated, Todoroki, Shinso, Hizashi, Aizawa, and Izuku, boxes opening, drinks passed around, steam rising in gentle curls between them.

 

The atmosphere was easy, even a little giddy in its own subdued way. No rush, no schedule. Just takeout and quiet company.

 

“So,” Shinso began, his voice casual but his smirk anything but, “did you like your gift bag?”

 

Izuku’s face warmed, his fingers stilling on the edge of his food container, but the smile on his face was unmistakable.

 

Hizashi leaned in with a wide grin. “Oh yeah. I’d say it landed exactly the way we hoped.”

 

“Color me not surprised,” Shinso said, reaching for his drink. “I added the tail.”

 

Todoroki, mid bite, looked up with a nod. “I chose the collars.”

 

“I picked the skirt,” Hizashi chimed in, still way too proud of himself. “And you’re very welcome.”

 

Izuku let out a helpless laugh, pressing a hand over his mouth as if that might hide the bright flush in his cheeks. The warmth he felt beside him only deepened as Aizawa shifted slightly, quiet and amused.

 

“I didn’t yell,” Aizawa said flatly, sipping from his drink. “That’s the most you’re going to get.”

 

Shinso smirked. “Didn’t need to yell. Your silence said plenty.”

 

Todoroki blinked. “So you liked it.”

 

Aizawa gave a long. suffering sigh.

 

Hizashi snorted into his soda, then casually added, “Honestly, the whole dorm should be grateful these rooms are soundproofed.”

 

Izuku choked.

 

“Zashi!” he hissed, his face burning as he curled slightly toward Aizawa in flustered horror but even he couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He was already laughing, even as he tried to hide it.

 

“Hey, I didn’t say who,” Hizashi said innocently. “Just speaking facts.”

 

Shinso shrugged, unapologetic. “He’s not wrong.”

 

Todoroki nodded. “It was considerate.”

 

Izuku let out a weak groan and buried his face in Aizawa’s sleeve. “This is bullying.”

 

Aizawa patted his shoulder like he was soothing a kitten, his voice unreadable, but his eyes fond. His presence was steady, grounding, and Izuku leaned into it without hesitation.

 

They finished eating, but no one rushed to move.

 

The living room lights were low, casting the space in a cozy, golden hue, and the scattered takeout containers gave off the faintest scent of lingering spice and warm soy. The laughter from earlier had mellowed into softer conversation, the kind of easy, unhurried talk that only came when no one had anywhere else they needed to be.

 

Izuku leaned against the armrest of the couch, one leg curled beneath him, the other brushing against Aizawa’s where they sat side by side. The contact was steady, grounding, just like the bond that pulsed between them. He could feel Aizawa’s presence as clearly as the beat of his own heart: warm, calm, faintly amused. It made Izuku want to melt a little further into the cushions.

 

Todoroki was sitting cross legged on the floor, picking the last grains of rice from his bowl with slow, thoughtful precision. Shinso had kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, his empty container balanced precariously on one knee while he casually poked Todoroki with the edge of a fortune cookie. Hizashi had claimed the oversized armchair nearby, one leg draped over the side like he owned the whole building, grinning as he scrolled through his phone and half listened to the others talk.

 

They weren’t buzzing with nervous energy like they usually were. No stress, no noise, no deadlines. Just the five of them, tucked away from the world, letting the night breathe around them.

 

It felt safe.

 

Izuku didn’t remember the last time he’d felt this... still.

 

“We should make breakfast together tomorrow,” Hizashi said after a beat, stretching both arms up with a soft groan. “Real breakfast. With pancakes and eggs and something other than caffeine and vending machine snacks.”

 

“Coffee still included, though, right?” Shinso asked dryly.

 

“Obviously. I’m not a monster.”

 

“I like that plan,” Izuku murmured, smiling to himself. “Pancakes sound good.”

 

“I’ll make them,” Todoroki added quietly, glancing up. “I practiced.”

 

That got a few surprised looks.

 

“You practiced pancakes?” Shinso blinked.

 

“For a weekend like this,” Todoroki said simply, and Izuku’s chest warmed a little at the thought. He hadn’t realized how much the idea of a shared breakfast meant until now.

 

“We’ll cook together,” Hizashi nodded. “Team bonding, family style.”

 

Izuku let his head tip toward Aizawa, who hadn't said much but hadn't moved away either. He was watching the group with half lidded eyes, content and quiet, the bond steady as ever. His presence wasn’t loud, but it didn’t have to be. It filled the space beside Izuku like gravity, constant and unshakable.

 

As the minutes passed and the food settled, people began shifting, stretching, yawning, tossing empty boxes into the trash. The soft lull of the evening hadn’t vanished, just turned into something sleepier, heavier. The kind of silence that told you it was okay to rest now.

 

They lingered in it for a while.

 

Eventually, Todoroki stood, brushing crumbs off his pants. Shinso followed with a groan and a stretch of his arms overhead. There was no conversation about where they were going, just a nod between them, an unspoken agreement as they headed down the hall toward Shinso’s room.

 

“Night,” Shinso muttered over his shoulder. “Try not to do anything too unprofessional.”

 

“Shota’s incapable of that,” Hizashi quipped, already rising to his feet.

 

Izuku flushed a little but smiled. “See you in the morning.”

 

Todoroki nodded once. Shinso tossed a lazy wave, and then they were gone, footsteps fading into the quiet of the dorm hallway.

 

Hizashi turned toward the elevator, jerking his head upward with a grin. “Alright, boys. Let’s go upstairs and get comfortable.”

 

Izuku felt the pull in the bond before the steps even started. Aizawa stood beside him, brushing their hands together before beginning to walk, and Izuku followed without question.

 

Their room is upstairs now. Shared. A fact that still settled strange and wonderful in his chest every time he remembered. It was a little surreal, how much had changed, how fast. But every time he looked at Aizawa, steady and close, none of it felt wrong. It felt... right. Easy.

 

As the elevator doors closed behind them, and the dorm floor grew quiet once again, Izuku leaned lightly into Aizawa’s side till the elevator doors opened and they were home.

 

Aizawa sank onto the couch with practiced ease, settling into the cushions with Izuku naturally moving with him, never more than a breath away, as always. The invisible bond between their wrists pulled gently, never letting them drift more than three feet apart, not that either of them ever really tried. Not anymore.

 

Zashi lounged nearby in the armchair, one leg slung over the arm, smug grin firmly in place. He watched the two of them with open amusement, ruby eyes glinting in the low light of the room. The upper dorm was quiet around them, warm and private, the floor lamp casting long shadows against the walls. Upstairs, behind closed doors, the rest of the world could wait.

 

Aizawa glanced at Izuku beside him, nervous, excited, clearly sitting on something.

 

So he asked, voice low but amused, “Are you going to tell me what the two of you have been planning all day, or do I have to start guessing?”

 

Izuku’s cheeks bloomed pink, his hands twisting in his lap. Zashi grinned wider, like a fox about to cause trouble.

 

“Nope,” he said cheerfully. “Still a surprise. Izuku wants to try something. I’m just here to make sure it goes smoothly. Moral support and all that.”

 

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. “He needed backup?”

 

Zashi shrugged one shoulder. “Sometimes it helps knowing someone else has your back when you’re about to do something new. You of all people should know that.”

 

The bond flared lightly between Aizawa and Izuku, nerves, anticipation, something warm and laced with longing. Aizawa didn’t push. He didn’t need to. He could feel how important this was to Izuku just through the thread that bound them.

 

Zashi leaned forward, clapping his hands once with a grin. “Alright! Sho, brush your teeth, go pee, and put on your softest pajama pants. Izuku’s doing the same. When you're both ready, come back and sit.”

 

Izuku was already up, barely a step away thanks to the bond, grabbing his change of clothes and practically bolting toward the bathroom with a stammered “Okay!”

 

Aizawa sighed, but stood as well. “You’re very pushy for someone not in charge.”

 

Zashi beamed. “That’s why it works.”

 

The chain tugged lightly as Aizawa followed Izuku into the bathroom space, waiting outside while his boyfriend changed quickly. They swapped places after that, Izuku sticking close while Aizawa brushed his teeth and changed into clean, comfortable pajama pants.

 

They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.

 

The bond between them pulsed, gentle, steady, carrying undercurrents of excitement and something deeper.

 

By the time they returned to the couch, Zashi was already waiting, legs crossed and clearly thrilled. Izuku sat quickly, nervously tugging at the hem of his shirt. Aizawa followed, not pushing, just watching his boyfriend with quiet patience.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 38: Ch.38

Zashi leaned forward in his chair, his gaze sharp and intent on the two sitting before him on the couch. "Strip," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. "I want to see all of you."

 

Aizawa and Izuku exchanged a glance, a spark of anticipation passing between them. They both rose from the couch, Aizawa moving with a fluid grace, Izuku with a nervous energy that made him fidget.

 

They peeled off their pajama pants, revealing bare skin and hardening erections. Aizawa's penis jutted out from a sparse patch of dark hair, already half hard and leaking at the tip. He was a solid eight and a half inches, thick and heavy in his hand. Izuku's was smaller, but no less impressive. He was just over eight inches, lean and elegant, a perfect complement to Aizawa's more robust form.

 

Zashi drank in the sight of them, his eyes roaming over every inch of exposed flesh. "Good," he purred. "Now, Izuku, come kneel between Sho's legs on the pillow I've provided."

 

Izuku obeyed, moving to kneel on the plush pillow Zashi had set out for him. Zashi reached over and gently fastened a pair of black cat ear clips into Izuku's hair, completing the pet persona they had agreed upon. He then produced a sleek black leather collar, securing it snugly around Izuku's neck. 

 

"Now then," Zashi said, turning his attention back to the two. "Just look at him, Izuku. Take in every detail. Memorize the way he looks right now, flushed and wanting."

 

Izuku nodded, his gaze raking over Aizawa's body. Aizawa felt the heat of it, searing into his skin like a brand.

 

"Touch him," Zashi said. "Lightly, just to start. Let him feel your appreciation."

 

Izuku reached out hesitantly, his fingers skimming over Aizawa's thighs, his hips, his stomach. Aizawa shuddered at the contact, goosebumps breaking out across his flesh.

 

"Like this?" Izuku asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

"Exactly like that," Zashi replied. "Worship him with your hands. Let him feel how much you desire him."

 

Izuku continued his ministrations, his touch growing bolder with each passing moment. He traced the ridges of Aizawa's abs, the cut of his hips, the flared head of his dick.

 

Aizawa bit back a groan, his hips twitching as Izuku's fingers grazed his sensitive flesh. He could feel Izuku's awe, his wonder, his burning need. It mirrored his own, their bond amplifying every sensation until he felt like he might burst from it.

 

"See how he responds to you?" Zashi murmured. "Your touch ignites him. You have that power over him."

 

Izuku looked up at Aizawa then, a smile playing about his lips. There was a new confidence there, a hunger that made Aizawa's blood sing.

 

"Tell me what you want," Zashi prompted. "Tell Izuku exactly what you need."

 

Aizawa swallowed hard, gathering his thoughts. "I want your mouth on me," he rasped. "I want to feel your lips, your tongue, your teeth. I want you to make me yours."

 

Aizawa's breath hitched as he felt Izuku's warm breath ghost over his sensitive flesh. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, his dick throbbing in time with his racing heart.

 

Then, Izuku's tongue flicked out, lapping at the bead of pre cum that had gathered at Aizawa's tip. It was a feather light touch, barely there, but it sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Aizawa's body.

 

"Good kitten," Aizawa praised, his voice low and rough with desire. "Just like that."

 

Izuku's eyes flicked up to meet Aizawa's, dark with lust and framed by long lashes. There was a glint of mischief there, a challenge. Izuku's tongue swirled around the head of Aizawa's cock, tracing the ridge and dipping into the slit.

 

Aizawa groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Careful," he warned, "or I might not be able to hold back."

 

Zashi tsked, his hand coming down on Aizawa's hip in a firm warning. "Patience," he chided. "Let Izuku set the pace."

 

Aizawa gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust into the welcoming heat of Izuku's mouth. He could feel Zashi's will pressing down on him, commanding obedience. He stilled, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back.

 

Izuku took the opportunity to explore further, his tongue tracing the throbbing veins that ran along the underside of Aizawa's shaft. He lapped at the sensitive skin, worshipping every inch with a reverence that made Aizawa's chest swell with pride.

 

"good boy," Aizawa purred, reaching out to stroke Izuku's hair. "My perfect desperate little kitten."

 

Izuku's cheeks flushed at the praise, his eyes sliding shut in bliss. He parted his lips wider, taking Aizawa's dick into the wet heat of his mouth.

 

Aizawa's head fell back against the couch, a low moan escaping his lips as he felt Izuku's lips stretch around him. It was heaven, pure and simple. The slide of Izuku's tongue, the gentle suction, the way he seemed to instinctively know just how to touch him.

 

"Just like that," Aizawa encouraged, his voice barely above a whisper. "Take me deep, kitten. Show me how much you want it."

 

Izuku complied, his head bobbing as he took Aizawa deeper into his throat. The sensation was incredible, like nothing Aizawa had ever experienced before. It was as if every nerve ending in his body was firing at once, sending jolts of pleasure zinging through his veins.

 

Aizawa could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, his balls drawing up tight against his body. He was close, so close, but he didn't want this to end. He wanted to stay suspended in this moment forever, lost in the perfection of Izuku's touch.

 

Zashi seemed to sense his impending orgasm, his hand coming down on Aizawa's stomach in a sharp slap. "No," he commanded. "Not yet. Hold back for me."

 

Aizawa shuddered, his teeth digging into his lower lip as he fought against the urge to cum. He focused on his breathing, on the sensation of Izuku's hair beneath his fingers, on anything other than the intense pleasure coursing through his body.

 

Izuku seemed to sense his struggle, doubling his efforts. He sucked harder, faster, his head a blur of motion as he worked Aizawa's dick in and out of his mouth.

 

Aizawa could feel the pleasure building again, more intense than before. His hips bucked of their own accord, seeking more of that delicious friction.

 

"Please," he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "I can't,  I need ..."

 

Zashi was there in an instant, his hand wrapping around Aizawa's throat in a possessive grip. "You'll cum when I say you can cum," he growled. "Not a second sooner."

 

Aizawa whimpered, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the pressure building again. He was balanced on a knife's edge, teetering on the brink of oblivion.

 

And then, mercifully, Zashi gave the word. "Cum," he commanded. "Now."

 

Aizawa obeyed, his body seizing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. He came hard, his cock pulsing as it emptied itself into Izuku's waiting mouth.

 

Izuku swallowed it all, his throat working as he drank down every last drop. izuku was shaking from his own orgasm as he held Aizawa through it all, his hands gentle but shaky on Aizawa's thighs, his mouth never leaving Aizawa's pulsing member.

 

Zashi watched them with a mix of pride and anticipation, waiting for the right moment to speak. "Now," he said finally, his voice low and filled with promise. "Let's see just how far we can go."

 

Zashi knelt beside Izuku, his dominant presence filling the room. With a firm hand on the back of Izuku's head, he guided the submissive boy's movements, dictating the pace and depth of Izuku's oral attentions on Aizawa's throbbing appendage.

 

Aizawa gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily as he felt Izuku's throat spasm around his head. The sensation was erotic, made even more intense by the quirk that allowed them to share their pleasure in real time.

 

"Such a good boy," Aizawa encouraged, his voice strained with effort as he fought against the urge to thrust into Izuku's willing mouth. "Sucking me so well, kitten."

 

Izuku desperate to please, his head slowly falling as he took Aizawa deeper his noise hitting pubic hairs as he felt the tip twitch deep in his pulsing throat. 

 

Zashi watched with a mix of pride and anticipation, his hand never leaving the back of Izuku's head. "That's it," he praised, his voice low and authoritative. "Take every inch like a good boy."

 

Aizawa could feel the pressure building in his lower abdomen, his balls drawing up tight. He was close, so very close, but he didn't want this to stop. 

 

Zashi senseing his impending orgasm, his grip on Izuku's hair tightening. "Not yet," he commanded. "Hold back for me."

 

Aizawa whimpered, trying to focus on his ragged breathing, on the sensation of Izuku's  gorgeous eyes staring up at him haft lidded, on anything other than the intense pleasure coursing through his shaking body.

 

"Look at you two, all desperate and needy. I love seeing my boys so worked up. But you'll have to beg a little better than that if you want to cum." Zashi teased.

 

 

"Fuck, Izuku's little mouth feels so good around my cock... I'm trying not to cum, master please can we cum." Aizawa moaned.

 

Aizawa gripped the couch cushions tightly, his abs flexing as he fought the urge to thrust into Izuku's hot, wet mouth. Pre cum leaked steadily from his throbbing tip as Izuku bobbed up and down, tongue swirling skillfully.

 

"Please zashi, please let me cum!" Aizawa whined, not caring how pathetic he sounded. His balls ached with the need for release. "I'm begging you..."

 

Izuku moaned around Aizawa's dick, sending delicious vibrations through him. It took every ounce of Aizawa's willpower to not buck his hips and explode down his boy's throat. He glanced pleadingly at Zashi, silently begging for mercy.

 

But he just smirked and said, "Not yet. Suck harder, Izuku. Make Sho feel really good but don't let him finish."

 

Izuku obediently took Aizawa deeper, saliva dripping down his chin. Aizawa let out a guttural moan, trying desperately to keep it together. The pleasure was almost too intense. He was so close to the edge.

 

Just a little more... Just a little more...

 

"You may cum now." Zashi finally said.

 

The words had barely left his lips before Aizawa was crying out, as he spilled his hot seed directly into his boy's eager mouth. His vision went white with the force of his orgasm. not realizing izuku was cuming as well.

 

Aizawa slumped back against the couch, chest heaving. His entire body felt like jelly, pleasure still coursing through him. He could feel Izuku's satisfaction.

 

Aizawa was completely spent, his body heavy and limp as he lounged against the couch. The intense pleasure from his earlier orgasms still coursed through his veins, leaving him blissfully satisfied and utterly exhausted.

 

He watched as Zashi gently guided Izuku to sit beside him, the smaller male cuddling up to his side with a content sigh. Aizawa reached out, running his fingers through Izuku's soft hair in a soothing gesture.

 

Zashi himself was also relaxed, one hand idly playing with Izuku's hair while the other rested on Aizawa's upper thigh. The silence was comfortable, the two basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure.

 

But even in his sated state, Aizawa couldn't help but feel a slight stirring of arousal at the sight of his kitten so pliant and needy. He knew Izuku could likely take one more orgasm before being fully spent.

 

As if reading his thoughts, Zashi suddenly moved, stepping behind the couch. Aizawa felt Zashi's fingers threading through his hair, a soothing touch that sent a shiver down his spine.

 

"Zashi?" Izuku asked softly, turning to look up at zashi's face with sleepy eyes. "What are you doing?"

 

"Shh, just relax," Zashi murmured, his deep voice sending warmth through Aizawa. He could feel Zashi's breath against his ear, the small touch making his oversensitive body tingle.

 

Zashi's other hand moved to Izuku's hair, stroking gently as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Izuku's head. "You've been such good boys for me today," Zashi praised, his fingers continuing their soothing caresses. "I just want to show you how proud I am of you."

 

Aizawa let out a soft hum at the words, leaning into the touch. He knew their quirk bond amplified every sensation, the pleasure, the pain, the overwhelming bliss of their shared orgasms. But they had taken it all so well, submitting to Zashi's will and their own desires.

 

"You've both taken your orgasms so well," Zashi continued, his voice low and rumbly. "So perfectly. I know it must have been intense with your quirk. But you endured so beautifully."

 

Izuku couldn't help but preen at the words, a pleased smile tugging at his lips. He knew their quirk bond made their encounters all the more intense and intimate.

 

Before they could make their way to the bedroom, Zashi suddenly asked, "Do you think you could cum again for me, boys?"

 

Izuku mumbled a soft affirmation, his eyes half lidded with exhaustion. Aizawa felt a renewed surge of arousal at the thought, his spent penis twitching with renewed interest.

 

Without warning, Zashi reached out, gripping both their hair firmly. With a sudden yank, he pulled their heads back, forcing them to arch into the painful yet pleasurable stretch.

 

Aizawa cried out at the sharp sting, his body responding instantly to the rough treatment. He could feel Izuku's matching cry of surprise and pleasure beside him, their sensations mingling together through their quirk bond.

 

Zashi held them there for a moment, letting them feel the exquisite pain and pleasure of the position. Then, with a final rough tug, he released them.

 

The sudden lack of stimulation sent Aizawa tumbling over the edge, his orgasm crashing through him with intense force. He could feel Izuku coming undone beside him, their shared ecstasy magnified by their quirk bond.

 

It was over almost as soon as it began, the quick orgasm leaving them both trembling and gasping for breath. 

 

Zashi chuckled, giving their hair one last ruffle before straightening up. "I think it's time for bed," he announced, his hands moving to Aizawa and Izuku's shoulders. "We could all use a good night's sleep after all that."

 

Aizawa let Zashi guide them to their feet, his body still feeling boneless and spent. 

 

As Zashi led them to the bathroom, Izuku let out a soft moan, his eyelids fluttering as the warm water hit his skin. Aizawa watched as Izuku arched into the touch, his oversensitive body responding to even the gentlest of stimulation. It was a beautiful sight, one that made Aizawa's heart swell with pride and affection.

 

Zashi was gentle as he washed them, his strong hands moving over their skin with a tenderness that belied his earlier dominance. He took his time, making sure to clean every inch of their bodies.

 

As the washcloth moved over Aizawa's shaft, he couldn't help but let out a gasp. The sensation was overwhelming, his oversensitive flesh twitching at the touch. He could feel Izuku mirroring his response, their quirk bond amplifying every sensation and sharing it between them.

 

Zashi chuckled at their reactions, his voice low and rumbly. "Shh, just relax," he murmured, his fingers moving to stroke through Aizawa's hair in a soothing gesture. "I've got you both."

 

Once they were clean, Zashi helped them dry off before slipping soft pajama pants over their legs. Aizawa could feel the fabric against his skin, but no underwear. It was a small gesture, but one that made him feel cared for and protected. Like Zashi was looking out for them even in the most intimate of moments.

 

Together, the trio made their way to the bedroom. Aizawa could feel his exhaustion weighing heavily on him, his body aching for rest. 

 

Zashi guided them to the bed, tucking them in with a gentle smile. Aizawa pulled Izuku close, the smaller male curling up against his side with a content sigh. He could feel the warmth of Izuku's body against his own, the steady beat of his heart a soothing rhythm.

 

As Aizawa watched Zashi leave for the night, he felt a surge of love and gratitude wash over him. Curling around Izuku possessively, Aizawa let himself drift off to sleep. Tomorrow would bring new challenges and likely new sexual encounters, but for now he was content to simply bask in the afterglow and the warmth of his boyfriend in his arms.

 

As he drifted off, Aizawa couldn't help but think that this was what he lived for,  loving izuku and being thankful zashi was in their lives. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

 

 

Chapter 39: Ch.39

 Early morning Friday 

 

Aizawa wakes up and stretches, feeling the usual morning stiffness. He glances over at Izuku, still asleep beside him. As he sits up, he notices a slight tension in his body, a low level throb of need. He knows it's because of the quirk linking him to Izuku.

 

He reaches up and fiddles with the new tongue stud he got yesterday. The small ball feels exciting against his tongue as he rolls it around. He's glad that Zashi and Izuku talked him into getting the piercing, it feels amazing.

 

As he toys with the stud, he feels a corresponding sensation from Izuku. The boy is starting to stir, soft moans escaping his lips as he begins to wake up and feel what Aizawa is doing. Aizawa grins to himself and keeps playing with the stud, enjoying the reactions he can feel Izuku having. It's turning him on to know that Izuku is feeling all of this too.

 

After a few minutes, Izuku's eyes flutter open. He looks dazed and flushed, clearly still feeling the effects of Aizawa's morning antics. "Mm... Sho..." he murmurs sleepily, using Aizawa's nickname.

 

"Morning, Kitten," Aizawa says with a smirk. "I take it you enjoyed waking up to the feeling of my tongue stud?"

 

Izuku blushes deeply and nods. "It felt really good... I could feel everything you did with it." He bites his lip, looking at Aizawa through his lashes. "And now I can taste your morning breath, sir..."

 

Aizawa chuckles and leans in, brushing a kiss across Izuku's lips. "I'm going to take a shower. You gonna join me?"

 

Izuku swallows hard and nods eagerly. The two of them climb out of bed, hands already starting to roam as they head to the bathroom for some private morning fun.

 

As Aizawa and Izuku step into the large shower, the warm water cascading down from the dual showerheads, Aizawa feels a thrill of excitement. He can already tell that this morning is going to be something special.

 

He looks over at Izuku, who is already starting to harden under his gaze. Aizawa licks his lips, the new tongue stud sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He can't wait to explore all the ways he can use it to pleasure Izuku.

 

Izuku leans in for a kiss, and Aizawa eagerly obliges. He grabs Izuku's face and pulls him in closer, dominating his mouth with a hungry kiss. His tongue plunders Izuku's mouth, the stud creating new and exciting sensations for them both.

 

Izuku moans into the kiss, his hands gripping Aizawa's shoulders tightly. Aizawa can feel the boy's arousal growing, matching his own. He grinds his hardening cock against Izuku's, the friction is delicious.

 

Aizawa breaks the kiss and pulls back slightly, looking into Izuku's lust filled eyes. He reaches up and cups Izuku's face tenderly. "I love you," he murmurs.

 

"I love you too," Izuku whispers back, his voice thick with emotion.

 

Their hands roam over slick skin, exploring every inch of each other's bodies. They take their time, savoring the intimate moment. There's no rush, no expectations. Just two people in love, expressing their feelings physically.

 

Izuku breaks away, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes up at Aizawa. Without a word, he slides down Aizawa's body, his lips trailing hot kisses over Aizawa's chest and stomach until he's kneeling before him.

 

The quirk bond between them pulses and hums, Aizawa feeling every brush of Izuku's skin against his own. He watches, breath held in anticipation, as Izuku wraps a hand around Aizawa's already hardening cock.

 

"Fuck, Kitten," Aizawa groans, his head falling back against the shower wall as Izuku starts to stroke him slowly. "Your hands feel so good on me."

 

Izuku just smiles up at him, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I want to taste you, Sir," he murmurs, his hot breath ghosting over Aizawa's sensitive flesh. "I want to feel you in my mouth."

 

Aizawa's eyes flutter closed as Izuku leans in, his lips brushing against the head of Aizawa's dick. The teasing contact makes him shudder, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily.

 

"Then take it, baby," he urges, his voice rough with need. "Take my dick. Show me how much you want it."

 

Izuku doesn't need to be told twice. He parts his lips and takes Aizawa into his mouth, the wet heat surrounding him like a vise. Aizawa's head falls back against the wall with a thud, his hips thrusting forward as he fucks into Izuku's mouth.

 

"Oh shit, that's it," he gasps, his fingers tightening in Izuku's hair. "Just like that. Fuck, you're so good at this."

 

Izuku just hums around Aizawa's length, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He can feel Izuku's arousal through their bond, the boy's own need fueling Aizawa's desire even higher.

 

"Use your tongue, Kitten," he growls, giving Izuku's hair a sharp tug. "Lick the underside. I want to feel you everywhere."

 

Izuku complies eagerly, dragging his tongue along the sensitive vein running along the underside of Aizawa's cock. He swirls it around the head before plunging down again, taking Aizawa deeper into his throat.

 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Aizawa chants, his hips starting to thrust shallowly into Izuku's mouth. "So good, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good."

 

Izuku's free hand comes up to fondle Aizawa's balls, rolling them gently in his palm. The added stimulation has Aizawa seeing stars, his orgasm building rapidly at the base of his spine.

 

"Kitten, I'm gonna..." he warns breathlessly, tugging at Izuku's hair in a silent plea to pull off. But Izuku just digs his nails into Aizawa's thighs, holding him in place.

 

The message is clear: Izuku wants this. He wants Aizawa to use his mouth, to cum down his throat.

 

With a hoarse cry, Aizawa does just that, his cock pulsing as he spills into Izuku's waiting mouth. He feels Izuku swallow around him, the tight grip of the boy's throat milking him for every last drop.

 

Izuku pulls off with a lewd pop, licking his lips clean of Aizawa's release. He looks up at Aizawa with hazy, satisfied eyes, his own dick spasming in his grip.

 

Eventually, they break apart and finish showering, washing each other's backs and hair. As they step out and towel off, Aizawa pulls Izuku close and kisses him softly.

 

"Thank you for this morning," he says, smiling at his lover. "I couldn't have asked for a better way to start the day."

 

Izuku grins back, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Me neither, Sho. Me neither." He leans in and nuzzles against Aizawa's neck, breathing in the scent of his skin.

 

Aizawa smirks and leads Izuku out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. They crawl onto the bed together, already reaching for each other. Their kisses are hot and heavy, hands roaming and squeezing.

 

Izuku rolls on top of Aizawa and straddles his hips, grinding down on his hardening penis. Aizawa groans at the feeling, his hands gripping Izuku's plump ass tightly. "That's it, Kitten," he encourages. "Take what you need."

 

Izuku moans and rocks faster, lost in their pleasure. He's so hard it almost hurts, but he doesn't want to stop. He wants to ride out this high, to feel Aizawa's body under his, around him.

 

Aizawa flips them over suddenly, pinning Izuku beneath him. He captures Izuku's lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering Izuku's mouth. Izuku cries out into the kiss, his body arching up into Aizawa's.

 

They break apart, panting and flushed. Aizawa gazes down at Izuku, his expression fierce and intense. "You're mine," he growls possessively. "All mine."

 

"Yes," Izuku gasps. "Always. I'm yours, Sir."

 

Aizawa smiles, slow and wicked. "Good boy," he praises. "Now let's see how many times I can make you cum before breakfast..."

 

He slides down Izuku's body, pressing open mouthed kisses along the way. Izuku shivers and moans, his hands fisting in the sheets. Aizawa takes his time, exploring every inch of Izuku's skin with his lips and tongue.

 

When he reaches Izuku's hard, leaking cock, he licks a slow stripe up the underside, from base to tip. Izuku cries out, his hips jerking up off the bed. Aizawa grins and takes the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

 

"Sir, please," Izuku begs, his voice high and needy. "I need more. I need you to eat me out. Please..."

 

Aizawa pauses, looking up at Izuku with raised eyebrows. "Eat you out?" he asks incredulously. "Kitten, we haven't done anything back there yet..."

 

"I know," Izuku whimpers. "But I want to try it. I want to feel your mouth on me there. Please, Sir. I'll do anything..."

 

Aizawa considers for a moment, then nods. "Alright," he agrees. "I'll eat your ass. But you have to promise to tell me if it's too much, okay? We'll go slow."

 

Izuku nods frantically, his eyes wide and eager. "Okay, okay. I promise. Just please, I need it..."

 

Aizawa moves down further, spreading Izuku's cheeks apart. He blows gently over Izuku's tight hole, watching it clench and flutter. Then he sticks out his tongue and licks a slow stripe over it.

 

Izuku keens loudly, his back arching off the bed. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he chants. "More, Sir. Please, more..."

 

Aizawa grins and dives in, licking and sucking at Izuku's hole like a man starved. He probes at the entrance with his tongue, feeling it clench around him. He could spend hours here, mapping out every inch of Izuku's most intimate place.

 

"Sir," Izuku whimpers, his voice breaking. "I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum just from this..."

 

Aizawa pulls back slightly, looking up at Izuku with a wicked smirk. "That's the idea, Kitten," he purrs. "Cum for me. Let me taste it..."

 

And with that, he dives back in, lapping and sucking and driving Izuku higher and higher until he cums with a shout, his release spurting out over Aizawa's chin. Aizawa cumming on the bed.

 

Aizawa laps it up greedily, savoring the taste of Izuku's climax. He continues to lick and suck at Izuku's hole until the boy is trembling and oversensitive. 

 

As Aizawa dives back in, licking and sucking at Izuku's hole with wild abandon, he feels his own dick throb in time with each drag of his tongue over Izuku's sensitive flesh. The quirk bond ensures that every sensation is shared, every peak and valley of pleasure felt by both of them simultaneously.

 

Izuku writhes beneath him, his body drawn tight as a bowstring. "Sir!" he cries out, his voice high and desperate. "I can't... it's too much... I'm gonna..."

 

Aizawa doesn't let up, doubling his efforts as he feels Izuku's orgasm building. He wants to push him over the edge, to feel him come apart completely. He laps at Izuku's entrance feverishly, his tongue delving as deep as it can go.

 

And then Izuku is cuming again, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him. Aizawa moans against Izuku's skin, feeling the boy's release with his own. His own dick pulses in time with Izuku's spasms, hot cum spilling out over the bed.

 

But even as Izuku goes limp beneath him, Aizawa knows he's far from done. He crawls back up Izuku's body, kissing and nipping at every inch of skin he can reach.

 

Aizawa gazes down at Izuku's flushed, panting face with a mixture of love and possessive hunger. The quirk bond thrums between them, Izuku's every sensation echoing in Aizawa's own body. He can still taste Izuku on his tongue, the boy's release slicking his chin.

 

But he's far from done. The taste of Izuku, the scent of their combined arousal, it only fuels Aizawa's desire. He needs more. He needs to taste Izuku again, to feel the boy come apart on his tongue.

 

"On your hands and knees, Kitten," he commands, his voice rough with lust. "I want to taste you again."

 

Izuku scrambles to obey, presenting himself to Aizawa like an offering. Aizawa drinks in the sight of him, flushed and eager and trembling with anticipation. Then he drops to his knees behind Izuku, spreading those perfect cheeks apart to expose his tight, wet hole.

 

Aizawa moans at the sight, the scent of their combined release making his mouth water. He dives in, licking and sucking at Izuku's entrance like a starving man. He probes with his tongue, delving deep into that tight heat, feeling Izuku clench and flutter around him.

 

"Sir," Izuku whimpers, reaching back to fist a hand in Aizawa's hair. "Please, I need more. I need your tongue. I need to feel you inside me."

 

Aizawa grins wickedly against Izuku's skin, the vibrations making the boy gasp. He pulls back slightly, looking up at Izuku with hooded eyes.

 

"You want my tongue, Kitten?" he asks, his voice a low purr. "You want me to eat this pretty little ass until you're screaming my name?"

 

"Yes," Izuku breathes, his voice high and needy. "Please, Sir. I need it. I need you."

 

Aizawa reaches up and smacks Izuku's ass, the sound echoing through the room. To his delight, he can feel Izuku's dick twitch through the quirk bond, the boy's arousal spiking at the impact. Aizawa files that away for later, determined to explore this newfound kink.

 

"Patience, Kitten," he chides playfully. "I'll give you what you need. But first..."

 

He leans in and seals his lips around Izuku's hole, sucking hard. Izuku cries out, his back arching as pleasure crashes over him. Aizawa can feel it through the quirk bond, that sharp spike of ecstasy, and it makes him groan.

 

He keeps sucking, lapping and slurping at Izuku's entrance like a man possessed. His own cock is rock hard again, aching for more, but he ignores it for now. He wants to drive Izuku wild first, to feel his sweet boy come apart on his tongue.

 

And when Izuku tugs hard on his hair, screaming his name as he cums again, Aizawa feels his own orgasm crash over him like a tidal wave. Pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before consumes him, his vision going white as he spills into the sheets beneath him.

 

They both collapse together, panting and shaking in the aftermath. Aizawa nuzzles into Izuku's neck, pressing soft kisses to the boy's sweat slick skin.

 

"Holy shit, Kitten," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "That was... wow."

 

Izuku just nods, too blissed out to form words. Aizawa chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around his lover and holding him close.

 

"Rest now," he whispers, pressing another kiss to Izuku's hair. "I'll be here when you wake up."

 

Izuku smiles sleepily, snuggling back against Aizawa's chest. Within moments, he's fast asleep, his breathing slow and even.

 

Aizawa watches him for a long moment, marveling at the way their bodies fit together so perfectly. He knows he's never felt closer to anyone in his life.

 

And with that thought, he allows himself to drift off as well, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep with Izuku safe and warm in his arms.

 

Chapter 40: Ch.40

Later morning 

 

After their shared oral masturbation, Izuku and Aizawa slowly come back to reality, their naked bodies still intertwined on the bed. They exchange lazy smiles, basking in the afterglow.

 

"I could stay like this forever," Izuku mumbles, nuzzling into Aizawa's chest.

 

Aizawa chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of Izuku's head. "As tempting as that is, I think we should probably clean up a bit," he says, nodding towards the dried fluids on their bodies and the bedsheets.

 

Izuku sits up with a grimace. "Ugh, you're right. That's gonna be tough to wash out."

 

They work together, Aizawa grabbing the laundry basket while Izuku starts stripping the sheets. They toss the soiled linens into the wash, then head to the bathroom hand in hand.

 

Under the warm spray of the shower, they take their time washing each other's bodies, soaping up hands and gliding them over muscles and curves. Aizawa takes special care with Izuku's sensitive areas, earning a shiver and a gasp as he runs a cloth over the boy's spent penis.

 

After rinsing off, they dry each other with fluffy towels, giggling and squirming at the sensation of cloth on damp skin. Izuku stretches up on his toes to plant a kiss on Aizawa's jaw, nipping playfully at his earlobe.

 

"Fuck, I could stay here with you forever," Aizawa groans, squeezing Izuku's ass and pulling him flush against his body.

 

Izuku laughs, the sound bright and joyful. "As tempting as that is, I think we should probably get dressed before they come get up."

 

"Probably a good idea," Aizawa concedes with a rueful grin. He gives Izuku one more lingering kiss before they separate to dress.

 

Aizawa moved toward the kitchenette with Izuku trailing close at his side, tethered by the bond that never let them drift more than three feet apart. Neither of them minded it. Not anymore.

 

Izuku’s magnet fastening shirt clung to his still damp chest in places, his hair slightly frizzy. Aizawa glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and felt that familiar, quiet warmth stir in his chest. His.

 

The coffee pot was already half prepped from the night before, just needed water and grounds. Aizawa moved on instinct, pouring, scooping, setting the machine to brew. The air slowly filled with the rich, bitter scent of fresh coffee.

 

He pulled down two mugs, his own battered black one, and a smaller green one for Izuku, just in case.

 

Aizawa knew Izuku didn’t usually like coffee, but something about today made him want to try. Maybe it was the way Izuku looked this morning: soft, rumpled, still glowing from yesterday’s closeness. Or maybe Aizawa just liked the idea of sharing something simple and everyday like this.

 

Once the pot finished, he filled the mugs. His, plain. Izuku’s? Three spoonfuls of sugar. A generous pour of Carmel creamer. A quick stir until it turned a warm caramel color.

 

He handed it over without a word.

 

Izuku blinked. “You made me one?”

 

“Try it,” Aizawa murmured, watching closely.

 

Izuku hesitated, then took a tentative sip. His eyes widened slightly.

 

“…Oh,” he said. Then he sipped again. “I actually like this one.”

 

Aizawa allowed the smallest smile to curl at the edge of his mouth. He stepped in closer, slid one arm around Izuku’s waist, and pressed a kiss to his temple.

 

“I’ll take that as a win.”

 

Izuku let out a breathy laugh and leaned into him, the bond between them pulsing contentedly with shared affection. His fingers curled loosely around the warm mug as he sipped again, cheeks faintly flushed.

 

They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in soft light and the scent of coffee, the washer humming faintly in the distance.

 

Then Aizawa sighed. “Come on. Let’s head downstairs before Zashi starts texting.”

 

“Okay,” Izuku said, still smiling into his cup.

 

And together, they turned toward the door, step for step, side by side, as close as the bond would let them. Closer still in all the ways that mattered.

 

Aizawa padded down the last few stairs with Izuku at his side, their footsteps soft against the wood. The bond hummed between them, gentle, calm, still tinged with the warmth of their earlier quiet moment upstairs. He could feel Izuku’s contentment through it, like a steady pulse beneath his own skin.

 

As they reached the common room, the scent hit them first.

 

Warm, rich, unmistakably domestic: pancakes, eggs, bacon and coffee, freshly brewing.

 

Aizawa’s stomach gave the smallest approving growl. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was.

 

Then came the noise.

 

“you can’t just flip them whenever you feel like it..”

 

“I like them a little crispy!”

 

“You’re going to burn the whole pan, Shinso..”

 

Aizawa let out a low breath that was half sigh, half quiet amusement.

 

Hizashi and Shinso were in the kitchen, clearly mid bicker. Their voices bounced off one another in a rhythm still forming, familiar, but tentative. It was clear they were feeling each other out, settling into the space of what it meant to share a morning like this.

 

Izuku’s quiet laughter vibrated through the bond.

 

They stepped into the kitchen.

 

Todoroki stood at the stove in the corner, flipping a pancake with deliberate precision, as though completely untouched by the squabble happening behind him. His calm expression hadn’t changed. His stack of pancakes was growing steadily.

 

Shinso was manning the eggs, sort of. They were a little scrambled and a little too golden at the edges. Hizashi was waving a spatula like it was an extension of his personality, trying to fix the bacon situation with dramatic flair.

 

Izuku leaned into Aizawa’s side and quipped, “Zashi, you know you’re acting like hitoshi’s mom, right?”

 

Aizawa didn’t even need to glance at him to know the grin Izuku was wearing.

 

Without missing a beat, Hizashi flipped a piece of bacon with a flourish and sang out, “Joke’s on you, I don’t mind being called Mom.”

 

Shinso, halfway through stirring the eggs, sputtered. “What?!”

 

Todoroki blinked and said mildly, “Technically, you do have maternal tendencies.”

 

“you to, Shoto?” Shinso groaned.

 

Hizashi winked, unbothered. “It’s a compliment, ‘Toshi! Moms are badass.”

 

Aizawa moved over to the cabinet and took down plates with slow familiarity, letting the scene settle around him. The energy in the room was bright, a little chaotic but easy. Comfortable in a new, tentative way.

 

He handed a plate to Izuku, then grabbed one for himself.

 

This, he thought, glancing around the kitchen, this was worth every ache in his bones, every early morning, every weird detour through the unexpected. This little gathering of his people. His family.

 

And if Izuku’s laughter rang a little louder when Shinso turned an unamused glare toward Todoroki, who was now offering him syrup like a peace treaty? Well. Aizawa would take that as another win.

 

Aizawa set the last fork beside the stack of napkins and took a step back from the table. Simple. Efficient. Clean.

 

Behind him, the clatter of pans and the sound of sizzling had finally died down. Todoroki switched off the stove. Shinso dumped the last of the eggs into a large serving bowl. Hizashi was dramatically fanning the bacon like it was a prized dish at a five star buffet.

 

Aizawa didn’t need to say anything, Izuku was already moving, grabbing cups from the drying rack, his movements light and a little bouncy with quiet energy. The bond between them pulsed with satisfaction, warmth, and the faint flicker of excitement.

 

Aizawa grabbed the drinks,  juice, and coffee, setting them out with practiced ease. It wasn’t flashy, but it felt good. Domestic in a way that was still new but not uncomfortable.

 

They all sat down, plates full and still steaming. Hizashi immediately launched into something about the bacon being “perfectly chaotic,” while Shinso rolled his eyes and reached for the syrup.

 

The conversation meandered from there, idle, pleasant, full of teasing and laughter over breakfast.

 

Shinso took a lazy bite of egg, then jabbed his fork in Aizawa and Izuku’s general direction. “So. You two seem... suspiciously relaxed. Like, 'I slept for ten hours and maybe fucked in a sunbeam' relaxed.”

 

Izuku choked softly on his juice. Aizawa gave him a slow side glance before deadpanning, “Would you rather I look tired and miserable?”

 

“No,” Shinso replied smoothly. “I’d just rather not see the reason.”

 

Todoroki blinked. “I think it’s nice. It’s important to recharge. You’re both calmer now. It’s good for morale.”

 

“Wow,” Shinso muttered. “Okay, traitor.”

 

Izuku laughed, bright and unapologetic.

 

That was when Hizashi clapped his hands together. “Alright, hear me out.... spa day.”

 

Everyone paused.

 

“In the dorms,” Hizashi clarified. “We order stuff online, swing by to pick it all up in one trip, and then we bring it back here and pamper the hell out of ourselves. Face masks. Foot soaks. Neck rubs. Moisturizer that costs too much but smells like heaven. The whole shebang.”

 

Izuku lit up like someone flipped a switch. “Really?! That sounds amazing!”

 

Aizawa glanced at him, catching the sparkle in those eyes, the pure glee radiating through the bond like a fizzy drink too close to the sun.

 

He sighed. “Fine.”

 

Izuku beamed at him like he’d just agreed to a marriage proposal.

 

Shinso shrugged, already halfway through his second pancake. “I guess I wouldn’t mind a face mask. Better than just sitting around all afternoon.”

 

Todoroki looked up from buttering his toast. “I have my father’s card. It would be a waste not to use it.”

 

Everyone paused.

 

“...Did you just offer to fund our dorm spa day?” Hizashi asked, grinning.

 

Todoroki nodded once. “He told me to spend responsibly. This is an investment in my mental health.”

 

Izuku snorted, eyes dancing with amusement as he immediately pulled out his phone. “I’ll start a list,” he said, already typing. “Face masks, exfoliating gloves, those weird foot peel things…”

 

Aizawa rubbed a hand down his face, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “God help me,” but his lips twitched faintly as Izuku bumped their shoulders together, joy spilling through the bond like sunlight on water.

 

Just as they were getting the list finalized, Hizashi’s phone buzzed.

 

“Oh, perfect timing.” He glanced down at the screen, then grinned. “Nemuri says she’s bored and wants to hang out. I told her we’re doing a spa day.”

 

A beat passed.

 

“She says, and I quote, ‘Don’t start without me or I’ll strangle you with a cucumber wrap.’”

 

Izuku laughed. “Does that mean she’s in?”

 

“She’s in,” Hizashi said proudly.

 

Aizawa sighed again, more resigned than annoyed. “Of course she is.”

 

They’d barely cleared their plates before the group migrated into the common room again, the gentle morning light slanting through the tall windows. Aizawa trailed behind, coffee mug in hand, Izuku beside him close as ever, their chain a constant tether.

 

Todoroki was already moving with quiet purpose, grabbing his sleek silver laptop off the side table and settling cross legged onto one of the couches. Without a word, he handed it off to Hizashi, who took it with gleeful confidence and an immediate dramatic gasp.

 

“Let’s see... mani pedi kits, facial masks, under eye gels, aromatherapy oils, hand and foot exfoliants, moisturizers, hot stones, ooh, we’re getting the works!” he declared, fingers already flying over the keys.

 

“I thought we were doing a casual spa day,” Aizawa muttered, watching from his spot across the room.

 

“Oh no,” Hizashi grinned. “This is an immersive, dorm wide healing experience.”

 

Aizawa didn’t respond, not aloud. He just slowly slid onto the arm of the couch and brought his coffee to his mouth, tongue unconsciously rolling the small metal ball inside his piercing. The slight pressure, the smooth click of it, it was grounding. Strange still, but not bad.

 

Next to him, Izuku glanced at him, eyes catching the movement with a flicker of something warm.

 

Aizawa didn’t look away.

 

He let the piercing rest against the back of his teeth, idly thoughtful as he watched Todoroki point out different add ons and Hizashi cheerfully toss everything in the cart. Massage oils, scented candles, a warming basin for towels, scalp treatments, even decorative towels “for vibes,” Hizashi insisted.

 

Shinso lounged on the other couch, watching the chaos with a smirk, occasionally suggesting weird sounding extras just to see if Hizashi would actually add them. He did.

 

And Aizawa sat, quiet and observant, sipping from his coffee as the entire plan came together before his eyes.

 

1:00 spa time 

 

By the time 1 p.m. rolled around, the group had returned, bags in hand, arms full of products ranging from the modest to the absurd. Aizawa carried one of the heavier bags in one hand, the other linked to Izuku’s as always. The trip had been efficient enough, Todoroki’s card had handled everything, and Hizashi had somehow managed to charm the store clerk into giving them extra samples.

 

But the moment they stepped into the dorm common room again, Aizawa stopped in his tracks.

 

Because there weren’t just five people in the room anymore.

 

There were seven Midnights.

 

Same dark hair, same sly smirk, same confidence in every stride but now multiplied, crowding the couches, leaning against counters, one of them already opening a bag of spa towels.

 

“Don’t ask,” said the one closest to the door as she caught Aizawa’s expression. “Got hit with a multiplying quirk. Temporary. Should wear off by evening.”

 

Hizashi burst out laughing. “Oh my god, it’s a girl gang of R-rated queens. This spa day just leveled up!”

 

Midnight, or one of her, grinned. “I figured, why not still come? I’ve got six more sets of hands and nothing better to do.”

 

Shinso was quietly edging to the far end of the room, clearly reconsidering every life decision that had brought him to this moment.

 

Todoroki blinked at the cluster of her. “Do you all share one consciousness?”

 

“Mostly,” said another Midnight, tossing a hot stone from one hand to the other. “But some of us are slightly sassier.”

 

Aizawa rubbed his temple, sighing as he stepped farther into the room. He felt the faint tug of amusement through the bond, glanced down, and caught Izuku’s bright, curious grin.

 

Of course he thought this was hilarious.

 

Aizawa handed Izuku a bag and set his own down near the growing pile of supplies. The room was quickly starting to resemble a beauty salon crossed with an apothecary and maybe a mildly cursed funhouse. He stepped back, arms folded, eyes narrowing slightly.

 

He wasn’t mad.

 

Not really.

 

But the timing? Suspiciously convenient.

 

Hit with a multiplying quirk on the way over? Right as they planned a full scale spa day? With only people they trusted left in the dorms?

 

A little too convenient.

 

But Aizawa didn’t say anything.

 

Not yet.

 

Instead, he took a sip from the bottle of water he’d grabbed on the way in, let his gaze scan across the chaos as everyone began sorting supplies, and quietly noted which version of Midnight already had her sleeves rolled up.

 

Because if they were going to do this, if he was going to tolerate having seven of her in his dorm for the afternoon, then by god, someone better know how to use a hot stone set properly.

 

Chapter 41: Ch.41

 

Aizawa sank further into the lounge chair, one leg soaking in a warm basin while a cucumber slice slowly slipped down his cheek. Soft music filled the dorm’s common room, soothing guitar, gentle piano, the occasional ocean sound that someone had definitely added for ambiance.

 

It was absurd.

 

But… he had to admit, it was effective.

 

The original Midnight, Nemuri, was settled between Shinso and Izuku, her legs stretched out on an ottoman as she sighed blissfully, a face mask freshly painted across her skin. “I haven’t been this pampered in months,” she purred, lifting her drink to take a slow sip. “Maybe I should get hit with a multiplying quirk more often.”

 

Aizawa didn’t answer out loud. He just made a noncommittal sound and watched one of the six duplicates gently massage a warm scented lotion into Todoroki’s hands. Another was crouched at Hizashi’s side, brushing a clear coat across his nails while Hizashi chattered excitedly about how good they’d all look afterward.

 

The rest of the duplicates moved fluidly throughout the room, one slicing more cucumbers and arranging them in chilled bowls, another checking the temperature on the hot stones, a third helping Shinso gently press moisturizing foot wraps into place with all the exasperation of someone resigned to relaxation.

 

Aizawa shifted slightly as a Midnight clone dabbed some serum along his jawline and neck, her gloved fingers cool and practiced.

 

“Sit still,” she murmured, pressing a final sheet mask into place. “You’re almost too tense for a man at a spa day.”

 

“I’m relaxing,” he muttered under his breath.

 

“Sure you are,” she teased.

 

He didn’t respond, not verbally. But he did let his head tip back slightly, the bond between him and Izuku quietly humming in the background, soft, content, a subtle undercurrent of giddy energy.

 

Izuku was glowing.

 

His face, currently covered in a pale green face mask, was split by a lazy smile. One of the clones had just placed warm stones across his shoulders, and another gently massaged his calves. He looked like he might melt into the couch.

 

Aizawa felt it through the bond: joy, amusement, curiosity, and a steady pulse of love.

 

He’d go through this three more times if it kept that expression on Izuku’s face.

 

Midnight’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

 

“So,” she said with a slow smirk, peeling a slice of cucumber from one eyelid. “Which one of you is getting the hot wax treatment?”

 

Shinso immediately pointed at Todoroki.

 

Todoroki calmly pointed back at Shinso.

 

Hizashi snorted into his tea.

 

Aizawa didn’t move. “Don’t even look at me.”

 

“You’re all cowards,” Midnight said with a huff, raising her glass in a lazy toast. “To self care, chaos, and the terrifying power of my clones.”

 

One of the clones struck a dramatic pose behind her, arms full of sugar scrubs.

 

Izuku giggled.

 

Aizawa allowed himself a small smile as another warm towel was laid across his shoulders. The heat, the quiet music, the occasional teasing, it all made for a surreal kind of peace.

 

But it was peace. Real peace.

 

A weird, lavender scented kind of peace. And somehow, that made it perfect.

 

Aizawa hadn’t experienced this level of indulgent peace in years.

 

The steady rhythm of soft hands kneading through his shoulders melted tension he hadn’t realized he was carrying. Every time a Midnight clone moved on to another part of his body, pressing warm cloths to his arms, working balm into his calves, brushing slow circles over his temples, it felt like someone dialing down his internal static one notch at a time.

 

He was so used to being the one who cared for others. So used to holding everyone else up.

 

And now…

 

He sank deeper into the reclining lounger in the 1A dorm common room, arms resting limply at his sides, towel still wrapped haphazardly around his hair. One of the Midnights had slipped a thin heated blanket over his legs, and it clung to him with the perfect weight, like a grounding hand at his thighs. He could smell the citrus oil they’d used during the earlier massage, mingling now with the herbal steamer someone had placed on the coffee table nearby. The room was steeped in soft warmth and clean comfort.

 

He’d stopped keeping track of which Midnight was doing what. They all moved with the same easy grace, like parts of a shared mind, each clone humming or joking lightly in a way that felt almost choreographed.

 

On the couch next to him, Izuku was sprawled out in an oversized fluffy robe Midnight had insisted he wear, chest still faintly pink from the face steam and massage oil. He looked… dazed. Happy.

 

His curls were pulled back gently with a hairband now, and his cheeks glowed with a healthy flush. His bare toes peeked out from under the robe hem as another Midnight clone carefully peeled back the warm booties used for the moisturizing foot treatment.

 

Through the bond, Aizawa felt his contentment, fluttery, unfocused, dreamlike.

 

He let his eyes wander further. Todoroki sat in an armchair by the window, propped back with hot stones carefully arranged down his spine, a green tea eye mask over his face, and his feet soaking in a lavender scented foot bath. A clone was working his scalp with a small wooden brush, her expression pinched in concentration. If Todoroki noticed, he didn’t react. He looked like he’d turned into a spa ghost.

 

Shinso had given up trying to act aloof and was now draped over a cushion like a bored prince. Midnight had recruited him to help rotate the cucumbers earlier, and now he was sipping chilled tea from a glass mug with one eye cracked open as he received a hand massage. When one of the Midnights started teasing him for smiling too much, he muttered, “My muscles are relaxed, not my personality,” which only made the room dissolve into laughter again.

 

The original Midnight was perched in the corner, one leg swinging idly as she nibbled from a tray of dark chocolates. Her clones had been rotating through massage duty like spa trained pros, but she clearly intended to enjoy her own treatment just as much as everyone else. She winked at Aizawa when their eyes met.

 

He rolled his.

 

Then a gentle tug at his wrist drew his attention downward.

 

Izuku had leaned over, his fingers brushing Aizawa’s hand. Their palms met. Fingers twined. And Izuku sighed as he leaned back into the cushions again, clearly not wanting to let go.

 

Aizawa didn’t move. He didn’t even pretend to resist.

 

The bond pulsed between them, faint and sweet, like the beat of a lullaby thrumming just under the skin. Relaxation, yes but also love. Quiet, blooming, endless love.

 

He let his thumb glide over the back of Izuku’s hand once, slow and steady.

 

“This is ridiculous,” Aizawa murmured, mostly to himself. “And effective.”

 

Midnight overheard and grinned from her seat. “I’ll take that as the highest compliment you’ve ever given me.”

 

“You would.”

 

Another soft towel was pressed to his jaw. One of the clones dabbed gently at the edge of his mouth, then gestured to the cooling tea on the nearby tray.

 

“You’ve got to hydrate, Grumpy,” she said. “Even if you’re brooding.”

 

“I’m not brooding.”

 

“You’re brooding with exfoliation,” Shinso offered helpfully, voice still flat as he sipped.

 

Izuku snorted into his sleeve.

 

Aizawa sighed deeply, more out of resignation than irritation and took the glass of tea, letting the coolness wash over his newly pierced tongue. The tongue ring had fully healed now, thanks to the healing quirk from earlier. It clinked softly as he swirled the tea in his mouth.

 

Izuku watched the motion with pink cheeks and turned away quickly.

 

Aizawa noted that, too. Filed it. Didn’t comment.

 

When the next part of the spa treatment began, scalp massages paired with more hot stones and some fancy gel cooling masks, Aizawa finally gave up on pretending he wasn’t enjoying it.

 

Letting someone else handle everything, even for a few hours, was… blissful.

 

There were no emergencies. No grading. No alarms. No injuries. No villains. Just gentle hands and the presence of people he loved.

 

The room smelled like orange blossom and sandalwood now. The lights had been dimmed. Somewhere in the distance, a speaker played a soft instrumental version of a lullaby Aizawa couldn’t quite place. The kind of thing he might’ve hummed once, to calm a crying child. Or a student.

 

Izuku was practically melting beside him now.

 

The real Midnight had curled up on a chaise and was now being pampered by two of her clones.

 

Aizawa looked at the peaceful room. His family. His students. His partner.

 

His heart settled deeper in his chest, slow and full.

 

He closed his eyes and let the next hot stone rest between his shoulder blades without a sound.

 

Let the world outside wait.

 

For now… this was all he needed.

 

Aizawa let out a soft, reluctant sigh as another hot stone was settled with precision between his shoulder blades. The warmth sank into his muscles like it belonged there, unlocking tension he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. His whole body felt heavy now, pleasantly so, loose and weighted like a cat napping in a sunbeam. He didn’t remember the last time he’d been this relaxed.

 

The spa day had started as a half joke, something Hizashi had tossed out over breakfast with that trademark grin of his, all enthusiasm and no brakes. But here they were, sprawled across the common room, limbs draped over cushions and lounge chairs, surrounded by the quiet industry of six identical Midnight clones gliding gracefully between them like spa attendants at some high end retreat.

 

One Midnight clone was massaging lotion into his calves with small, efficient hands, another rotating stones in and out from the warmer beside him. A light citrus lavender scent floated lazily in the air, and somewhere in the background, soft instrumental music played, a low hum of piano and wind chimes. It should’ve been ridiculous. It should’ve been chaotic.

 

But somehow… it wasn’t.

 

He cracked his eyes open just enough to scan the room.

 

Hizashi was across from him, wearing a fuzzy headband to keep his hair out of his face, Aizawa was sure he’d made a comment about it being “spa-chic.” His face was covered in a thick green mask, fingers draped over the armrests as a clone gently filed his nails. He looked every bit like someone who had just decided to live at the spa full time. His eyes were closed, but his grin hadn’t faded even once.

 

To his right, Shinso had caved.

 

Despite initial resistance, he now sat reclined with a clay mask drying over his cheeks and a Midnight clone carefully massaging his temples. He still looked a little like he was trying not to enjoy it too obviously, but he wasn’t fighting it anymore. His expression was calm, more than calm, peaceful and that alone made Aizawa feel a rare flicker of pride.

 

Todoroki, naturally, had taken to the whole ordeal with quiet acceptance. He sat with a steaming foot soak at his feet and thin slices of cucumber balanced delicately on his eyes, his hands folded neatly in his lap. A Midnight clone was rubbing a rich smelling cream into his forearms, and he hadn’t said a word in at least ten minutes.

 

Then there was Izuku.

 

Aizawa’s gaze shifted to his side, where Izuku was curled on the lounge chair beside him, one leg tucked up beneath him. A clone was brushing his curls with a detangling comb, slow and rhythmic, while another gently massaged moisturizer into his shoulders. His eyes were half lidded, his cheeks faintly pink, his lips parted slightly in what could only be described as bliss.

 

And through the bond…

 

It was warm.

 

Not just content. Not just sleepy. Warm.

A little floaty. A little affectionate. A whole lot of happy.

 

Aizawa let himself bask in it, even as another warm stone replaced one cooling on his lower back. He shifted just enough that their shoulders brushed, and Izuku, already soft with relaxation, leaned into him instinctively.

 

He reached over and lightly dragged his fingers through the ends of Izuku’s curls, just once. The bond pulsed in response, gentle and pleased.

 

And it hit him again, harder than it had earlier.

 

This was… nice.

 

Not just relaxing. Not just enjoyable. But nice.

 

The clones moved with practiced efficiency, transitioning them from one spa treatment to the next, facial massage, then aromatherapy steam towels, then a quick shoulder rub and more tea. Aizawa let it all wash over him, half aware of a clone massaging his wrists while another fluffed the towel behind his head.

 

He wasn’t used to this much ease. To letting go in such a complete, quiet way.

 

But right now?

 

Right now the world was soft. Shinso was chuckling under his breath at something Todoroki muttered. Hizashi was humming along to the music. Izuku was pressed against his side, purring practically through the bond.

 

And for the first time in what felt like years… Aizawa allowed himself to just be.

 

No patrols.

No emergencies.

No expectations.

 

Just peace. Just warmth. Just this.

 

And he would never admit it out loud, but as another warmed stone was placed just below the nape of his neck..

 

He hoped this lasted a while longer.

 

Aizawa barely noticed when one of the Midnight clones slipped away. His eyes had been closed, head tilted just slightly back as warm hands worked across his neck and shoulders, kneading out the last of the tension with near supernatural precision. The music had shifted to something even softer, rainfall layered under piano and the whole world felt suspended in low light and lavender mist.

 

But he did notice when the clone returned.

 

Mostly because the scent of food, crispy, savory, spiced just right, cut through the eucalyptus oil and clean lotions like a beacon. His eyes cracked open just enough to see the returning Midnight balancing two brown paper sacks, grease darkened slightly at the corners, arms held high like she’d just brought treasure.

 

Aizawa exhaled through his nose, amused. Of course they’d ordered food.

 

The clone deposited the sacks onto a low table with the ceremony of a royal offering, and a few of the others gathered around with small plates and napkins. Izuku perked up immediately, sitting straighter where he’d nearly been dozing against Aizawa’s side. Hizashi let out a delighted “Ooooh yes,” as another clone passed him a tray of neatly arranged finger foods: crispy gyoza, skewers of grilled chicken, mini rice balls with pickled plum centers, soft dumplings, sweet mochi bites dusted with powdered sugar.

 

“Perfect for eating without ruining the spa vibes,” Hizashi added proudly as he bit into a dumpling and hummed in approval.

 

Shinso blinked blearily up from where his feet were still soaking, reaching lazily toward the tray without bothering to sit up. “If this is what retirement looks like,” he muttered, grabbing a skewer, “I’m sold.”

 

Todoroki, expression unchanged, took two rice balls and nodded solemnly. “This was a good idea. I could pay if and when you want to do this again, Shinso.”

 

Izuku looked up at Aizawa then, cheeks slightly flushed from the heat of the spa treatments, his curls soft and untamed and offered him a tiny meat bun on a napkin. His smile was easy. “Here, Sho.”

 

Aizawa took it with a quiet, appreciative nod. He popped it into his mouth and chewed slowly.

 

It was good.

 

Better than it had any right to be. Warm, just a little spicy, with a sweet sauce that lingered pleasantly on the tongue.

 

He looked around the room again. The clones moved smoothly between them, offering food, topping off tea, adjusting towels. The original Midnight was lounging now too, legs tucked under her on a spare chair, sipping something bubbly from a glass and chuckling at Hizashi’s commentary.

 

The mood was… weightless. Loose. Everyone still smelled like rosewater and mint, and the lighting made it feel like the afternoon was gently stretching itself into forever.

 

Aizawa leaned back slightly against the cushions, a hand resting lazily on Izuku’s thigh.

 

He accepted another skewer from a clone without speaking.

 

The food was good.

 

The company was better.

 

And he wasn’t in any hurry for the day to end.

 

 

 

Chapter 42: Ch.42

 

The spa day had dissolved into a drowsy haze of warmth and satisfaction, the kind that settled deep in the bones and made the world feel just a little softer around the edges. The clones had wrapped up the cleanup almost before anyone noticed they were moving, midnights in motion, folding towels, gathering trays, and clearing the last of the oils and masks like quiet attendants in a dream. One clone even adjusted a blanket over Shinso’s legs before vanishing with an empty tea tray. Another nudged the lights to dim a little further.

 

Nemuri was the last to sit down, curling up on one of the loveseats with a fizzy drink in hand and a smirk playing on her lips like she was already in on the rest of the night’s chaos.

 

Aizawa sank into the couch slowly, his muscles still pleasantly loose from the hot stone massage. He didn’t usually allow himself this much indulgence, comfort, closeness, stillness but tonight… tonight he couldn’t bring himself to resist it. Izuku had nestled onto his lap without hesitation, draped with quiet affection and still warm from the steam wrap. His legs curled off to one side, his back pressed into Aizawa’s chest, and Aizawa didn’t even bother pretending not to enjoy it.

 

He ran a lazy hand over Izuku’s hip and down his thigh, not seeking anything, just savoring. The bond hummed gently between them, peaceful, drowsy, and golden at the edges. Not even a flicker of stress anywhere in it.

 

Izuku tilted his head up with a little smile. Aizawa leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his curls.

 

Todoroki and Shinso had taken up residence on the other couch under one oversized blanket, Shinso slouched so deep into the cushions it looked like he might fuse with them. Todoroki had a firm but gentle arm around his shoulders, holding the popcorn bowl like it was a sacred artifact. Hizashi claimed the armchair nearest the tv, his legs hanging over the side, humming along to the How to Train Your Dragon theme song.

 

They were barely ten minutes in when Zashi started fussing.

 

“Shinso, baby, you’re too close to the edge of the blanket, your foot’s gonna get cold.”

 

“I’m fine,” Shinso grumbled.

 

“No, no, we talked about this! If you start sneezing tomorrow, I’m gonna blame your sockless ankles.”

 

“You’re already blaming my ankles.”

 

“That’s because I care!”

 

Izuku, already giggling, shifted just slightly to the side. “He’s doing it again.”

 

“Doing what?” Shinso muttered, not even opening his eyes.

 

“Being your mom.”

 

Hizashi froze dramatically mid reach, hand still hovering near a dropped piece of popcorn. His eyes widened, mouth open like Izuku had just challenged his honor.

 

“I am an educator and a caretaker, thank you.”

 

“A mom,” Izuku teased with a grin. “You should call him that for the next couple days. I dare you.”

 

A beat of silence.

 

Shinso cracked one eye open to glare in Izuku’s direction.

 

“You are the worst kind of instigator.”

 

“Only when I’m cozy and slightly buzzed on cucumber water,” Izuku chirped, earning a huff of laughter from Aizawa.

 

Todoroki didn’t even blink. “I think you should do it. It would be rude to turn down a dare from a classmate.”

 

“Not you to, Shoto?”

 

“Besides,” Todoroki added, calmly taking two rice balls off a napkin, “he has been nesting around you all day.”

 

Shinso groaned and threw the blanket over his own face. “I hate this household.”

 

“I knew I was the mom,” Hizashi beamed. “I’ve got the slippers and unsolicited advice to prove it!”

 

Midnight chuckled from her chair. “At least you don’t have to change diapers.”

 

Aizawa closed his eyes for a moment, feeling Izuku melt further into him with quiet laughter. His hand slipped up under the hem of Izuku’s soft pajama shirt, fingertips brushing bare skin lightly along his lower back. Just enough to feel him. Just enough to keep grounding them both.

 

He opened his eyes again, catching the flicker of light from the dragons taking flight on the screen. The movie’s sweeping score filled the room. Toothless launched into the sky.

 

Izuku tilted his face up again, this time tucking his head against Aizawa’s shoulder. Aizawa turned slightly to kiss his temple, and the bond responded instantly, full of golden comfort, warmth, a deep undercurrent of adoration.

 

There were soft blankets. There was the smell of rice and tea and sugar in the air. The flickering light of the projector danced over the walls like candlelight, and the laughter was quiet now, content and familiar.

 

This.

 

This was something Aizawa had never realized he’d wanted. And now that he had it, this patchwork family, this boyfriend in his lap, this room full of chaotic love, he was never letting it go.

 

Aizawa barely registered the screen anymore.

 

The soft flicker of animation danced across his vision, and the warmth of Izuku, solid in his lap, tucked back against his chest, should’ve been enough to anchor him.

 

But his mouth itched.

 

Not painfully. Not even uncomfortably. Just… insistently.

 

He rolled the barbell of his new tongue ring against the roof of his mouth again, slow and steady. It was becoming a habit. One that soothed the restless hum coiled just under his skin.

 

Except… it wasn’t working tonight. Not completely.

 

His brow creased slightly, gaze still fixed on the screen, though none of the images were truly landing. His attention had sunk somewhere deeper, low and hot in his core, pulsing like a tension wire drawn too tight.

 

'It should be helping.'

 

He pressed the barbell harder, felt it click softly between his teeth. The pressure was satisfying for a heartbeat, and then...

 

'Still there.'

 

That heat. That thrum. Like wanting but not knowing what he wanted.

 

His thoughts drifted, tugging at the bond between him and Izuku, not to read it, not to invade, just to feel it. The way it pulsed low and steady, warm and affectionate.

 

And threaded through that warmth, just faintly, was something deeper.

 

Need.

 

Arousal.

 

Anticipation.

 

'So it’s not just me.'

 

That revelation should’ve made it easier. Should’ve quieted the buzzing just beneath his skin.

 

But instead, it fed it.

 

His jaw tightened.

 

'Is it the bond doing this? Or his quirk? Or, hell, is it just me losing my mind over a damn tongue ring?'

 

He didn’t regret it. Not even close. The piercing had grounded him since the moment the needle slipped through his tongue, so quick, so sharp, just enough pain to press him back into himself.

 

It helped.

 

Until it didn’t.

 

Now it felt like a finger tracing the edge of a switch he couldn’t quite flip. And maybe it was Izuku’s fault. Or maybe it was his own damn biology. Or maybe...

 

'Maybe it’s the fact that I’m this far gone over someone I tried not to love for so many months.'

 

He exhaled through his nose.

 

Izuku shifted forward a little, whispering something to Hizashi, low and quick, his eyes darting toward Aizawa once, then away.

 

Aizawa didn’t hear what he said.

 

He didn’t need to.

 

Hizashi grinned.

 

Aizawa felt the click of understanding slot into place behind his ribs.

 

'Something’s coming.'

 

The bond sparked. Not loudly, just a ripple of excitement, like the first brush of fingers down a spine.

 

And then Zashi stood, stretched, and wandered off toward the stairs.

 

'...Something’s definitely coming.'

 

Aizawa rolled the barbell one last time across his teeth and let his tongue rest heavy in his mouth. It helped. A little. But he already knew, tonight, that wasn’t going to be enough.

 

Zashi returned faster than Aizawa expected, barely two minutes had passed before he came strolling back into the common room like nothing at all was out of the ordinary. No fanfare, just casual calm, a little something tucked discreetly in his hand.

 

Aizawa squinted, one brow arching faintly.

 

'What’s he got? That better not be...'

 

He could feel Izuku’s attention sharpen immediately, the bond twitching with anticipation.

 

Zashi didn’t say anything. Just passed something small and familiar into Izuku’s waiting hands as he walked behind the couch and dropped back into his chair with a smug little smile, already reaching for the popcorn like he hadn’t orchestrated anything at all.

 

Aizawa’s gaze flicked downward.

 

It was the stim chew, new, sleek, matte black with clean ridges along one side. Zashi had bought it for him a few days ago. Before he could ask, Izuku shifted in his lap.

 

Turned.

 

Faced him.

 

And in those green eyes, there was no mischief, no nervous hesitation. Just something soft. Knowing. Intent.

 

Aizawa blinked.

 

Then opened his mouth and let Izuku press the stim between his lips.

 

The moment his tongue touched it, cool, pliant, textured just enough, something in his spine loosened.

 

He sucked slowly, the pressure even, the texture perfect against the new ring in his tongue. He adjusted it just slightly with a flick of his tongue, rolling the ring along the ridged edge until..

 

'There. That’s it. That’s what I needed.'

 

His entire body loosened. Not visibly, not enough to be obvious to anyone else in the room but Izuku felt it. He always felt it now. His boyfriend gave a soft smile and curled closer, chest to chest, legs folded against the cushions, and let Aizawa pull him in tighter.

 

The bond between them glowed like the ember of a fire, low, warm, steady. Safe.

 

Aizawa let his jaw work slowly, chew toy anchored between his teeth, each movement rubbing against the tongue ring in just the right way to satisfy the gnawing edge in his thoughts.

 

The background noise of the movie faded.

 

The world narrowed.

 

Sound became muffled, popcorn shifting in bowls, Shinso’s soft laughter at a snide line, the soft rustle of Todoroki’s hoodie as he shifted deeper into Shinso’s side.

 

Aizawa barely heard it.

 

'This… this is manageable. No sharp edges. No fidgeting. No strain.'

 

His mind floated somewhere between awareness and quiet peace. Just grounded enough to stay tethered. Just soft enough to let himself breathe.

 

'Gods, he didn’t even flinch. He knew. Just knew. Handed it to me like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t something I’d always had to hide.'

 

A flicker of thought passed through, quick and sharp.

 

'What if Shinso sees? What if Todoroki asks? What if Nemuri...'

 

But nothing came.

 

No questions. No teasing. No pointed glances.

 

The room moved around him like lazy water.

 

Hizashi was chuckling at something on screen. The nemuri was curled into an oversized chair with a drink and an indulgent smile. Shinso was buried half under a blanket, one foot still wrapped in a cooling gel pad from earlier. Todoroki hadn’t moved much, but he looked content, calm. Maybe a little flushed from the spa steam, but otherwise relaxed.

 

And Izuku… Izuku was curled against Aizawa like he belonged there. Not even watching the movie anymore, just letting the moment happen. Trusting it.

 

Aizawa tightened his arms around him.

 

Let himself feel it.

 

Let himself have it.

 

The chewing slowed but didn’t stop. His jaw worked steadily, tongue flicking over the textured ridges, catching the ring again and again. Pressure. Relief. Stimulus.

 

He sighed through his nose.

 

'He made this feel okay. Normal. Like it’s just part of who I am and not something that needs hiding.'

 

He let his eyes drift shut, the bond humming like a lullaby behind his ribs.

 

'I’d do anything for him. Anything. If he asked me to pull the moon down, I’d start climbing.'

 

His hands smoothed across Izuku’s back. His grip eased. His breathing steadied.

 

And somewhere beneath the soft movie sounds and the quiet conversation, Aizawa finally let himself rest.

 

Not as a teacher. Not as a pro hero. But just as Shota. And that was enough.

 

Aizawa hadn’t noticed the pillow fort until the twinkle lights flickered gently across the room and Nemuri’s laugh echoed from somewhere behind a wall of blankets and couch cushions.

 

He blinked, slow and mildly disoriented, he must have zoned out deeper than he thought. The spa haze hadn’t quite lifted, and his body was still loose and relaxed, his hand resting on Izuku’s hip where he sat in his lap. The weight was comforting. Familiar. Their bond hummed low and steady, a soft golden thread woven into the background of his thoughts.

 

By the time he registered what was happening, the duplicates were already gone. Just… vanished. The residual scent of their presence, lotion, floral oil, and lavender, lingered in the air, but the quirk had clearly worn off. Only the Nemuri remained, hands on her hips as she surveyed the room with a pleased grin.

 

Aizawa was about to move, already planning to carry Izuku upstairs, when a quiet yawn ruffled his thoughts.

 

A kitten yawn.

 

Izuku made the softest sound, his head dipping briefly against Aizawa’s chest, curls tickling his chin. It was nearly soundless, but it hit Aizawa like a weight. He adjusted his hold instinctively, cradling him just a bit closer, fingers rubbing circles against the boy’s back.

 

He shifted, ready to lift Izuku and go, he didn’t want him to fall asleep in the middle of the common room. But just as he started to stand, Nemuri’s voice cut in.

 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

 

He blinked down at her. “Bed.”

 

She raised an eyebrow, arms crossing. “Absolutely not. It’s sleepover night, Eraser. Pillow fort rule: no sneaking off. That’s the deal.”

 

Aizawa opened his mouth to argue, but...

 

He paused.

 

The fort glowed faintly from within, low golden light dancing across the walls like candlelight. Shinso and Todoroki were already inside, curled in their corners with snacks and blankets. Hizashi was somewhere behind a blanket flap, humming quietly under his breath, probably trying to get the Bluetooth speaker to sync with his phone.

 

And no one… looked worried.

 

Not even Shinso.

 

Aizawa glanced toward him, letting his gaze linger just a second longer than necessary. His student, his protege, was lounging back against a pillow pile, eyes half lidded but alert. Comfortable. At ease. Not tense. Not guarded. Not pretending to be asleep to avoid questions.

 

That was rare.

 

Aizawa had trained himself to notice the smallest flickers in body language, and this… this was the most peace he’d seen on Shinso’s face in months.

 

And Todoroki… was close, their shoulders brushing, quiet but clearly choosing to stay near.

 

Aizawa’s chest tugged.

 

Shinso was like a nephew and he needed a good safe home.

 

His eyes narrowed slightly in thought.

 

Maybe he’d talk to Hizashi about it. Make it official. Shinso deserved out of that system. Out of limbo. And Hizashi had already been playing the role of doting, chaotic parent anyway, he doted over the boy like he was one of their own.

 

Maybe he already is.

 

Aizawa looked down again.

 

Izuku was quiet in his arms, his breathing soft and even. He hadn’t said a word, hadn’t lifted his head, hadn’t even opened his eyes but through the bond, Aizawa could feel it. That low thrum of want. Not a desperate plea. Not spoken or shaped into language.

 

Just simple.

 

Warm.

 

Stay.

 

He sighed, quietly defeated, then adjusted so he could lean more comfortably into the pile of cushions.

 

“Fine,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

 

Nemuri smirked and vanished behind the fort flap with a muffled “Told you.”

 

Aizawa eased back into the pillows, Izuku tucked firmly against him, and let his eyes drift half shut. He wouldn’t sleep, not yet but he would stay.

 

Because Izuku wanted him to.

 

Because Shinso was safe here.

 

Because for once… the world was soft, and he wasn’t alone.

 

And because, despite the ridiculousness of pillow forts and spa days and glow in the dark cucumbers… this felt like home.

 

Chapter 43: Ch.43

Next morning Saturday 

 

Aizawa woke slowly, the warm press of blankets and the hush of early morning making the world feel softened at the edges. Pale gray light filtered through the dorm windows, dimmed further by the thick blanket draped over the pillow fort. The air was warm and quiet, the scent of lavender oil and last night’s popcorn still faintly clinging to the fabric.

 

Izuku was still curled into his chest, soft and still, breathing slow and even in sleep. Aizawa didn't move, didn’t want to, not yet. His fingers rested lightly on Izuku’s back, thumb moving in slow, idle circles over the hem of his shirt. The bond thrummed with the warmth of rest, of safety. His own body felt loose, content in a way it hadn’t in months.

 

And for a while, he just lay there.

 

Eventually, though, he noticed movement from across the fort. Zashi was awake too, propped up on one elbow, rubbing sleep from his eyes with the back of his wrist. His glasses were crooked, his hair a mess, and his shirt had twisted at the collar but the moment they made eye contact, Zashi smiled softly, tired but fond.

 

They didn’t speak for a few minutes. It didn’t feel necessary. Just… being was enough.

 

But eventually, Aizawa exhaled and said quietly, “We need to talk.”

 

Hizashi blinked, then sat up a little more, careful not to disturb the collapsed cushion walls around them. “Yeah?”

 

Aizawa nodded, voice still soft to avoid waking the boy curled against him. “Tonight, after everything. I want the three of us to meet upstairs. Privately.”

 

Hizashi tilted his head. “You mean for...”

 

“A yes, no, maybe list,” Aizawa said simply. “We’ve crossed into something deeper. I want everything out in the open. Boundaries. Comfort levels. Physical and emotional intimacy. What we each want and need.”

 

“Good idea,” Hizashi murmured. “Makes sense.”

 

“But,” Aizawa added, his eyes steady, “if you’re going to be supporting us, if you’re going to help out sometimes, then you need to fill it out too.”

 

Hizashi blinked. “Me?”

 

Aizawa nodded once. “So we’re all on the same page. No surprises. No confusion. I don’t want to risk hurting anyone, especially not Izuku because we didn’t take time to talk.”

 

He glanced down then, at the soft curve of Izuku’s cheek resting against his chest. The boy looked so small like this, so young.

“He’s putting a lot of trust in us,” Aizawa said, his voice quieter now. “I’m not going to break it.”

 

Zashi’s expression turned serious.

 

“I’ll do it,” he said. “All of it.”

 

Aizawa looked back up at him. “Good.”

 

Then after a moment, he added, “I’m taking Izuku out after breakfast. Just the two of us.”

 

Hizashi’s smile returned, broader this time. “O, ho. Second date?”

 

Aizawa gave a tired nod. “Yeah. First one went well. He’s been relaxed since. I thought we’d take a quiet walk through the park, then stop at that cat cafe again.”

 

“The same one from your first date?” Hizashi asked, smile curling at the corners.

 

Aizawa gave a small hum of agreement. “It felt right. Peaceful. He also likes cats.”

 

Zashi leaned back against a pillow and looked at them for a moment, the quiet warmth in his eyes unmistakable. “He likes you more.”

 

Aizawa didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. The bond curled warmly between them, and Izuku stirred faintly, nestling in closer, as if to echo the thought.

 

There was a beat of silence between them.

 

Then Aizawa looked over again, more serious. “There’s one more thing.”

 

Hizashi tilted his head.

 

“Shinso.”

 

Hizashi’s brows lifted, curious.

 

“I think you should adopt him,” Aizawa said, firm but not abrupt. “Officially. He already looks to you like you’re his.”

 

Zashi blinked, stunned for just a breath. Then he slowly smiled.

 

“You really think he’d say yes?”

 

“I think you should ask him and find out.”

 

Zashi exhaled, the corners of his mouth twitching upward with something soft. “Yeah… okay. I’ll ask him.”

 

Aizawa nodded and looked back down at Izuku’s sleeping face.

 

The bond pulsed once, steady and warm.

 

“I’m building something here,” he murmured, more to himself than anything.

 

Hizashi nudged his leg under the blanket. “Yeah, Sho. You are.”

 

Aizawa’s fingers moved with steady slowness through Izuku’s curls, tracing small circles along his scalp, brushing down the nape of his neck and back again. It was meditative, the way his hand moved, the warmth that lingered between them, the way Izuku leaned into the touch even in sleep. The bond purred with quiet contentment, each pulse a reassurance. Safe. Loved. Home.

 

He barely glanced up when Hizashi shifted across the pillow fort, pulling a fuzzy blanket over his lap and cradling a steaming mug. The light was still dim, filtered through draped fabric and early morning haze, but Aizawa could see the softened lines in Hizashi’s face. The sleep wrinkled shirt, the quiet alertness behind his glasses. No jokes. No energy at full blast.

 

Just the real Hizashi.

 

Which is probably why Aizawa asked what he did.

 

“Why didn’t you ever ask for more?” he murmured.

 

Zashi blinked mid sip. “More?”

 

Aizawa nodded, brushing a loose curl from Izuku’s forehead. “You’ve always been there. Helped me. Pulled me back when I was spiraling. Dominated when I couldn’t think. And you never… reached out. Never asked for anything else. Not even once.”

 

He hesitated, then added, “I know what you told Izuku. Why it never became something more sexual. But now I’m asking you. Really asking. Why didn’t you want more?”

 

Hizashi sat with it for a beat, his thumb idly brushing the edge of his mug. Then he gave a slow shrug and a small smile, tired but honest.

 

“It’s different for me,” he said. “Always has been. I love helping people I care about. Love seeing them feel safe, grounded, satisfied. That’s enough.”

 

Aizawa studied him, brow furrowing slightly. “I don’t think I get it.”

 

Hizashi chuckled softly, not unkind. “Most people don’t.”

 

He set his mug aside and shifted to sit cross legged, tucking the blanket around himself. “I get off solo. From getting you off. Or whoever I’m helping. That’s the best way to say it.”

 

Aizawa blinked.

 

“I don’t mean I’m jerking off behind the couch or anything,” Hizashi added dryly. “But when I’m involved, when I help and I see someone unravel, see them safe and soft because of me? That’s enough. That’s it for me.”

 

He shrugged again, casual but sincere. “Being involved. Guiding. Dominating, sometimes. It’s not about needing someone to reciprocate physically. It’s just about giving. Watching. Making sure they’re okay.”

 

Aizawa was quiet, turning it over in his mind.

 

“You really don’t want anything more?” he asked.

 

“I don’t need anything more,” Hizashi corrected gently. “I can want, sometimes. But it’s never the driving force. Not with you. Not with Oboro. Not even with a partner, really. The intimacy comes from the care. From being useful. Trusted. That’s what gets me off.”

 

He tilted his head. “Does that make more sense?”

 

“…Sort of,” Aizawa admitted. “Still wrapping my head around it.”

 

“You’re not the only one,” Hizashi said with a grin. “But it’s okay. You don’t have to get it fully. Just knowing it’s real, that it’s mine, is enough for me.”

 

Aizawa glanced down at Izuku’s face again, still soft, still peaceful, still completely trusting.

 

“I didn’t want to assume,” he murmured. “Didn’t want to use you.”

 

“You didn’t,” Hizashi said immediately, without even blinking. “You never did. I chose to give. And I’ll keep giving. That’s who I am.”

 

Aizawa breathed in slow.

 

“Thank you.”

 

Hizashi smiled warmly. “Anytime, Sho.”

 

And Aizawa just nodded, fingers carding gently through Izuku’s hair again.

 

Aizawa kept his hand in Izuku’s curls, the motion slow and rhythmic. The weight of the moment hadn’t passed, but neither of them seemed eager to break it. Zashi sipped from his mug again, eyes watching him over the rim, calm in a way that made it feel safe to just… sit with the truth.

 

Then Hizashi exhaled and spoke softly.

 

“Sho,” he said, voice gentler than usual, “I saw you had a need.”

 

Aizawa glanced up.

 

“I knew, even if you wouldn’t say it. You’ve never been good at asking for that kind of thing. But I know you. I know everyone you truly trust and I am one of them.”

 

Aizawa didn’t deny it. Couldn’t. Hizashi had been there longer than almost anyone else. And he did trust him, enough to let go, enough to be vulnerable, enough to let him help when everything else felt impossible.

 

“You have an extremely high libido,” Hizashi continued, quiet but steady. “Sex drive through the roof. And you won’t do anything about it. You shut it down, lock it away, convince yourself you don’t need it, until it builds up and you’re just miserable.”

 

He said it plainly, not judging, just stating.

 

And Aizawa felt it hit, not like a slap, but like a truth he’d been avoiding for too long. One he’d shaped his habits around, structured his discipline to contain. One he hadn’t put words to, not even in his own head.

 

“I knew I could help,” Hizashi said. “Without crossing boundaries. Without hurting you. So I did. Because I wanted to. And I still do.”

 

Aizawa looked away, jaw tightening slightly. Not out of shame but something closer to overwhelming gratitude.

 

“And,” Hizashi added with a shrug and a crooked smile, “I think I just have a lower libido myself. Maybe it’s just how I’m wired. I’m fine with that.”

 

He gave a small laugh, not mocking, just honest. “Sometimes I think I’m built backwards from the rest of you. I don’t need sex to feel close. Don’t crave it the way others do. But helping? That’s my language. That’s where I live.”

 

Aizawa absorbed that in silence, eyes trailing down to Izuku again. The boy was still sound asleep, soft and safe and his. The bond curled faintly between them, a pulse of warmth where it pressed against his chest.

 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmured, voice low.

 

Hizashi smiled again, gentle, understanding. “You’d still function. You always find a way.”

 

Aizawa gave a quiet hum, thumb stroking slowly along the curve of Izuku’s side.

 

The pillow fort still held the hush of early morning, cocooned in dim light and soft fabric. Aizawa shifted slightly, careful not to jostle Izuku too much as he slid his fingers gently through sleep warm curls. The boy sighed, curling instinctively into the touch, lips parting with a soft sound as he stirred.

 

From across the fort, Hizashi was already moving, stretching with a long groan as he reached over to gently shake Shinso’s shoulder, then Todoroki’s. He murmured something Aizawa couldn’t hear, but the words were kind, playful, waking his soon to be son and, hopefully, his son’s soon to be boyfriend with all the tenderness of someone already invested in their happiness.

 

Aizawa looked back down and leaned in, brushing a soft kiss to Izuku’s temple.

 

“Good morning, kitten,” he whispered, voice still rough from sleep.

 

Izuku blinked slowly up at him, sleep still clouding his eyes but his smile blooming sweet and instinctive, as if it had always been meant for Aizawa.

 

“Good morning, Moonlight,” he murmured back, barely louder than a breath.

 

Aizawa’s heart gave a full, startled lurch in his chest.

 

His breath caught in his throat. Moonlight.

 

It wasn’t teasing. Wasn’t sultry or sly. It wasn’t some flirtatious nickname whispered in the dark. Wasn't drenched in izuku's submission.

 

It was soft. Gentle. His.

 

His first nickname that didn’t come laced with double meanings or private jokes, just affection. Just Izuku seeing him, naming him something beautiful and quiet and true.

 

Moonlight.

 

He swallowed hard, the emotion catching behind his ribs. It settled there like a blooming warmth, unexpected and overwhelming.

 

He was never going to forget this. Not this moment. Not that name. Not the way it was said like a truth Izuku had always known.

 

It was his. Forever.

 

Across the fort, zashi let out a strangled sound, eyes wide and gleaming with joy as he clapped both hands over his mouth in an attempt not to squeal. He failed. The sound that escaped was somewhere between a gasp and a delighted mffphh! as his whole body shook with uncontainable joy.

 

Aizawa didn’t even glare at him. He just smiled. A soft, rare thing. And pulled his kitten closer, whispering once more...“Moonlight, huh?”

 

Izuku nodded sleepily, nose nuzzling his collar.

 

“Yeah. You glow, but it’s quiet. You always make me feel safe.”

 

Aizawa closed his eyes, pressing his lips to that wild green hair, the bond between them humming like a heartbeat.

 

Aizawa moved slowly, still carrying the weight of that nickname in his chest like something fragile and precious. Moonlight. He was sure it would echo in his head for weeks. Years, maybe. He gently guided Izuku up and out of the fort with one arm still wrapped around him, their bond pulsing soft and steady beneath his skin.

 

They didn’t talk much as they climbed the stairs, there was no need. Izuku stayed close, fingers brushing Aizawa’s every few steps, green eyes soft with sleep and affection.

 

Upstairs, the dorm was hushed. Empty.

 

They moved around each other easily, brushing teeth, changing clothes, sharing a couple slow, lingering kisses that tasted faintly of warmth and promise. Aizawa caught himself holding Izuku’s face in his hands for a moment longer than necessary, just watching him smile softly through messy curls.

 

“You look good,” Izuku whispered, shy but honest.

 

Aizawa kissed his forehead in response, low and brief. “You always do.”

 

They finished dressing, casual clothes for a quiet walk, and comfortable shoes, then headed back downstairs, fingers laced loosely together, the invisible bond stretching but never pulling.

 

They were almost to the door when Hizashi suddenly appeared, practically sliding into their path, a wide grin on his face. Shinso was right behind him, leaning against the wall with a raised brow and a travel mug in each hand.

 

“Stop right there, lovebirds,” Hizashi declared, thrusting a travel mug into Aizawa’s hand. “You’re not going on a second date without caffeine. It’s against the rules.”

 

Aizawa blinked at the warm cup, clearly custom. Smelled like his usual blend, plus a little extra cinnamon.

 

Izuku received his own from Shinso with a soft “Thanks,” and an awkward little smile that Shinso answered with a nod and the tiniest quirk of his mouth.

 

Aizawa looked at the lid. It had a little kitten doodled on it. Probably Hizashi’s doing.

 

He raised it slightly in a silent toast, then looked down at Izuku beside

him.

 

“Ready?”

 

Izuku nodded, cheeks a little pink, fingers squeezing his.

 

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

 

They stepped out together into the crisp air of early morning, steaming cups in hand, and the bond purring like a content cat between them.

 

 

 

Chapter 44: Ch.44

Date Saturday 

 

The city felt softer today. The usual low hum of traffic and conversation seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the distant rustle of wind through leaves and the faint trill of birdsong overhead. Aizawa didn’t mind silence, he preferred it, most days but the quiet that settled between him and Izuku now wasn’t empty. It was warm, lived in. Comfortable.

 

Their hands were clasped as they walked, fingers curled together like they’d done it a thousand times, like their bodies had known how before their minds had caught up. Aizawa’s thumb occasionally brushed across Izuku’s knuckles, an absent gesture, but one he couldn’t seem to stop. It grounded him. Reassured him. Confirmed, with every small motion, this is real. He’s here.

 

The park unfolded around them like a painting, serene and untouched. It was tucked between quiet neighborhoods, barely more than a footnote on the city map, but Aizawa had remembered it from long ago patrols. It wasn’t flashy. That was the point.

 

They passed beneath a canopy of flowering trees, branches arched over the gravel path like a tunnel. Sunlight filtered through in golden patches, dappling the ground and the backs of their hands. Off to the side, a creek meandered through the landscape, clear water dancing over smooth stones, the occasional dart of a fish catching the light.

 

A wooden bridge spanned the narrowest point of the creek, and Aizawa led them toward it, drawn by the view and the quiet hush of running water. As they stepped onto the planks, they paused at the center, the breeze lifting the edge of Izuku’s curls and tugging at Aizawa’s hair.

 

The world was slow here.

 

Children played on the far bank, squealing and chasing bubbles their parents blew lazily into the air. One girl, no older than four, ran in uneven circles around her older brother, shrieking with laughter. The boy tolerated it with patient resignation, letting her tug on his sleeve.

 

Aizawa watched them for a moment.

 

Then, without turning, he asked, “You ever want kids?”

 

He felt Izuku’s surprise ripple through the bond, then calm, thoughtful quiet.

 

“Someday,” Izuku said softly. “Yeah. I think… I think I do.”

 

Aizawa turned his head just slightly, enough to catch the edge of Izuku’s profile. His cheeks were tinged pink, his eyes fixed on the kids nearby.

 

“Not for a long time,” he added quickly, shy. “I want to focus on being a hero first. But… maybe in the future. I’ve always imagined a little girl maybe white hair. Don’t know why. Just… it’s always been that image.”

 

Aizawa watched the light shift in Izuku’s eyes, the way his voice curled around the word “future.” He felt the strength of the bond pulse against his chest, hopeful, steady. Not rushed. Not fragile.

 

Just honest.

 

“And if it’s not in the cards,” Izuku said, quieter now, “that’s okay too. It’d hurt, maybe. But I’d be okay. I think I’d still… have love to give. Somewhere.”

 

Aizawa exhaled through his nose, looking down at their joined hands.

 

“I never really pictured it,” he admitted. “Didn’t think I was cut out for it. Didn’t think I’d ever want to be responsible for that much.”

 

Izuku didn’t interrupt. He just leaned a little closer, letting their shoulders press together.

 

“But Shinso… made me start thinking differently.” Aizawa’s voice was low now, steady. “He was already a teenager by the time we crossed paths, but it didn’t matter. He needed someone to see him. Really see him. And that… that I could do.”

 

He paused, eyes tracing the water below.

 

“If I ever did raise a child, it would be like that. Someone already here. Already fighting their way through. I wouldn’t need it to be from the beginning, I’d just need it to be someone I could protect. Someone who needed it.”

 

Izuku’s breath caught softly.

 

Aizawa turned slightly, resting his forehead against the side of Izuku’s curls. Their bond warmed again, slow and steady, like sunlight on river stones.

 

They stood there a while longer, the world hushed around them, letting the words settle.

 

Aizawa led Izuku out of the park slowly, not because there was any urgency to leave, but because neither of them seemed in a rush to let the quiet go.

 

The breeze had picked up slightly as they left the soft rustle of the creek behind, and Izuku’s hand stayed in his as they walked, loose, casual, like the most natural thing in the world. Aizawa held it just as easily, the bond humming a steady, content rhythm between them.

 

The cat cafe sat tucked beneath the second floor of a residential building, just where he remembered. The wide front windows were glowing with early sunlight, and shadows of sleepy cats stretched lazily in the panes. The soft jingle of a bell greeted them as Aizawa pushed open the door, and the warm, familiar scent of roasted coffee, soft pastries, and cat fur spilled out to meet them.

 

It wasn’t crowded, just comfortably busy. The murmur of quiet conversation drifted over the soft clinking of plates and the occasional purr.

 

But what caught Izuku’s attention right away, what pulled a small, surprised breath from his lips, was the black Maine Coon kitten perched near the back of the cafe.

 

It was impossibly fluffy, a smoky black puff with golden eyes and a extremely fluffy tail curled around one side. And it was missing a front leg.

 

The kitten sat on a little fleece pad beside the radiator, licking at its remaining paw with a level of dignity only cats could manage.

 

Izuku blinked, and Aizawa could feel the way the sight hit him, curious, soft, a tangle of emotions too quiet to name.

 

A waitress approached, same one from their last visit and recognized them with a bright smile tail swishing. “Welcome back! That booth near the kitten’s still open, if you’d like it.”

 

“Yes, thank you,” Aizawa said, and let Izuku slide in first.

 

The waitress handed them menus but didn’t rush them. “Can I grab you something to drink while you look?”

 

Aizawa didn’t even glance at the menu. “Two coffees. Black.”

 

Izuku shifted a little, then glanced up. “Could I try the chocolate peppermint one?” he asked softly, cheeks just faintly pink.

 

The waitress nodded, jotting it down. “Absolutely. I’ll bring those right out.”

 

As she moved away, Aizawa caught Izuku peeking at the kitten again. The little thing had finished grooming and was now watching them with big, unblinking eyes, its stump tucked neatly beneath its chest.

 

“She’s a regular,” Aizawa said quietly. “They rescued her from a storm drain, I think. Lost the leg before they found her.”

 

Izuku’s expression twisted gently, and he nodded. “She’s beautiful.”

 

The bond hummed again between them, quiet and fond.

 

Aizawa leaned back slightly in the booth, his eyes on Izuku more than the kitten now. The sun filtered through the window caught in the green of his curls, and the ghost of a smile curved Aizawa’s lips.

 

So far, the day had gone exactly as he’d hoped. And it wasn’t even halfway done.

 

Aizawa let his gaze linger on Izuku for a moment longer, then turned slightly as their drinks arrived. The waitress returned with practiced ease, placing the two black coffees and the chocolate peppermint latte on the table with a smile.

 

Izuku lit up a little at the scent of his drink, fingers wrapping around the warm ceramic as he brought it up for a cautious sip. His eyes widened just a bit, and the delighted hum he gave was soft but unmistakable.

 

Aizawa’s mouth twitched. “Good?”

 

Izuku nodded, lowering the mug. “Really good.”

 

Once they’d placed their orders, two large breakfasts, with Izuku requesting an extra side of hash browns that the waitress promised with a grin, they settled into the warm lull of the cafe. But Aizawa’s mind had already wandered back to the kitten.

 

The black Maine Coon was still watching them, but now from a coiled position, one paw draped elegantly over the edge of the pad. Her missing leg didn’t seem to faze her, if anything, it only emphasized the smooth confidence of her movements.

 

Aizawa tilted his head slightly, then stood up.

 

“I need the bathroom,” he said.

 

Izuku immediately shifted to go with him, and Aizawa didn't protest. They walked together toward the hallway at the back of the cafe, tucked behind the main counter. The bathrooms were single stalls, clean and simply marked. Aizawa slipped into one while Izuku leaned against the opposite wall, hands tucked behind his back.

 

He did, in fact, use the toilet, quick and quiet but the real purpose of the visit was already in motion as he pulled out his phone and opened his messages.

 

Sho:

She’s here. Black Maine Coon kitten, front leg missing. Perfect.

Izuku already loves her. Can you pick her up today? Surprise for him.

 

There was no hesitation before Hizashi’s typing bubble appeared.

 

Zashi:

On it. You’re the best. He’s gonna cry, you know that, right?

I’ll text when I’ve got her.

 

Aizawa smirked faintly at the screen, the kind of smile he rarely let anyone see.

 

He pocketed the phone, washed his hands quickly, then stepped back out to where Izuku was still waiting patiently. The boy looked up as the door opened, eyes soft and trusting.

 

“All good?” Izuku asked.

 

Aizawa nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

 

They walked back to their booth together, side by side. Izuku reached for his drink again, and Aizawa’s gaze flicked one last time toward the kitten, who was now stretching slowly, tail flicking as if she knew something had just changed.

 

She’d be home before nightfall.

 

Izuku just didn’t know it yet.

 

The smell of their breakfasts hit before the plates even touched the table, warm, savory, fresh. Eggs, rice, sausage, hash browns piled high on Izuku’s plate just the way he liked them. Aizawa’s was simpler, but no less filling, and he let out a quiet, satisfied hum as he set his coffee aside.

 

They hadn’t even gotten through a few bites before the kitten made her move.

 

A small blur of black fur leapt from her cushion near the window and landed with practiced ease on the bench beside Izuku. Aizawa watched, amused, as she hesitated only a second before crawling right into Izuku’s lap. She moved with the confidence of someone who already knew they were loved.

 

Izuku blinked down at her, surprised but then smiled, soft and bright. His hand automatically moved to stroke her back, fingers gentle over her soft fur. The kitten purred immediately, the sound loud for such a small creature, and pressed into his hand like she belonged there.

 

Aizawa sipped his coffee and said nothing, but inside, he was already planning where to set up the cat bed in their room.

 

“She’s so sweet,” Izuku murmured. “I don’t think she even notices the missing leg.”

 

“She doesn’t need to,” Aizawa said simply. “She knows exactly how to move.”

 

Izuku nodded, still petting gently, and then after a few more quiet moments he said, “I’ve been thinking… about going more underground. After graduation.”

 

Aizawa looked at him over the rim of his cup. “Yeah?”

 

Izuku gave a half shrug, still stroking the kitten absently. “I’ve always leaned toward rescue and support heavy patrols, but… I don’t know. I keep thinking about what I’m good at. What I want to get better at. And I like the shadows. I like learning from you. You don’t have to be flashy to change the whole battlefield.”

 

Aizawa’s lips twitched in the smallest of smiles.

 

“I was wondering if you’d… keep helping me,” Izuku said, glancing up from under his lashes. “With the parkour. And the movement drills.”

 

Aizawa didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

 

Izuku blinked, surprised at how fast the answer came.

 

“I’d love to,” Aizawa added. “You’ve got the instincts for it. We can sharpen them more. And you’re fast. You think fast.”

 

Izuku’s face lit up, and the bond gave a gentle tug, quietly pleased.

 

Aizawa leaned back a little, picking up a piece of sausage from his plate. “What made you decide?”

 

Izuku ran his fingers down the kitten’s back again, thoughtfully.

 

“I’ve been thinking about it since our last few patrols. But I guess I just… started realizing I want to be the kind of hero who’s harder to see coming. Not because I want to hide but because it gives people like us more control over the outcome. You save more lives when no one knows you’re already ten steps ahead.”

 

Aizawa chewed slowly, thoughtfully. He looked at Izuku, at the quiet fire behind his green eyes, the way he held the kitten so gently even as he talked about shifting his entire future.

 

“That’s a good reason,” Aizawa said. “Not many people understand the value of staying unseen.”

 

Izuku glanced over at him and smiled again, quiet and proud.

 

And Aizawa, watching the kitten nestle further into Izuku’s lap like she'd found her forever home, thought to himself:

'You already know how to move in the dark, sweetheart. You just need to be shown how to thrive there.'

 

He could do that. He’d show him everything.

 

The cafe let them linger longer than expected, but eventually they stepped back out into the sun, the soft purrs of the black kitten still echoing faintly in Aizawa’s ears. Izuku walked beside him with a warm glow still clinging to his cheeks, and Aizawa let their fingers brush until they naturally laced again.

 

They walked for a while. No rush. Just the quiet rhythm of shared steps and the bond’s steady hum between them.

 

Izuku didn’t ask where they were going. He just followed with that gentle curiosity in his gaze until they turned down a narrow side street, past a few office buildings, and stopped in front of a sleek, charcoal gray storefront with frosted glass windows and a plain black awning.

 

There was no logo. No name. Just a subtle keypad by the door and a placard that read, Private Appointments and Verified Entry Only.

 

Izuku blinked. “This is…?”

 

“A quiet store,” Aizawa said simply. “Not hero exclusive. It’s just for people who don’t want to be bothered.”

 

He pressed his ID card to the reader, and after a quiet beep, the lock clicked. He held the door open for Izuku, who stepped inside with wide eyes.

 

It was warm inside, quiet, tasteful lighting, polished wood floors, and modern racks spaced with intention. Designer clothes, high end boots, limited release accessories, nothing too flashy, but everything crafted with precision. A few tailored jackets and stylish scarves hung on side displays, alongside casual wear elevated just enough to be special.

 

A sleek older man behind the front desk looked up. He recognized Aizawa immediately and gave a knowing nod. “Welcome back, Eraser.”

 

Then his gaze shifted to Izuku, curious but not rude. Before he could say anything, Aizawa added, “He’s with me.”

 

That was enough. The man dipped his head again and returned to his tablet without another word.

 

Izuku leaned close and whispered, “So… it’s like a store for celebrities?”

 

Aizawa gave a quiet hum. “Celebrities, heroes, musicians. Anyone who doesn’t want fans asking for autographs while they’re buying socks.”

 

Izuku grinned, then glanced around again, his eyes shining with interest. “I didn’t know places like this existed.”

 

“They’re not advertised,” Aizawa replied. “But you’re on a list now. Your license and my referral got you in. You can come alone if you ever want to. I also added shinso, todoroki was already on the list.”

 

Izuku’s mouth parted slightly in surprise. “Wait, really?”

 

“You’ll have to show your ID at the door,” the clerk added, without looking up, “but yes, we allow provisional licensed heroes if they’re cleared.”

 

Aizawa watched the realization bloom across Izuku’s face, eyes bright, fingers twitching like he didn’t quite know where to start.

 

“Look around,” Aizawa said softly. “Pick something if you want. You’ve earned it.”

 

The joy that flooded the bond was sharp and sweet, like citrus and sunlight. Izuku turned and wandered toward one of the displays, fingers brushing over the edge of a finely stitched hoodie with thoughtful wonder.

 

Aizawa didn’t move, just stood quietly, watching him.

 

Because this, this was why he came. Not for the clothes. Not for the quiet.

 

But for the look on Izuku’s face when he realized he belonged in a world that had once seemed so far out of reach.

 

Chapter 45: Ch.45

 

They returned to the dorms in the early afternoon, the sun filtering lazily through thin clouds as they stepped inside. Aizawa had one bag in hand, Izuku carrying two more, and a third balanced carefully in the crook of his arm, a cup of to go noodles from the cafe’s quick lunch menu.

 

It wasn’t fancy, but it was warm, and the steam felt good on their faces as they stepped into the quiet building. Every step echoed softly in the hush as they made their way to the elevator.

 

When they reached the top floor and opened the door to their shared dorm room, Izuku walked in first, only to freeze just past the threshold.

 

There, in the middle of the living room, was a tiny black Maine Coon kitten.

 

She had oversized paws, a proud puff of a tail, and only three legs. Her missing front leg didn’t slow her down in the slightest as she turned and trotted toward them, meowing loudly in greeting like she’d been waiting all day.

 

Izuku blinked, his whole body going still. “Sho...”

 

He crouched immediately, cup of noodles forgotten on the table, and held out his hands. The kitten, completely unbothered by her limb count, strolled straight into his arms like she belonged there.

 

Izuku gathered her against his chest, already petting between her soft ears, eyes wide and shimmering. “She’s perfect.”

 

“She likes you,” Aizawa murmured, settling onto the armrest of the couch, watching with soft eyes. “Practically climbed into your lap earlier.”

 

Izuku smiled down at her, breath catching as the kitten purred against his collarbone. “She did.”

 

The little feline flopped dramatically in his arms, curled like a croissant, and continued purring without pause. She reached her one front paw toward Izuku’s chin, claiming him completely.

 

Aizawa’s voice was gentle. “What are you going to name her?”

 

Izuku looked at her thoughtfully, then beamed. “Princess.”

 

“Princess?”

 

“She’s royalty,” Izuku said simply, stroking the kitten’s back. “She’s the princess of the dorm now. Of the whole house.”

 

Princess meowed like she agreed, before burying her face into the crook of Izuku’s neck with a happy thrum.

 

Izuku cuddled her close, cheeks pink, curls brushing his forehead. The bond between him and Aizawa was glowing with quiet joy, warm, full, content.

 

Aizawa sat beside them, resting a hand lightly on Izuku’s back as he watched the two of them.

 

The light in the dorm room had deepened to amber, brushing along the floorboards and softening the edges of the room. Their empty lunch cups sat on the side table, long forgotten. The kitten, Princess, was curled up like a shadowy puffball on the armrest, purring in her sleep. The only sound in the room was Izuku’s quiet breathing as he leaned against Aizawa, cheek pressed to his shoulder.

 

Aizawa rested his chin briefly atop Izuku’s curls and exhaled.

 

“It’s getting close to dinner,” he said.

 

Izuku made a small, contented hum in response but didn’t move.

 

Aizawa waited a moment longer, then said gently, “Zashi’s coming by tonight.”

 

That made Izuku lift his head. “Oh?”

 

Aizawa nodded, then adjusted his tone, calm, careful. “We’re going to go over something together. A yes no maybe list.”

 

Izuku blinked, clearly confused. “What’s that?”

 

Aizawa tilted his head, brushing a knuckle down Izuku’s arm before explaining. “It’s a tool. A list of… intimate actions, physical or sexual, where you mark whether something is a definite yes, a definite no, or a maybe you’re open to. It’s for talking about boundaries. Preferences. Things you like, things you don’t. That sort of thing.”

 

Izuku flushed instantly, eyes going wide. “O oh.”

 

“There’s no pressure,” Aizawa said quietly. “You can skip anything you want. It’s not about pushing limits. It’s about being honest, and making sure everyone involved knows what’s wanted, what’s safe, and what’s off limits.”

 

Izuku’s fingers curled lightly into Aizawa’s shirt. “So… it’s so no one accidentally does something wrong?”

 

“Exactly,” Aizawa murmured. “It’s how we protect each other. You and I have already started building something. If Zashi’s going to be involved sometimes, supporting us, he needs to know what your boundaries are too. And you need to know his.”

 

Izuku was quiet for a few heartbeats, processing. Then his voice came out small but steady. “Will… will you be filling one out too?”

 

“I will,” Aizawa said simply. “Zashi will too. All three of us. So no one’s left guessing.”

 

That seemed to help. Izuku relaxed a little more, his head dipping as he tucked back into Aizawa’s side. The bond fluttered warm and steady.

 

“Okay,” Izuku whispered. “That… actually sounds kind of good.”

 

“It is,” Aizawa said. “It’s clear. And you deserve clarity.”

 

Izuku smiled faintly, a little bashful, but nodded. “I’ll do it.”

 

Aizawa pressed a kiss to his temple and lingered there a moment, murmuring, “Good.”

 

They sat together in the quiet after that, Princess stirring only briefly beside them, the light slowly fading toward evening.

 

Aizawa let the silence stretch between them for a few more minutes. The room was peaceful, dim evening light slipping in through the window, the soft sound of Princess purring somewhere on the armrest, and Izuku’s quiet breathing tucked close against his side.

 

The warmth of their bond curled low and steady, but Aizawa could feel the nervous flutter buried just beneath it. Like butterflies trying to keep still. Izuku hadn’t spoken since they’d finished their late lunch, but his fingers kept twitching slightly, against Aizawa’s thigh, against his own shirt hem. Little tells. Subtle, but Aizawa knew them well by now.

 

He ran his fingers gently through the younger’s curls, letting the strands slip softly between them.

 

“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured.

 

Izuku gave a quiet breath of a laugh, his eyes not quite meeting Aizawa’s. “I’m trying not to.”

 

Aizawa nodded once. “Want me to text Zashi? See if he’s free to come up and go over the list now?”

 

Izuku hesitated, just long enough for Aizawa to feel the stutter in his bond, like the jump of a skipped heartbeat. Then he nodded, a little fast, a little flushed. “Yeah. Please. I… I want to. I just, yeah.”

 

His fingers fidgeted again, and he added with a breathy laugh, “I’m nervous. But also really, really excited.”

 

Aizawa gave a small, knowing smile. “That’s a good thing. It means you care.”

 

He leaned over and grabbed his phone from the end table, quickly typing a message with one hand:

 

“Zashi. If you’re free, Izuku’s ready. Come up and we’ll go over the list together.”

 

As soon as it was sent, Aizawa set the phone down again and gently rested his hand on Izuku’s knee. “You’re not doing this alone. I’m here. And we’re taking everything at your pace.”

 

Izuku looked up at him then, the nervous energy still there but wrapped in trust. In something deeper and steadier.

 

Aizawa held his gaze for a few long seconds, letting the bond speak louder than words.

 

Then, with a soft thud, there was a knock at the door.

 

Izuku straightened a little, heart jumping visibly in his chest, and Aizawa gave his knee a reassuring squeeze before standing.

 

He opened the door to find Hizashi on the other side, a folder under one arm and a crooked, playful grin on his face.

 

“Got your message, Sho. Figured I’d come up before either of you overthought it too much.”

 

Aizawa stepped aside to let him in, closing the door gently behind him as Hizashi made his way to the little table by the window. He set the folder down and pulled out three blank copies of the yes no maybe list, setting them in a tidy stack beside a jar of pens.

 

Izuku stood slowly from the couch, nerves making his steps just a little hesitant, but his eyes were bright, glowing with anticipation and trust as he followed Aizawa to the table.

 

They sat together, the bond humming warm and steady between them, as zashi pulled out a chair with a flourish and dropped into it with a soft “Alright, team, let’s do this.”

 

The list

 

Zashi picked up Aizawa's list, his eyes scanning over the carefully written items. A slow smile spread across his face as he began to read aloud.

 

Topping - Prefers it  (goes by sir)

 

Hair pulling - desperately 

 

Strongly dislikes gagging. 

 

Enjoys choking during oral.

 

Tied up - Likes being helpless and desperate for touch.

 

Oral fixation - Could spend hours worshipping partner's body with mouth, teasing until they're desperate.

 

Praise kink - Relishes verbal affirmation.

 

Multiple orgasms from prolonged stimulation.

 

Throat tightening during choking.

 

Dislikes spanking.

 

Zashi's eyes lingered on the last item before he glanced up at Aizawa, a mischievous grin playing at his lips.

 

"Sho, sho," he tsked playfully. "Leaving out all the best parts. Don't you worry though, I'll be sure to take very good care of you."

 

He set the list aside and picked up Izuku's, his brows raising in interest as he began to read.

 

Hair pulling - yes

 

Tied up - Loves it, makes me helpless and desperate (ribbon only)

 

Choking - Feels amazing, pushes me to my limits

 

Spanking - Interested, never tried but curious

 

Bottoming - Likes using toys, thinks I'd enjoy it with a partner

 

Blindfolds - Yes please

 

No gags

 

No restraints like handcuffs

 

Oral fixation - Like giving and receiving

 

Submissive - More so, enjoy letting my partner take charge

 

Praise kink - no degration no pretend abandonment (loves being called kitten and a good boy)

 

Aizawa glanced over at Izuku's list, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the details. He could feel a throbbing ache starting in his groin as he read through the various items, his mind already imagining all the ways he could make Izuku feel good.

 

His gaze flicked down to the item about being tied up, and he could feel himself getting even harder at the thought of Izuku all trussed up and helpless.

 

Aizawa licked his lips, his gaze drifting down to the spanking item. He could see Izuku shifting nervously, and he reached out to cup the boy's cheek in his hand.

 

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he soothed. "We'll start slow, see how you like it. I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

 

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But I have a feeling you're going to love it. You'll be begging for more before you know it."

 

Aizawa leaned in close, his breath hot against Izuku's ear. "And the bottoming...don't worry, we'll take it slow. I want to make sure you're ready, that you're comfortable. But I have a feeling you're going to love it just as much as I do."

 

He pulled back, his eyes soft and reassuring. "We'll figure it all out together, okay? No pressure, no rush. Just two people exploring each other's bodies and minds."

 

Aizawa smiled, his hand still cupping Izuku's cheek. "I'm looking forward to it, Izuku. More than you could possibly know."

 

Aizawa glanced over at Zashi's list, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the various items. He could feel a wave of excitement wash over him at the thought of exploring these things with Izuku, and he quickly shook his head.

 

Zashi's List 

 

(What he will do to Izuku and Aizawa, but they are only allowed to kiss and grind on legs, nothing else):

 

Hair Pulling: Loves doing it to others, feels amazing and pushes them to limits

 

Tied Up: Planning to tie them up, make them helpless and desperate

 

Choking: Loves choking others

 

Spanking: Curious about trying it on others, wants to spank their asses

 

Guiding: Enjoys being dominant, guiding their experiences

 

Toy Use: Plans to use toys on them, interested in fucking their asses

 

Blindfolds: Yes please, wants to blindfold them

 

No Gags

 

No Restraints like handcuffs

 

Domination: Enjoys being dominant, taking charge

 

Aizawa shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to ignore the persistent ache between his legs. Ever since they had finished reading through their yes no maybe so lists just a few minutes ago, his already high libido had skyrocketed. He could feel Izuku's need just as strongly as his own, a constant presence at the back of his mind. It was driving him crazy.

 

He glanced over at Izuku, taking in the other boy's flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. They matched how Aizawa felt inside, hot, bothered, and desperate for release. But Aizawa was trying to be responsible about this. He didn't want to rush into anything and scare Izuku off.

 

"Sho," Izuku blurted out, cutting him off. His hands twisted in his lap, fingers curling restlessly. "I can't stop thinking about it. About you."

 

Aizawa swallowed hard, his cock twitching in his pants at the raw need in Izuku's voice. He knew that feeling all too well. The constant ache, the way every little thing seemed to turn him on. It was exhausting, but at the same time, thrilling.

 

"I... I want that too," he admitted, his voice husky. "More than anything. But I'm worried about moving too fast."

 

"He has a point, sho," Zashi interjected, cutting through their heated discussion like a cool breeze. "You both have very high libidos now after seeing what you're both okay with on those lists. It's only natural that you would want more."

 

Aizawa nodded, taking a steadying breath. "I know. And I'm not saying we shouldn't. We've already done oral a couple times now, so I know we're both comfortable with that. But I'm not hesitant about giving oral to Izuku. I want to taste him, devour him."

 

Izuku bit his lip, gaze dropping to the table. "I do," he said softly. "I want... I want to feel more of you. I want your fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me..."

 

Aizawa hesitated, a flash of uncertainty crossing his face. The thought of touching Izuku like that, of feeling his tight heat around his fingers... it made Aizawa throb with want. But he didn't want to push Izuku too far, too fast.

 

"I wouldn't mind guiding you through this. I have more experience with these kinds of things. If you're both comfortable with that, I can make sure Izuku is okay and that we're all going at a pace he's happy with." Zashi suggested.

 

Aizawa let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. The thought of Zashi being there, watching over them, made him feel safer. Like Izuku would be in good hands if things got too intense. Hizashi new more than he did thanks to him ignoring it for as long as possible.

 

He reached out, taking Izuku's hand in his own. "Okay," he said softly. "If you're sure about this, then yes. Let's do it. With Zashi's help."

 

Izuku squeezed his hand, a soft smile on his face. "I trust you," he said simply. And in that moment, Aizawa knew that no matter what happened, he would do everything in his power to make sure Izuku was happy and safe.

 

He glanced over at Zashi, a look of gratitude on his face. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For being here for us."

 

Zashi smiled back at him, his eyes warm and caring. "Of course, Sho. I care about you both so much. I just want to make sure you're both okay."

 

He turned back to Izuku, his expression softening. "You ready for this?" he asked gently.

 

Izuku took a deep breath, then nodded. "Yes," he said firmly. "I'm ready. I want this. I want you to finger me open."

 

Aizawa felt a rush of desire at those words, his dick twitching in his pants. Fuck, he wanted Izuku so badly. He wanted to feel every inch of him, to stretch him wide and fill him up. Breeding him.

 

But he held back, not wanting to rush things. He stood up, pulling Izuku to his feet and into his arms. He kissed him softly, gently, pouring all his love and desire into it.

 

"Let's go to the bedroom," he murmured against Izuku's lips. "Slowly. Carefully. We'll take this as far as you want to go."

 

Izuku nodded, leaning into the kiss. "Okay," he whispered. "Let's do this."

 

Hand in hand, they walked towards the bedroom, Zashi following close behind. Aizawa's heart was pounding in his chest, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling inside him.

 

He knew this was going to be a big step for them, both physically and emotionally. But he also knew that with Zashi's guidance and Izuku's trust, they could handle anything.

 

Chapter 46: Ch.46

 

Aizawa's heart pounded in his chest as they entered the bedroom, the anticipation building with each step. He glanced over at Zashi, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement swirling inside him. This was a big step for them, both physically and emotionally, but with Zashi's guidance, he knew they could handle anything.

 

As soon as they entered the room, Zashi took charge, guiding Aizawa to strip Izuku and himself. Aizawa's hands shook slightly as he helped Izuku out of his clothes, revealing smooth, pale skin that made his mouth water. He could feel Izuku's gaze on him, full of trust and desire, and it made his dick throb with want.

 

Once they were both naked, Zashi instructed Izuku to lay on the bed. Aizawa watched, mesmerized by the sight of Izuku spread out before him, his hard cock resting against his belly, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

 

"Where did Nemuri put that bag of toys?" Zashi asked, searching the room.

 

Aizawa's mind was hazy with lust, but he tried to focus. "I think... in the closet," he said, his voice rough with desire.

 

Zashi took charge, "Alright, Sho," Hizashi said softly, "let's take this slow. First, get him nice and relaxed."

 

Aizawa nodded, leaning down to capture Izuku's lips in a searing kiss. He took his time, teasing Izuku's mouth with his tongue, coaxing soft moans from his throat. All the while, his hands roamed Izuku's body, caressing every inch of smooth skin.

 

"Good," Hizashi murmured, watching them with a warm smile. "Now, let's get him ready. Have him roll onto his stomach for you."

 

Aizawa gently maneuvered Izuku onto his belly, admiring the way his ass lifted invitingly. He squeezed the firm globes, kneading the flesh, relishing in Izuku's soft gasps.

 

"Nice and slow," Hizashi reminded him. "Start with one finger, getting him used to the sensation. Lube it up good."

 

Aizawa nodded, pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He teased Izuku's hole with the tip of one finger, circling the rim gently before pressing inside. Izuku tensed slightly, but Aizawa just kept kissing his back, whispering reassurances until he relaxed again. All the while, he could feel Izuku's arousal building, could sense the way he was drowning in sensation.

 

"Good boy," Hizashi praised, watching Aizawa work. "Nice and slow. Let him adjust."

 

Aizawa took his time, patiently stretching Izuku with one finger, then two. He scissored them gently, feeling Izuku's muscles flutter around him. All the while, Hizashi guided him, offering soft instructions and encouragement.

 

After a few minutes, zashi gave him a nod. "You're doing great, Sho. He's ready for more."

 

Aizawa added a third finger, picking up the pace slightly. Izuku gasped, his back arching as Aizawa's fingers hit his prostate. Aizawa grinned, doing it again and again until Izuku was writhing beneath him. Aizawa groaned, feeling the explosion of pleasure that ripped through Izuku's body, through their bond.

 

"O, Fuck," Aizawa gasped, doubling over slightly from the intensity of it. "I can feel everything."

 

"I know," Hizashi said softly, rubbing Aizawa's back. "It's a lot. But you're handling it beautifully."

 

Aizawa nodded, trying to catch his breath. He withdrew his fingers carefully, feeling the loss of heat as Izuku's hole clenched around nothing. He flipped Izuku over, pulling him into a deep kiss.

 

They ground against each other, dicks sliding together deliciously. Aizawa could feel every flicker of Izuku's pleasure, and could sense the way his climax was building deep in his core.

 

"Please," Izuku gasped against his lips. "I need you inside me."

 

Aizawa groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. He could feel Izuku's desperation, his hunger. It matched his own perfectly.

 

But he held back, not wanting to rush things. He wanted to savor this moment, to feel every inch of Izuku's body as he claimed him fully.

 

He leaned down, capturing Izuku's lips in a searing kiss. He could taste Izuku's arousal on his tongue, feel the way his heart raced in his chest. It was intoxicating, being so deeply connected to another person.

 

Aizawa broke the kiss, reaching between Izuku's legs. He teased Izuku's hole with his fingertips, feeling the heat of it against his skin.

 

Izuku gasped, his back arching as Aizawa's fingers pressed inside. Aizawa groaned, feeling the tight, silky heat of Izuku's inner walls around him.

 

"Good boy," Hizashi praised, watching Izuku take Aizawa's fingers. "You're doing so well, baby. Taking it like a champ."

 

Izuku flushed at the praise, his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the sensation. Aizawa captured his lips in another kiss, swallowing his moans of pleasure.

 

He scissored his fingers gently, feeling Izuku's muscles flutter around him. He could feel every flicker of Izuku's pleasure, could sense the way his climax was building deep in his core.

 

" Mmm Fuck," Aizawa groaned, his cock throbbing with need. "You're so tight for me, kitten. So perfect."

 

Izuku whimpered, his hips rocking faster against Aizawa's hand. Aizawa picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers harder, deeper. 

 

He then settled between Izuku's legs, admiring the way his dick stood hard and proud against his belly.

 

He leaned in, running his tongue along the length of Izuku's shaft. Izuku gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets beneath him.

 

"Good boy," Hizashi praised, watching Izuku take Aizawa's mouth. "You like having your boyfriend's tongue on your dick, don't you baby? He's going to make you feel so good."

 

Izuku whimpered in response, his hips jerking up off the bed. Aizawa took him into his mouth, sucking hard as he pushed two fingers back into Izuku's hole.

 

"Fuck," Hizashi groaned, watching them with lust darkened eyes. "Look at you take him, baby. You're such a good little cocksucker for your boyfriend."

 

Aizawa moaned around Izuku's member, the praise making him throb with need. He sucked harder, bobbing his head faster as he fingered Izuku's hole.

 

He could feel Izuku tensing, hearing the way his breathing became more ragged. He knew he was close, and could sense the way his climax was building.

 

"Cum for me," Hizashi encouraged, his voice low and rough with desire. "Let me see you cum on Sho's fingers. Show him how good he makes you feel."

 

Izuku let out a broken cry, his body going tense as his orgasm crashed over him. Aizawa felt it through their bond, felt the way Izuku's cock pulsed in his mouth as he came.

 

He swallowed every drop, moaning at the taste of his boyfriend on his tongue. His own climax hit him hard, his cock pulsing as he spilled into his sheets.

 

Aizawa pulled off Izuku's dick with a wet pop, admiring the way it twitched and throbbed with need. He could feel Izuku's arousal through their bond, sense the way his boyfriend's body ached for more.

 

"Fuck," he groaned, looking up at Izuku with half lidded eyes. "You're so hard for me, kitten. I love it."

 

Izuku whimpered in response, spreading his legs wider in invitation. Aizawa dove in, burying his face between Izuku's cheeks.

 

He could taste Izuku's arousal on his tongue, could feel the way his boyfriend's hole fluttered against his lips. He lapped at it, teasing the sensitive skin with his tongue.

 

"Use that tongue ring," zashi ordered, his voice low. "Give your boyfriend what he needs."

 

Aizawa needed no further encouragement. He thrust his tongue inside, feeling the way Izuku's tight heat clenched around him. He swirled his tongue, teasing Izuku's inner walls with the cold metal of his tongue ring.

 

"Oh fuck," Izuku gasped, his hands fisted into the sheets. "Sir, your tongue feels so good. Please, more."

 

Aizawa moaned against him, the praise making him throb with need. He doubled his efforts, fucking Izuku's hole with his tongue as he reached down to stroke his own aching shaft.

 

He could feel Izuku's pleasure through their bond, sense the way his climax was building once more. He redoubled his efforts, sucking and licking at Izuku's hole until he was writhing beneath him.

 

"Cum for me," Hizashi ordered, his voice filled with command. "Let me see you cum on Sho's tongue. Show him how much you love having his face between your legs."

 

Izuku let out a broken cry, his body going tense as his orgasm crashed over him once more. Aizawa felt it through their bond, felt the way Izuku's hole pulsed around his tongue as he came. Aizawa came on the sheets again with a filthy moan.

 

He lapped at it, swallowing every drop of Izuku's release. He pulled back, looking up at Izuku with hazy, satisfied eyes.

 

Aizawa gazed down at Izuku's sated form, their bond thrumming with satisfaction. But even as their orgasms ebbed, he could feel the heat building again, the need for more. His cock was still hard, aching for release. And he could feel Izuku's desire through their link, sense the way his boyfriend's arousal was rising once more.

 

"I need more," Aizawa groaned, looking up at zashi with sex drunk eyes. "I need to be inside him. I need to fuck him."

 

Hizashi frowned, shaking his head. "That wasn't part of the plan," he said firmly. "We agreed to start slow, to explore other avenues before taking that step."

 

Aizawa whined, frustration and lust warring within him. "Please," he begged, his voice strained. "I need him. I need to claim him, to make him mine."

 

Zashi sighed, reaching out to grip Aizawa's hair tightly. "I said no," he said, his voice brooking no argument. "You will not take him until he is ready."

 

Aizawa shivered at the authority in zashi's tone, his dick twitching with renewed interest. He could feel Izuku's arousal spike through their bond, sense the way his boyfriend was turned on by zashi's dominance.

 

"Fuck," Aizawa groaned, his hips jerking forward of their own accord. "Yes..."

 

Zashi grinned, yanking hard on Aizawa's hair. "Cum for me," he purred, his other hand reaching down to stroke Izuku's dick. "Both of you. Now."

 

Aizawa cried out as his orgasm crashed over him, his cock pulsing as he spilled over Hizashi's hand. Through their bond, he could feel Izuku cuming too, his boyfriend's pleasure mixing with his own.

 

As soon as zashi pulled on his hair, Izuku was moaning, his dick throbbing and spilling over zashi's fingers. "Oh fuck, oh god," he gasped, his body shaking with the force of his release.

 

Hizashi kept stroking, kept tugging on Aizawa's hair, pushing them higher and higher. Aizawa's vision whited out as he came again, his body going limp as he dropped into subspace. Beside him, he could feel Izuku doing the same, could sense his boyfriend's blissful surrender.

 

Hizashi finally stopped, petting them both gently as they floated in the afterglow. "Good boys," he murmured, his voice soft and approving. "You did so well."

 

Aizawa smiled dazedly up at him, nuzzling into his touch. "Thank you," he said softly. "For everything.

 

As Aizawa drifted in the warm afterglow of their shared pleasure, he could feel the gentle movement of the bed, Hizashi carefully adjusting their positions to ensure comfort. He heard Izuku whine softly, still lost in the haze of subspace, and zashi's soothing voice murmuring reassurances.

 

"Sho," Hizashi called softly, and Aizawa blinked open heavy lidded eyes to see his lover looking down at him with a gentle smile. "I'm going to clean you up now, alright? Just relax."

 

Aizawa nodded, letting his eyes flutter closed again as he felt a warm, damp cloth gliding over his skin, wiping away the evidence of their passion. He could feel Izuku sighing contentedly beside him, clearly enjoying the same ministrations.

 

Aizawa was floating with izuku.

 

Not in the literal sense but in that soft, untethered way that only came after complete surrender. He could feel Izuku was, too. Their bond was thick and golden between them, pulsing gently like a heartbeat shared between souls. Warmth. Peace. Stillness. Even the subtle emotional impressions bleeding across the bond were slow and syrupy, like honey drifting lazily through warm tea.

 

His thoughts drifted, weightless, dipping in and out of awareness. He couldn’t remember when he stopped speaking. Couldn’t remember if he’d thanked Hizashi or if he’d even been capable of doing so. But none of it mattered. The moment was soft and safe and infinite.

 

Hizashi was there. His energy was bright and steady as always, hands practiced and gentle as he guided them both through the smallest tasks. Aizawa felt himself being eased into a seated position, Sleep pants pulled up, cotton soft and warm from being folded on the nearby dresser. The fabric settled around his waist, grounding him faintly back into his body.

 

Beside him, Izuku made a soft noise of protest, something like a tired whimper but zashi soothed him with a low, fond hum as he helped him through the same motions. There was no shame here. No awkwardness. Just the quiet comfort of being cared for.

 

Fresh sheets rustled beneath them, their old bedding already gone. Aizawa hadn’t noticed the change, but now that he was sinking into the newly made bed, he could feel the crisp smoothness, the faint scent of clean laundry and lavender oil clinging to the pillowcase.

 

His limbs were liquid. His breathing slow. His heart felt wrapped in gauze.

 

Zashi pressed a bottle of cool water into his hand. Aizawa blinked blearily down at it, fingers barely gripping the plastic before it was uncapped for him. He drank without thinking, the coolness slipping down his throat and coaxing a faint awareness back into his chest.

 

Then came the squeezy.

 

A jelly pouch, sweet, familiar, safe. Hizashi popped the top with a gentle flick and placed it in Aizawa’s hand with a quiet, “Here ya go, Sho.”

 

Aizawa closed his lips around the straw and sucked slowly. It was apple strawberry, a soft flavor that didn’t overwhelm his dulled senses. The sugar hit slowly, a low hum in his chest and fingers, gently pushing away the edge of fatigue without banishing the float.

 

Beside him, Izuku did the same. The boy was curled under the blanket now, half in Aizawa’s space, hair a mess of soft curls and sleepy warmth. He was murmuring again, something too faint to understand but his fingers found Aizawa and clung there lightly, grounding himself. The bond fluttered in response, soft and affectionate.

 

Once they’d finished, Hizashi took the empty pouches, wiped their hands gently with a damp cloth, then pulled the blanket up over both of them. Aizawa shifted just enough to drape his arm across Izuku’s waist, guiding him the last few inches into his side.

 

Izuku followed without resistance, tucking in like he belonged there. Like he always had.

 

The bed dipped once more as Hizashi leaned down, first brushing a kiss over Izuku’s forehead, then pausing beside Aizawa’s temple.

 

“Sweet dreams, you two,” he murmured. “I’m locking up. Call me if you need anything.”

 

Aizawa barely nodded.

 

The door clicked shut behind him.

 

The room was dim now, lit only by the warm glow of the little lamp on the nightstand and the fading light outside. Everything was still. No more words. No more responsibilities. Just the steady sound of Izuku’s breath and the comforting hum of the bond.

 

Aizawa let his hand rest over the curve of Izuku’s side. He could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, the faint warmth that lingered from the jelly snack, the soft curls brushing his collarbone. The bond thrummed again, low and full.

 

He sighed, eyes already closing.

 

He’d spent years knowing nothing but exhaustion. Stress. Weight. Constant pressure.

 

And yet here, with his little love cradled to his chest and the world narrowed down to this one room, this one night… he felt at peace.

 

Safe.

 

Home.

 

And for the first time in a long time… not alone. Aizawa let go of the last thread tethering him to wakefulness. And finally, he slept.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 47: Ch.47

Sunday morning 

 

Izuku woke slowly, the golden morning light slipping through the curtains and pooling across the floor like liquid warmth. The bed was soft beneath him, still faintly smelling of lavender and something uniquely Sho, clean, comforting, a little like fresh ground coffee and cats. He blinked slowly, letting his eyes adjust as he became aware of the steady rise and fall beneath his cheek.

 

Sho was still asleep.

 

His arms were around him, their bodies tangled together under the sheets. The bond pulsed soft and steady between them, like a second heartbeat brushing against his own. It was the kind of warmth that soaked into his bones and made him want to melt further into the mattress.

 

Izuku smiled to himself and burrowed closer.

 

Carefully, so carefully, he let his fingers drift down sho’s chest, lightly tracing the edge of his pecs, then down the subtle ridges of his abs. Defined. Solid. Strong. He had a nice six pack, lean and sculpted like everything about him was made for quiet efficiency. Very little body hair, smooth except for the faintest dusting. Probably good genes. Definitely good everything. 

 

His fingers lingered, just barely pressing.

 

He still couldn’t believe it.

 

Sho was his boyfriend.

 

His.

 

The memory of the night before curled through him, warmth, arousal, raw need… something deeper. That drifting, floaty feeling. How Sho had been both dominant and submissive. How attentive. They hadn’t gone all the way, but that hadn’t mattered. Not at all. Everything they did share felt like a thousand steps closer, like the kind of closeness Izuku had only dreamed of having with someone.

 

And truthfully, he wouldn’t have regretted more.

 

He knew that.

 

His face flushed faintly against Sho’s chest, his fingers still lightly exploring. Thinking about sho's fingers stretching him open.

 

But they’d agreed to take things one step at a time. They wanted to be careful, to build something real without rushing. Even if his quirk and the bond, had made everything feel so much more intense, almost impossible to stop, Zashi had been there. Zashi, who somehow always knows when to step in without making it weird or judgmental. Who could read them both so easily.

 

Izuku was grateful for that.

 

Grateful… and a little embarrassed, but mostly grateful.

 

He sighed, soft and happy, and nuzzled a little closer under sho’s arm. The older man didn’t stir, just breathed deeply, still lost in sleep. His hair was a little mussed, his mouth slightly parted. He looked peaceful like this. Softer.

 

Izuku smiled again.

 

'What should we do today…?' he wondered, eyes flicking lazily toward the window and the bright slant of sunlight across the floor.

 

Sunday. Quiet. No classes. Nothing urgent. Just… them.

 

His thoughts flicked to the one on one training again, to the way Sho moved so effortlessly when they trained. The way his muscles shifted under his shirt. The way he always adjusted the pace just right for Izuku to push himself without ever falling behind.

 

'Maybe… I can talk him into more parkour practice today', he thought. 'Or maybe just climbing around the city scape training ground again. I could use the movement.'

 

He didn’t want to waste the day. Not when they were like this. Not when it could be another memory they’d both carry.

 

Izuku's thoughts had just begun to quiet, settling like mist after rain, when the steady rise and fall of Sho’s chest beneath him shifted. It was subtle, the kind of movement you wouldn’t notice unless you were already curled up so close that your entire world had narrowed to the warmth of another heartbeat.

 

Sho stirred.

 

A soft inhale.

 

Muscle shifting beneath Izuku’s palm where it rested over his stomach.

 

Then… a kiss. Low and unhurried, pressed gently to his forehead.

 

Izuku didn’t move at first. He just closed his eyes and let the moment wash over him. That kiss didn’t ask for anything. It didn’t ignite flames or stir urgency. It simply was, a promise in touch, warm and quiet, a seal pressed over the center of his thoughts like a weightless hand on his back whispering, You’re loved. You’re safe.

 

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he tilted his head to look up, emerald eyes meeting onix.

 

Sho looked impossibly soft in the early morning light. His hair, still wild from sleep, spread across the pillow behind him like a black halo. His eyes were heavy with sleep, half lidded but focused, and Izuku felt himself melting under the calm in that gaze.

 

“Morning,” Sho murmured, voice scratchy and low.

 

“Morning moon light,” Izuku replied, softer still, like anything louder might shatter the peace surrounding them.

 

Their lips met with a quiet, shared breath, just the barest brush at first. Familiar. Unhurried. Sho’s hand slid up to cradle the back of his head, fingers gentle in his curls, and Izuku leaned into it instinctively.

 

It was a lazy, half drowsy make out session, full of warmth but absent of fire. There was no hunger in it. Just the joy of contact. The grounding sensation of skin on skin, lips on lips. The slow exhale of two people who didn’t need to speak to say I love you.

 

Izuku shifted in Sho’s lap slightly, one leg curling up as he angled closer, pressing into him with the kind of trust that came from knowing someone would never drop you. Sho responded immediately, tightening his arm around Izuku’s waist, the strength in that one move sending a flutter down Izuku’s spine.

 

The bond between them purred, soft pulses of gold and pale green, each wave brushing lightly at his senses, like fingertips on his thoughts.

 

Safe.

 

Wanted.

 

Loved.

 

Izuku sighed into the next kiss, and Sho caught it with his lips, deepening just slightly, enough to steal his breath, to remind him this wasn’t a dream. That this was real. That he was real. Loved not for what he could do, or how hard he tried, but for who he was.

 

Sho’s free hand slid down his back slowly, not with intention, but with care, like he was rediscovering what it meant to touch something precious.

 

Eventually, their kisses slowed to stillness, their breathing even and shared in the space between them. Foreheads touched. Fingers stilled in curls. Sho’s thumb brushed idly along Izuku’s spine, and Izuku rested his palm against Sho’s chest, feeling the steady beat beneath it.

 

They stayed that way for several long, quiet minutes. Just existing. Not planning. Not worrying. Not thinking about training or quirks or paperwork or trauma.

 

Just being.

 

Izuku didn’t need anything else in that moment.

 

His head rested on Sho’s shoulder now, one of his hands playing lazily with the edge of the blanket, the other still curled over Sho’s heart.

 

The soft hush of the pillows wrapped around them like a cocoon, muffling the outside world. Even the little kitten, Princess, was snoozing on a blanket nearby, a tiny paw twitching in sleep.

 

Eventually, Izuku whispered, barely loud enough to break the peace:

 

“I could stay like this forever.”

 

Sho didn’t speak, but he hummed, a low, content sound that vibrated through Izuku’s bones and made him feel even more rooted in that moment.

 

Izuku shifted again, curling in a little closer.

 

Their bond thrummed, curling warm around the edges of their minds like a second blanket.

 

The quiet of the morning wrapped around them like a second blanket, warm and drowsy. They were already awake, and had been for a little while now. Just a couple words spoken so far. Just touches. Slow fingers tracing along pecs and abs. Gentle sighs. The comfortable weight of Sho’s arm draped over Izuku’s waist and the soft purr of their bond, steady between them.

 

Izuku’s cheek rested against Sho’s chest, one leg tangled with his, heart full and still swirling with contentment from the night before. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to disturb the moment.

 

Then...

 

Grrrrrgle.

 

Izuku’s stomach broke the silence with an almost comically loud growl.

 

There was a pause.

 

Then a low chuckle vibrated under Izuku’s ear as Sho shifted slightly, pressing a kiss into his curls.

 

“Well, sunshine,” Sho murmured, voice rough with sleep but amused, “I think that means it’s time for breakfast.”

 

Izuku groaned and buried his face in Sho’s chest. “Betrayed,” he mumbled dramatically.

 

Sho only laughed again, brushing a kiss to his temple and then to the tip of his nose. “C’mon,” he said, easing them both up with one more kiss to Izuku’s cheek. “Let’s get you something to eat.”

 

They untangled from the bed slowly, not rushing anything. It was Sunday. No students. No emergencies. Just each other.

 

Izuku still sleepy eyed as they padded into the main room. Princess, their black Maine Coon kitten, already jumping onto the back of the couch like her throne, her massive paws tucked under her and golden eyes blinking at them with regal indifference.

 

Izuku scooped her up on the way to the kitchen. She grumbled, then chirped, then purred like a small motorcycle against his chest. Sho just smiled at the sight.

 

“You two are ridiculous,” he muttered affectionately.

 

“She’s the princess of the house,” Izuku said, yawning and hugging the cat closer. “She agrees.”

 

Sho only shook his head, already gathering ingredients. Rice went into the cooker, miso into a small pot. Eggs cracked. Tofu sliced. Green onions chopped.

 

A traditional Japanese breakfast, simple, nourishing, comforting. Just like the way Sho moved around the kitchen, calm and capable.

 

Izuku leaned on the counter, still cuddling the not so small kitten, watching Sho work. 

The room filled with the smell of breakfast and the quiet sense of home.

 

“You don’t have to do all this,” Izuku murmured softly, resting his cheek against Princess’s fur.

 

Sho glanced back with a shrug. “I want to. You deserve a good meal. And I love taking care of you.”

 

Izuku ducked his head, hiding a warm smile behind the kitten’s ear.

 

And when Sho turned to him again, pouring coffee into two cups, one straight black and the other with cream and sugar, his voice was just as soft.

 

“I could get used to this,” he whispered to himself.

 

Sho glanced over his shoulder. “Almost done, sunshine.”

 

Izuku smiled, cheeks warm. He was home. He quickly checked her food and water thankfully it was mostly full, it was an automatic feeder.

 

They sat down at the small kitchen table, the gentle clatter of dishes filling the quiet morning air. Steam rose in delicate curls from their bowls, and the scent of warm rice, savory miso soup, and soft tofu mixed with eggs and green onion wrapped around them like a blanket. Princess padded softly beneath the table, brushing her thick tail against Izuku’s ankle as if claiming him again.

 

Izuku settled into the chair across from Sho, his stomach still rumbling faintly as the first bite of food touched his tongue. It was perfect, simple and comforting. The rice was soft and slightly sticky, the miso warm and rich, and the tofu dish was savory with just a hint of salt and green onion. He hummed softly, closing his eyes for a moment just to savor it.

 

Everything about this was soft.

 

Domestic.

 

Romantic, in a way Izuku had only ever dreamed about.

 

He opened his eyes and looked at Aizawa across the table, his boyfriend and felt a strange little flutter in his chest. Sho sat relaxed but upright, his lean, scarred chest faintly kissed with morning light from the window. His hair was still tousled from sleep, and there was the faintest hint of pillow crease pressed along his left shoulder. He looked unfairly good like this, in nothing but low slung sleep pants, like some kind of contradiction made real.

 

And yet… Sho looked so content.

 

He wasn't speaking much, he rarely did but his quiet focus on Izuku was enough. Every movement felt intentional. He passed Izuku the soy sauce without being asked. Nudged the chopped green onion closer when he noticed him eyeing it. And at one point, with absolutely no warning, he lifted a small piece of soft tofu from his bowl and offered it across the table.

 

Izuku flushed immediately. Even shirtless, barefoot, hair an adorable mess from sleep, he still leaned forward obediently and took the bite, cheeks going pink when Sho’s lips curled in a small, smug smirk.

 

“Thank you,” Izuku mumbled, hiding behind his next spoonful of soup.

 

They kept eating in a rhythm that felt almost practiced, like they’d been doing this for years rather than just… days. It wasn’t loud, or flashy, or full of grand gestures. It was Sho being Sho, quiet, firm, and unexpectedly soft. And Izuku couldn't help watching him as he moved, took a sip of coffee, reached down once to gently nudge Princess’s big tail out of the way when she got too close to the stove.

 

He’s so many things all at once, Izuku thought, resting his cheek against one hand for a moment. So gruff, and tired, and intimidating… but also careful, and steady, and so, so gentle with me.

 

He looked at Sho’s hands, strong and scarred but capable of such tenderness. He looked at the way his hair still stuck up in the back from where Izuku had run his fingers through it earlier. He watched the way Sho sipped his coffee, the same cup he always used with the tiny chip on the rim, and how his eyes flicked toward Izuku every few moments, never lingering, but always checking. Grounding.

 

Izuku smiled into his rice.

 

Sho contradicted himself at every turn. He was handsome, but rugged. Quiet, but expressive when it counted. Always exhausted, but willing to go out of his way to make Izuku smile. He was serious, yes, and a little prickly, but he’d volunteered to cook. He’d offered food. He’d kissed Izuku’s nose and called him Sunshine.

 

He didn’t have to. But he did.

 

And Izuku loved him for it.

 

He reached out without thinking, letting his hand rest over Sho’s where it lay on the table. Sho didn’t move. Just glanced up, eyes soft and unreadable in that way only he could manage, then turned his palm and gently curled his fingers around Izuku’s.

 

Izuku squeezed his hand, his heart beating a little faster, but it wasn’t nerves. It was warmth. It was joy.

 

It was real.

 

“I love this,” Izuku whispered.

 

Sho’s brow arched just slightly. “Breakfast?”

 

“This,” Izuku said, eyes glowing. “All of it. You. This morning. The quiet. Us.”

 

Sho looked at him for a long moment.

 

Then he nodded. “Me too.”

 

And that was enough.

 

They finished breakfast slowly, sharing soft smiles, occasional bites, and whispered nothings. Princess eventually settled on the armrest nearby, grooming her front paw with all the elegance of a spoiled royal. Sho offered Izuku the last spoonful of miso, and Izuku leaned across the table just to press a kiss to his cheek in return.

 

Everything was soft. Everything was simple. And Izuku wouldn’t trade it for the world.

 

Chapter 48: Ch.48

 

When the last dish was away and the towel was hung to dry, Izuku stretched his arms over his head with a little yawn. The air smelled faintly of miso and fresh rice, and Princess had relocated herself to a sunny patch by the window, lazily grooming her shoulder like she owned the place.

 

Sho moved then, slow and deliberate.

 

“Sho?” Izuku began, but before he could say anything else, Sho stepped closer, slipped his arms around Izuku’s waist, and lifted him off the ground with no warning at all.

 

“Wha...!” Izuku laughed, instinctively curling into him. “Sho, you can’t just..!”

 

“We’re sitting down,” Sho said simply, already walking them to the couch.

 

Izuku let himself be carried, mock grumbling under his breath, but his smile betrayed him. Sho’s hold was firm and secure, and when he lowered them both onto the couch, Izuku ended up tucked snugly in his lap, chest to chest, one of Sho’s hands curling possessively around his waist.

 

He melted instantly.

 

The warmth. The closeness. The gentle beat of Sho’s heart beneath his cheek. It was perfect.

 

They sat like that for a moment, just breathing in the stillness. Izuku idly traced a circle on Sho’s chest with his fingertip, his thoughts drifting peacefully, until one sparked a little brighter.

 

“Sho?” he asked quietly, tilting his head up just enough to see his boyfriend’s face.

 

Sho glanced down, one brow lifting slightly in invitation.

 

“I’ve been thinking,” Izuku said, voice a little hesitant. “Would you… maybe take me to one of the cityscape training grounds today? I really want to work on my parkour more.”

 

Sho’s gaze sharpened slightly, more alert now.

 

“Parkour?”

 

“Yeah.” Izuku nodded, suddenly more animated. “I want to get better at transitions, vaults, rolls. Especially if I’m going to shift toward underground heroics like I’ve been thinking about. I’ll need to be better on my feet, quicker in close spaces. You’re so good at it, and I thought maybe…”

 

He trailed off, suddenly self conscious.

 

Sho was still watching him, expression unreadable. His thumb moved in slow circles at Izuku’s side, thoughtful.

 

“You want me to teach you?” he asked, voice low.

 

“If you don’t mind,” Izuku said quickly. “You’re amazing at it, and I trust you, and..”

 

Sho gently pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

 

“I’ll take you,” he said. “But you follow everything I say. No skipping warm ups. No ignoring technique to show off. If I say you stop, you stop. No arguing. If you break the rules I will spank you, got it.”

 

Izuku nodded immediately. “Yes, sir. Promise. I’ll do everything right.”

 

Sho searched his face for a moment longer, like he was checking the truth of the words, then leaned in and rested their foreheads together. Izuku’s breath caught at the closeness, the tenderness in the gesture.

 

“You’re lucky I like you,” Sho murmured, lips brushing just against Izuku’s skin.

 

Izuku smiled, cheeks warm. “I’m lucky you like teaching.”

 

Sho huffed a quiet laugh, more breath than sound, then kissed the bridge of his nose with soft precision.

 

Izuku giggled under his breath and snuggled in closer, resting his head under Sho’s chin. He let the quiet wash over them again, content in the rise and fall of Sho’s chest against his own.

 

The thought of getting to train with Sho, to learn more under his watchful eye, made something inside him buzz with excitement. Not because he wanted to impress him, though that was always a nice bonus but because it meant time. Time together. Growth. Trust.

 

He could already picture it: climbing, rolling, vaulting, Sho’s voice sharp and encouraging in his ear, maybe even a few praise filled mutters when he stuck a new move.

 

Yeah. Today was going to be a good day. He could feel it.

 

They’d just settled into the quiet again, the weight of Sho’s answer still warm in Izuku’s chest, when a brisk series of knocks echoed from the front door.

 

Before either of them could say anything, the door creaked open, and Hizashi’s unmistakable voice called cheerfully, “Oh good, you’re up!”

 

Izuku blinked and lifted his head from Sho’s chest, his hair flopping gently into his eyes. Sho grumbled but didn’t move to sit up just yet.

 

“The boys wanted to know if you two wanted to hang out downstairs,” Hizashi continued, peeking in with an easy grin and a little wave. He looked… well, like Hizashi. Bright eyed, dressed in joggers and a tank top, hair pulled back in a half ponytail like he’d thrown it up five minutes ago and it somehow still looked perfect.

 

Izuku smiled automatically, body still warm and soft from his cuddle induced haze. “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

 

Sho just grunted, but Izuku could feel the agreement in the way he shifted beneath him, hands giving a quick, gentle squeeze to Izuku’s waist before letting go.

 

“We’ll be down in a few,” Izuku added.

 

“Cool. No rush,” Hizashi said, already halfway back down the stairs. “I’ll tell them you’re getting pretty!”

 

The door shut behind him with a click.

 

Izuku snorted softly. “I think he meant me.”

 

Sho finally sat up properly, stretching his arms over his head, the muscles in his back and shoulders flexing with the movement. “You think?”

 

Izuku rolled his eyes fondly and stood, reaching for Sho’s hand to help him up even though he didn’t really need it. “Come on, we should get dressed.”

 

Sho rose easily beside him, and they both padded to the dresser, still moving slow and unhurried, brushing shoulders and elbows as they picked out clothes. Izuku grabbed the custom shirt and one of his comfier pairs of jeans. Sho went with soft black joggers and his custom top that hung off one shoulder slightly.

 

Izuku took a moment to run a brush through his curls, giving Princess a quick scratch behind the ears when she meowed and stretched from her spot on the window ledge before picking her up.

 

Then he turned, watching Sho roll up his sleeves casually.

 

He felt that little flutter again, affection, admiration, maybe a dash of nerves but he swallowed it down with a smile and offered, “Ready?”

 

Sho glanced at him and nodded once.

 

And with that, they made their way down the stairs, princess in toe, aizawa followed Izuku into the common room at an easy pace, one hand briefly brushing Izuku’s lower back as they passed through the archway. 

 

The room was warm, sun spilling lazily through the windows and casting soft golden patches across the floor. The smell of something faintly spiced, probably whatever tea Hizashi had brewed, lingered in the air.

 

Shinso and Todoroki were already on the floor, cards spread between them in a half played game of Uno. Shinso looked relaxed for once, one socked foot resting on Todoroki’s ankle, posture casual and a little slouched as he reached for a card. Todoroki’s expression was as unreadable as ever, but he had the tiniest lift at the corner of his mouth that gave him away.

 

Hizashi, sprawled sideways across a wide armchair with his long legs dangling off one side, looked up and beamed. “Ooh, the lovebirds emerge!”

 

Aizawa raised a brow but didn’t respond. He just grunted lightly and guided Izuku toward the couch. It had become a sort of unspoken habit, Izuku always sitting first, then Aizawa settling in beside or behind him, sometimes pulling him into his lap without a word.

 

Izuku dropped down near the coffee table, sitting cross legged on a blanket that had been left from the night before. He was holding princess like a royal baby. He was practically buzzing, his curls bouncing a little as he turned toward the others. “We’re going to the cityscape training ground later,” he said, voice light but excited. “To work on parkour.”

 

Shinso paused mid card toss. His eyes flicked up, interest immediately lighting behind them even if he tried to keep his tone neutral.

 

“Yeah?” he asked, casual.

 

Izuku grinned knowingly. “You wanna come?”

 

There was a flicker of hesitation, then a glance at Todoroki, who gave a small nod as if to say, I’m in if you are.

 

Both of them turned to Aizawa.

 

He sighed internally before even speaking, already anticipating the request before it was voiced. His expression remained even as he crossed his arms and let his gaze drift across the group. “If you want to join,” he said evenly, “you follow my rules. That means my instruction, my progression plan, and no improvising or showboating. Parkour isn’t about flair, it’s about control.”

 

Shinso held up both hands in mock surrender, smirking. “Of course. All seriousness. No stunts. Promise.”

 

Todoroki simply said, “I’ll follow your lead,” and started checking something on his phone, probably weather or train schedules.

 

From the chair, Hizashi raised a hand. “And me, obviously! I’ll bring snacks and a first aid kit and the good cooling towels.”

 

Aizawa turned a tired look on him. “You’re not actually training.”

 

“Nope! Emotional support only.” Hizashi winked and took another sip of tea. “I’ve accepted my place as the parkour parent in this dynamic.”

 

Aizawa huffed, not quite a laugh, but not a protest either. He let his eyes sweep back across the room, Izuku bouncing lightly where he sat, curls still a little messy from this morning; Shinso stretching his arms overhead, clearly more awake now; Todoroki calm but visibly engaged; and Hizashi, already pulling out his phone to check what types of granola bars they still had.

 

Something about the way they all looked, gathered here in the quiet morning light, unguarded and willing, it hit him in the chest.

 

Trust.

 

They trusted him with this.

 

With themselves.

 

With their safety.

 

Aizawa moved to sit beside Izuku, his arm draping across the younger man's shoulders with ease. Izuku leaned into the touch instantly, radiating warmth. They hadn’t made any big announcement about their relationship, but everyone clearly knew and more importantly, no one made it weird.

 

“We’ll leave after lunch,” Aizawa said softly. “Pack light. Water, gloves if you want them. And stretch before we go.”

 

There was a round of quiet affirmations, and Hizashi saluted him dramatically. “Yes, sensei.”

 

“Don’t call me that outside class.”

 

“No promises.”

 

Aizawa shook his head, but there was a faint curve to his lips now.

 

He leaned just a little more into Izuku, savoring the closeness, the quiet excitement in the room, the sense of ease that wasn’t always there but had somehow settled in lately, like they'd all finally exhaled after holding their breath too long.

 

Aizawa was mid sip of his coffee, the mug still warm against his palm, when Todoroki glanced up from his hand of Uno cards and asked, evenly, “Is this going to be just parkour, or a full training exercise?”

 

The question came without malice or pressure, just the quiet interest of someone who liked to be prepared, who needed to know what role he’d be stepping into.

 

Aizawa had been ready to dismiss it, honestly. They hadn’t planned anything formal. Just some movement training, a few hours of urban maneuvering to keep their skills sharp. Nothing too intense. The weather was clear, and after such a relaxed morning, he’d figured they’d all benefit from something more full body workout but low stress.

 

His mouth was already parting to say just parkour when Izuku spoke.

 

“I think it should be more than that,” he said, his voice low but sure, green eyes steady. “If I’m going to go underground and if I’m going to do that alongside Sho, I need to be able to fight in tight spaces. Parkour helps me move, but I should be able to spar in those environments, too.”

 

Aizawa turned to look at him fully then, studying his face.

 

It wasn’t just what he said, it was how he said it. That slight edge to his voice. The way his shoulders had straightened just a bit, the way his hands stilled from where they’d been absently petting Princess. He was serious. Focused. Ready.

 

Sho’s partner.

 

That word again, partner. And the way he said Sho, like it was something safe and warm and grounding. Like he believed it.

 

Aizawa felt it pulse through the bond, a low thread of determination woven with pride. Izuku wasn’t posturing. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone. He was thinking ahead. Strategizing. Genuinely preparing for what came next.

 

He hated how much that made him want to say yes.

 

“It’s a fair point,” Aizawa said slowly, setting the mug down with a soft clink. “Combat in confined or unstable environments isn’t something we drill enough.”

 

Todoroki gave a thoughtful hum, as if that settled it. Shinso looked up from his hand of cards, clearly already recalibrating his morning expectations.

 

Aizawa sighed, leaning back slightly in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. 'So much for a light day.'

 

He shifted his attention toward the one person he hadn’t planned to involve.

 

“Zashi.”

 

Hizashi, mid bite of an energy bar, blinked like he’d just been called on in class. “Huh?”

 

“You’re in.”

 

There was a pause. Hizashi slowly lowered the snack.

 

“Wait, for what? I thought I was gonna hang back and be your emotionally supportive hydration coach.”

 

“You’re a support quirk user,” Aizawa said flatly. “And chaotic. That makes you a wild card. They need unpredictability. And you love yelling.”

 

Hizashi grinned, mouth full. “That’s true. I do love yelling.”

 

“You’ll be our distraction element,” Aizawa added. “You get to be as annoying as possible, strategically.”

 

“I was born for this,” Hizashi said, clutching his chest like he was being awarded a medal. “But I’m gonna need my good knee brace. You’re all lucky I stretched last night.”

 

Izuku snorted with laughter, and Aizawa allowed himself the barest ghost of a smile.

 

Next to Hizashi, Shinso leaned forward, brows slightly raised. “So this is a full team exercise now?”

 

“If you all want to train seriously,” Aizawa said, scanning them one by one, “then yes. Parkour for mobility. Controlled sparring for precision. Obstacles for pressure. We don’t go all out, we focus on control and adaptability. No injuries.”

 

Izuku was nearly vibrating with excitement. “Yes, sir.”

 

Shinso gave a little nod, one corner of his mouth twitching like he couldn’t quite suppress his own enthusiasm.

 

Todoroki asked, “Will it be timed? Or team based?”

 

“We’ll structure it once we see the layout,” Aizawa said, already mentally mapping drills. “But likely both.”

 

And then something small flickered behind Todoroki’s gaze, quiet interest. Maybe even a hint of eagerness. It was subtle, but Aizawa had learned to read those subtle cues. Especially from kids who were used to hiding everything.

 

They wanted this. All of them.

 

And maybe, maybe, so did he.

 

It wasn’t just about the training anymore. It was the way Izuku had spoken about their partnership. It was the quiet pride he felt seeing Shinso look energized again. It was the way Hizashi was already dramatically stretching his arms and humming warm ups under his breath like he was about to take the stage.

 

Aizawa leaned back and took in the room.

 

One boyfriend. One maybe future nephew. One probably dating pair. All different, all complicated and somehow, they’d become his.

 

This was his team.

 

“Alright,” he said, letting his shoulders relax. “we leave after lunch.”

 

There was a chorus of movement, laughter, cards being shoved into boxes, and a flurry of discussion about what shoes were best for scaling buildings and whether or not they’d bring princess (they would not).

 

And through it all, Aizawa just sat for a moment longer, letting the contentment settle into his bones.

 

It was going to be a good day.

 

Chapter 49: Ch.49

Training ground 

 

Aizawa stepped onto the training mat laid out at the edge of Ground Sigma, the faux cityscape stretching out in gridded lines beyond them. Rooftop edges, narrow alleyways, steel fire escapes, and simulated concrete walls stood silent under the pale light of early afternoon. The sun was just past its peak, warm, but not sweltering and the shadows were beginning to shift eastward across the buildings.

 

It was quiet here, no student crowds, no teachers watching from a distance. Just five familiar figures getting ready to move.

 

He inhaled slowly, feeling the lingering tension of the day’s earlier stillness slip from his lungs, then exhaled through his nose as he rolled his neck from one side to the other. This kind of training wasn’t just physical, it demanded focus, grace, and control. And none of that came without properly preparing the body.

 

“Stretch first,” he called evenly, not turning around. “Everything. Ankles, knees, shoulders, neck. I don’t want anyone pulling a tendon because they were too impatient to warm up.”

 

The words were met with the usual shuffling, groans, and quiet muttering.

 

“I’m always warm,” Zashi said dramatically as he dropped down into a front split with a wink toward Todoroki, who blinked and took a cautious step farther away.

 

“Warm isn’t flexible,” Aizawa muttered, already folding forward to touch his toes. “Move through each set. Thirty seconds minimum. Don’t cheat.”

 

He transitioned into a low squat, elbows pressing against the insides of his knees to stretch his hips open, and rocked gently from side to side. His joints ached slightly, stiff from sleep and the long morning but the motion helped. It always did. The dull soreness told him where to ease up, where to push, what needed extra care today.

 

Around him, the others followed suit in their own rhythms. Izuku was methodical, already into his routine, shoulder rolls, arm circles, slow standing knee pulls. He counted quietly under his breath, eyes focused, jaw set in determination. Aizawa watched him out of the corner of his eye. Izuku moved like he had something to prove, not to anyone else, but to himself. But the tension in his body was cleaner now. More deliberate. More prepared.

 

Todoroki was slower, deliberate. He sank into a deep lunge and held it, arms up in a high stretch, then switched sides in smooth silence. His expression didn’t waver, but his posture was looser today. Less guarded. Aizawa considered it a win.

 

Shinso, on the other hand, was trying not to look too interested. He shifted into each stretch with a kind of lazy grace, but his eyes were sharp, always tracking what Aizawa or Izuku were doing. He hadn’t said much, but his quiet participation said more than enough.

 

Zashi, predictably, was showing off. He twisted into a backbend from standing, flipped into a handstand, and held it just long enough for Shinso to mutter, “We get it. You’re bendy,” before going back to his quad stretch.

 

“Control, not chaos,” Aizawa called without looking.

 

Zashi flopped back to standing with a grin. “That was control, Sho. Chaos would be a cartwheel off the roof.”

 

“Please don’t,” Todoroki said calmly from his plank pose.

 

Aizawa moved into a standing hamstring stretch, reaching toward the sky before folding over again, letting his arms dangle. His spine cracked once, twice, in satisfying pops.

 

“Sho, you okay?” Izuku asked gently from a few feet away, mid leg swing.

 

“Mm.” Aizawa nodded, keeping his focus on the stretch. “Just feeling my age.”

 

“You’re not old,” Izuku said, his brow scrunching.

 

“I’m older than you, Sunshine,” he replied dryly.

 

Zashi laughed, upside down again. “You’ll always be timelessly grumpy.”

 

Aizawa sighed but didn’t argue.

 

He rotated through his upper body next, crossing one arm over his chest, then the other, then clasping both hands behind his back and lifting slightly to open his shoulders and chest. The wind caught for a second, brushing through the open space, ruffling his hair and shirt.

 

He blinked into the sunlight, warmed against his cheek, and let the motion work through him.

 

Glancing at the others again, he noted how fluid they’d all become. Breathing deeper. Limbs looser. Focus sharpening.

 

He could feel the energy in the air shifting.

 

The warm up was nearly complete.

 

He rolled his shoulders one last time, the tension finally easing. The readiness was there now, settling in his spine, humming in his fingertips. Soon they’d be moving. Running. Pushing.

 

But for now, the stretch was the start. The grounding.

 

The first breath before the sprint.

 

The alleyway at Ground Sigma was narrow, urban, and perfect, exactly what Aizawa needed. Cracked pavement. Fire escapes overhead. Crates and dumpsters offer just enough cover and elevation. It was just past noon, the sun high above casting sharp shadows down the alley walls.

 

Aizawa stood beside Midoriya, their arms brushing as they stretched. The quirk bond still tied them together, invisible but unbreakable.

 

It made sparring… interesting.

 

“Two on two,” Aizawa called, voice clear. “Midoriya and I. Shinso and Todoroki.”

 

Izuku straightened at his side, already buzzing with anticipation. Aizawa felt it through the bond before the boy even smiled, warmth, confidence, a tiny tremor of excitement.

 

“The usual rules,” Aizawa continued. “Non lethal. Controlled. Work with your partner. Learn something.”

 

They took their starting position, Aizawa tugging Izuku subtly with him as he moved toward one end of the alley. They had to plan carefully, think in tandem. No sudden dives or wide flanking maneuvers. They had to stay close. 

 

Izuku didn’t mind. He adjusted without being told, eyes bright.

 

The fight started in a burst.

 

Todoroki sent a wall of fire across the alley, aiming high to box them in. Izuku reacted instantly, grabbing Aizawa’s arm and pulling them both into a dive behind a crate. They hit the ground hard, but the bond held firm and kept them perfectly aligned.

 

“Left,” Aizawa muttered, and Izuku didn’t hesitate, vaulting over the crate with Aizawa right behind him, three feet or less.

 

Shinso appeared around a dumpster just ahead, flinging a piece of pipe their way to trip them up. Izuku ducked, grabbing Aizawa’s scarf mid motion to help stabilize him. They twisted and spun around each other like a single unit.

 

“Pin Shinso, I’ll block Todoroki,” Aizawa called.

 

“Got it!” Izuku barked back.

 

The plan worked, sort of. They surged forward in sync, and while Aizawa deflected Todoroki’s frost blast with a flick of his capture scarf, Izuku tackled Shinso from the side. But instead of a clean pin, Shinso rolled, grabbing Izuku’s sleeve and yanking him just far enough that the bond went taut.

 

Aizawa immediately lurched forward with the pull, landing half on top of both boys, arms bracing him to avoid crushing them. Izuku laughed breathlessly under him. “Sorry, that was my bad.”

 

“You’re lucky I didn’t fall on your face,” Aizawa muttered.

 

They untangled and reset.

 

Second round. They moved smarter. Closer. Izuku stayed at Aizawa’s right, letting him lead with tight footwork and scarf work while Izuku focused on cover and burst attacks. They moved like gears in the same machine.

 

Todoroki launched a sheet of ice across the alley floor. Izuku slid through it, one hand grabbing Aizawa’s sleeve to help pull him in a half spin that dodged an incoming kick from Shinso. 

 

Too far apart, and it was like running into a wall. But together?

 

Together they were unstoppable.

 

Izuku used a crouch off Aizawa’s bent knee to leap up and catch Todoroki around the shoulders. Aizawa moved with him, pivoting the momentum into a capture scarf trap that snagged Shinso’s ankle and yanked him flat to the ground.

 

“Three seconds!” Izuku shouted, practically glowing.

 

“Reset,” Aizawa said, breathless.

 

The third and final round was pure muscle memory. No verbal cues. Just glances, bond feedback, motion.

 

Todoroki created narrow fire lines, controlled enough to be safe, but hot enough to demand attention. Izuku countered with quick directional changes, shifting his grip on Aizawa to move them both as one. Shinso tried baiting Aizawa with false openings, but the bond warned him every time Izuku twitched to the left.

 

They reached the end of the alley again, boxed in.

 

Izuku took a calculated risk, flipping back off a crate and bringing Aizawa with him in a spiraling arc. It worked. Todoroki hesitated, unsure how to follow, and Aizawa capitalized.

 

He landed, twisted, and swept Todoroki’s legs.

 

Izuku dropped with him, knee planted.

 

“Pinned!”

 

They were breathing hard by the end. Shinso lay on the ground groaning. Todoroki blinked up at the sky, soot streaked and disheveled.

 

Aizawa turned toward Izuku, chest heaving, curls damp with sweat and felt the bond settle into a steady, warm buzz.

 

“That was good,” Aizawa said, pushing his hair back with one hand.

 

“Yeah,” Izuku agreed, beaming. “We’re getting better at this.”

 

Aizawa smirked. “Speak for yourself. I’ve always been good.”

 

Izuku rolled his eyes, but the way he leaned into Aizawa’s side said everything. Bond or not, they made a damn good team.

 

Aizawa shifted his weight, eyes narrowed as he swept his gaze over the mock alleyway around them. The urban training zone of Ground Sigma was eerily quiet, just the subtle creak of metal scaffolding and the occasional echo of footfalls on cement. Walls rose close on both sides, graffiti painted and weathered, with scattered crates and debris meant to mimic a real city environment.

 

“Alright,” he called out, his voice calm but firm. “Todoroki, take five. Mic, you’re tagging in.”

 

Todoroki jogged to the edge of the sparring zone without protest, wiping his brow with the back of his arm as Hizashi cracked his neck and stepped forward with a grin. “You sure you can handle this much volume, Sho?” he teased.

 

Aizawa didn’t dignify that with a response, just let his hair lift as his quirk activated, glowing red eyes locking on Hizashi for a half second in silent warning. Hizashi only chuckled.

 

Izuku moved instinctively closer, drawn tight by the three foot bond that tethered them. Aizawa could feel the hum of energy through it, subtle, but constant. Their footsteps stayed synchronized without effort. Left. Right. Shift.

 

Across the alleyway, Shinso and Hizashi were already falling into a mirrored stance. Hizashi hung back just slightly, giving Shinso the lead, but Aizawa knew better than to trust the quiet. That was when the noise always hit hardest.

 

“Start!” he called, and the spar began.

 

Shinso darted forward first, surprisingly agile, long legs eating up the distance. Aizawa moved to intercept, fingers ready on his capture scarf, while Izuku flanked immediately to the right, always within range. Shinso swept low with a feint toward Izuku’s legs, but Aizawa had seen it coming. He flicked his scarf, wrapping it expertly around Shinso’s arm and yanking him off balance.

 

Before he could follow through, a sharp pulse of sound hit the air.

 

“Behind you!” Hizashi's voice boomed.

 

Aizawa barely had time to activate his quirk before the force hit, muffled only slightly by how quickly he’d responded. The shockwave rattled his chest, but not enough to knock him down. He grimaced and lunged sideways, staying within the bond’s tight perimeter, as Izuku countered with a sharp uppercut to Shinso’s ribs that forced the younger teen back.

 

“Nice, izu,” Aizawa muttered, breath tight.

 

Izuku’s grin was fleeting. “Thanks, Sho.”

 

They pivoted in sync, chasing Hizashi now. Aizawa let Izuku take point while he circled, scouting for an opening. Hizashi dropped a knee and shouted again..“Duck!”...a blast of sound shoving debris toward them like a wave. Izuku threw his arm up to block, and Aizawa leapt above the burst, using a broken fire escape to launch himself down behind Hizashi.

 

He caught Hizashi’s shoulder with a hard strike, knocking him off rhythm, and Izuku followed up immediately with a low sweep that had the pro hero stumbling back toward Shinso.

 

“Eyes on me!” Shinso shouted, directly at Izuku.

 

Aizawa’s quirk flared again, locking Shinso’s ability down just as Izuku blinked, dazed for half a heartbeat but snapping back with a grin of triumph. “Nice try,” Izuku breathed, voice a little breathless.

 

Hizashi cursed. “Cheating with that erasure, Sho!”

 

“I call it strategy,” Aizawa replied flatly.

 

The fight shifted again. Hizashi started using his voice in bursts, shorter, sharper pulses, trying to avoid Aizawa’s line of sight. He’d duck behind crates, shout from cover, even lob a cracked metal pipe as a distraction. Shinso adapted too, trying to force Aizawa and Izuku into bad positions using the bond, cornering them close to walls or objects they couldn’t dodge around without dragging the other with them.

 

But it wasn’t enough.

 

Aizawa could feel every flicker of Izuku’s thought through the bond. When Izuku surged forward, Aizawa followed. When Aizawa ducked left, Izuku mirrored right. They didn’t need words, they barely needed glances. They moved like a single unit, a constant feedback loop of motion and instinct.

 

Izuku used a wall run to vault behind Shinso just as Aizawa slipped under Hizashi’s sonic blast and swept his legs out from under him. Hizashi hit the ground with a grunt, his voice cutting off. Shinso turned too late, his arm raised and found himself neatly disarmed by a combination of Aizawa’s scarf and a flicker of One For All lightning that cracked down Izuku’s forearm.

 

With one final synchronized motion, Aizawa pinned Shinso’s arms while Izuku landed lightly behind him, hand poised near his throat but not touching.

 

“Match!” Aizawa called.

 

The alley fell still again. Their breathing was the only sound for a moment.

 

Then Hizashi groaned from the ground. “That wasn’t fair. You two fight like a mind melded married couple.”

 

Aizawa raised a brow and looked at Izuku, who only shrugged with a small, proud smile.

 

“Well,” Shinso muttered, rubbing his wrist, “remind me not to spar against bonded partners next time.”

 

“You did good,” Aizawa said quietly. “Both of you.”

 

And then, softer still, he glanced at Izuku. “You were perfect.”

 

Izuku flushed pink, but only bumped his shoulder lightly into Aizawa’s side.

 

“Just following your lead,” he whispered.

 

Aizawa didn’t say anything back.

 

But he didn’t need to.

 

The bond pulsed warm between them, steady, strong, and sure.

 

Aizawa exhaled slowly, fingers still tingling from the last match. The afternoon sun sat just past its peak, casting a golden glare down the simulated alley of Ground Sigma. Dust hung in the humid air, and the last traces of frost were melting in puddles along the cracked pavement.

 

Beside him, Izuku stood slightly crouched, sweat beading along his temple, freckles dark with exertion. He wasn’t winded, just buzzing. Sparks flickered faintly from his gloves, the familiar pop and fizz of One For All still bristling under his skin. The bond between them thrummed steady, a constant warm tether at Aizawa’s side.

 

“Shinso,” Aizawa called without turning. “Tag out.”

 

There was a short pause, then Shinso’s voice, a little breathless but even: “Got it.”

 

“Todoroki,” Aizawa continued, glancing over. “You’re in. Team up with Mic.”

 

Todoroki straightened, brushing ice dust from his shoulder as he stepped forward. “Understood.”

 

Hizashi practically bounced in place, one hand combing his damp hair back as he grinned at Todoroki. “Oooh, Team Elemental Echo, this’ll be fun!”

 

Aizawa resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Barely.

 

He looked down at Izuku. “We stay together. Three feet, no exception. Keep pace with me, and we move as one.”

 

Izuku nodded, sharp and focused. “Yes, sho.”

 

They gave each other a single glance.

 

Then Aizawa said, “Begin.”

 

And the spar exploded into motion.

 

Todoroki was fast. His left foot slammed down and sent a wide plume of ice racing across the alley, aiming to split them from the start but they’d already seen that coming. Aizawa moved left, yanking Izuku with him just in time to avoid being boxed in. Their bond kept them tight, every step calibrated. Izuku pushed off a wall, landing low and rolling, and Aizawa followed with a pivot that sent his scarf flicking upward.

 

“Izuku left, I’m center,” Aizawa muttered.

 

Izuku veered wide, a blur of sparks and speed, drawing Todoroki’s fire. A blast of heat hissed down the alley, melting through ice and mist, but Aizawa’s eyes lit crimson just in time.

 

Quirk erased.

 

No flame. No blast.

 

Hizashi took the opening, mouth already open for a concussive voice strike, but Aizawa’s scarf whipped high, catching him mid gesture. He activated his quirk again, Mic’s voice died in his throat with a frustrated sputter.

 

“I’ll get you for that later!” Hizashi croaked, ducking behind a stack of crates.

 

“No, you won’t,” Aizawa said, deadpan.

 

Then the alley narrowed, Todoroki raising ice again, this time jagged, unpredictable, boxing them in from either side. The terrain tilted suddenly into a slope, slippery and uneven. Izuku caught himself, hands flaring with power, and braced Aizawa before either of them could lose balance.

 

“Going up,” Izuku warned.

 

Aizawa nodded.

 

The two of them launched up the slanted ice, shoulder to shoulder, feet perfectly timed to each landing. Izuku ducked and dove into a forward roll at the top. Aizawa followed, scarf catching the fire escape railing above them. The bond tugged between them, taut but manageable.

 

Todoroki was already repositioning below, charging a second blast of ice to trap them.

 

Aizawa called it. “Now!”

 

Izuku dropped down in a burst of power, slamming one foot into the ground to break the forming sheet. A ripple of force cracked through the alley, and Aizawa followed, dropping behind him just as Hizashi appeared with a burst of voice, too late.

 

Aizawa snapped his quirk on again, and Hizashi’s voice flickered to silence.

 

“That’s four times now,” Mic grumbled, panting, even as he dodged.

 

“Should’ve worn a muzzle,” Aizawa replied dryly.

 

Izuku ducked under Todoroki’s sweeping leg and grabbed Aizawa’s sleeve, yanking him down as fire burst overhead. The closeness made every movement tighter, every dodge a test of coordination but somehow they never tripped.

 

They moved like magnets in orbit.

 

Aizawa caught Hizashi’s arm mid pivot and pulled him forward, sending him off balance. Izuku took the chance, sliding under Todoroki’s guard and hitting him with a palm strike that forced him backward.

 

But Todoroki didn’t fall.

 

Instead, he froze the entire alley beneath their feet, slick, sudden, blinding.

 

Izuku shouted, “Hold on!”

 

They slipped, but not apart.

 

Aizawa caught a railing, and Izuku caught Aizawa.

 

Then they moved.

 

Together.

 

A final push, Aizawa’s scarf yanked Todoroki’s foot, dragging him down; Izuku drove forward into Hizashi’s chest with a controlled shockwave, knocking him flat. Two hits, back to back. Clean. Legal.

 

The alley stilled.

 

Dust settled. Ice crackled and began to melt.

 

Aizawa stood straight again, panting lightly, his heart pounding in his ears.

 

Izuku leaned on him, flushed and grinning wide.

 

Hizashi lay on his back with a winded “Oof,” staring at the clouds.

 

Todoroki sat upright, brushing ice from his arms with a faint, almost amused shake of his head.

 

Aizawa lowered his scarf and looked at them all.

 

“Point. Izuku and me.”

 

Izuku let out a triumphant whoop, then quieted again, sheepish. Aizawa let a small, rare smirk tug at the edge of his mouth. They had fought in perfect sync. They were bonded, body and breath. They were a team. And they were only getting stronger.

 

Chapter 50: Ch.50

Summary:

Happy birthday Izuku

 

Aizawa crouched low with one hand braced against his thigh, sweat cooling rapidly across his shoulders now that they'd stopped moving. The alley echoed faintly with their footfalls and scattered debris from the spar. The scent of dust, scorched pavement, and ozone lingered, Todoroki's ice still melting slowly in the gutter nearby, steam curling into the afternoon air.

 

He rolled his shoulders with a quiet grunt, adjusting his capture weapon where it rested loose on his shoulders. His eyes flicked around, sharp even in fatigue, taking silent stock of each of them.

 

Todoroki had seated himself against a concrete slab, calmly dabbing a cloth over the back of his neck. He wasn't tired, just smart. Conserving energy, assessing. Aizawa had taught him that. And the kid had always listened, even if it didn't look like it.

 

Hizashi, meanwhile, was a dramatic puddle on the low wall by the supply crates, a towel draped over his face like a mourning veil. "I'm morally opposed to sweating this much on a Sunday," he groaned. "This is cruel and unusual teacher bonding."

 

Aizawa didn't even dignify that with a comment. He passed him a bottle of water anyway.

 

Then, without needing to speak, his eyes shifted to the remaining two, his actual focus.

 

Izuku was still buzzing. He'd never really stopped, honestly. His curls were damp with sweat, freckles standing out against flushed cheeks, but the way he paced lightly in place, wiping his palms on his thighs between sips of water, told Aizawa everything. He was ready. Already visualizing the course. Probably running mock routes in his head.

 

Shinso, by contrast, was still as stone, his breathing even, mind working behind narrowed eyes. He was watching everything. Aizawa recognized the expression, it was the same one he saw in the mirror before every solo recon mission.

 

He let them breathe for another few minutes. Long enough for water to settle and their pulses to drop slightly.

 

Then, he stood.

 

"On your feet," he said simply.

 

They rose without question.

 

"This next part is parkour only," Aizawa said, turning to face them fully. "No quirks. No assists. You fall, you reset. You hesitate, you figure out why and correct it."

 

Izuku gave a firm nod, his energy suddenly shifting into pure focus. Shinso just tilted his head slightly, waiting.

 

"We're not aiming for speed," Aizawa continued. "We're focusing on coordination. Control. You'll be mirroring me the entire time. Stay within the bond range."

 

His gaze landed on Izuku. "You break three feet, we stop."

 

Izuku flushed but nodded. "Yes, sir."

 

Aizawa's eyes shifted to Shinso, who rolled his shoulders and gave a lazy two finger salute. "No pressure, right?"

 

Aizawa's lips twitched faintly. "Only the pressure you put on yourself."

 

He turned toward the maze ahead.

 

Ground Sigma was one of the more advanced urban training fields UA had to offer, layered with scaffolding, narrow rooftops, tight alleyways, and randomized terrain meant to simulate real world cityscapes. This section in particular was patterned after a dense downtown block, metal fire escapes, cement walls, crumbling brick ledges, slick railings, and narrow paths over artificial drainage canals.

 

But it was also just past noon now, the sun was high, heat radiating off the concrete in shimmering waves. That meant visibility was good, but fatigue would creep in fast if they didn't pace themselves.

 

Behind him, he heard Hizashi groan again. "This is where I go full sports commentator, huh? I call dibs on being the charismatic voice commentator."

 

Todoroki's voice was quieter, calm. "I'll monitor their footwork."

 

"Wow, okay. You be the stats guy."

 

Aizawa let the chatter drift behind him. It would keep them grounded. Distracted, even, if they needed it. He appreciated Hizashi's noise in these moments. It filled the air without crowding the silence.

 

He looked up at the starting platform. It was a three story jump from their current spot, reachable only by a thin support beam and an adjacent crumbling stairwell.

 

He crouched slightly and spoke just loud enough to be heard.

 

"Ready?"

 

Izuku exhaled once and nodded. "Ready."

 

Shinso muttered, "Let's do this."

 

Aizawa launched forward first, muscles coiling and releasing like a spring. His boots hit the first beam in three quick strides before pushing off onto the slanted wall beside it, using the friction to scale the height. The metal rung of the stairwell rattled as he swung upward and landed at the top, crouched and waiting.

 

Izuku was right behind him, light and fast, his parkour instincts sharp even in the absence of his full strength. He moved like he trusted Aizawa completely, like the path was already drawn.

 

Shinso followed just behind, a little heavier, but far more precise than Aizawa had expected. His form was tight. Purposeful. He was learning.

 

The three of them made it to the top platform in under fifteen seconds.

 

"Follow my lead," Aizawa said. "Don't outpace me."

 

He took the left rail, leapt to the scaffolding wall, then dropped low into a shoulder roll to absorb the impact before springing up again and vaulting over a concrete planter.

 

Izuku stayed close, so close Aizawa could feel the buzz of their bond tugging at his awareness. I'm here, it seemed to say, even without words. It was like a lifeline.

 

Shinso kept tighter than expected too, his movement more fluid than in previous drills. His upper body strength had clearly improved, he pulled himself over obstacles now instead of stumbling. It was starting to click for him.

 

They moved like a unit. Through tight gaps, over rusted pipes, across narrow walkways only a foot wide. They used walls for boosts, knees for cushioning, wrists for balance. They scaled, vaulted, and dropped with controlled precision.

 

And even when Aizawa took a sudden sharp turn, ducking under a broken gate to a lower catwalk, neither of them hesitated.

 

He felt the bond pulse gently as Izuku slipped through behind him, their shoulders brushing. He could feel Izuku's grin, even without looking.

 

They were doing this. They were really doing this. And for the first time in a while... Aizawa felt it again. The joy of movement.

 

The clean, controlled rush of pushing his body for no reason other than mastery. Not survival. Not battle.

 

Just the art of it.

 

He cleared the final ledge and dropped into a crouch, landing silently between the alley walls. A beat later, Izuku landed beside him, and Shinso just after that.

 

They were breathing hard but smiling.

 

Aizawa looked up at them both.

 

"Good."

 

And he meant it. This wasn't just training. This was trust.

 

The sun had shifted overhead, casting long angular shadows between the towering faux buildings of Ground Sigma. Aizawa led the trio across another sequence of rails and support beams, his movements clean and calculated despite the increasing strain in his legs. This level of exertion demanded control, especially up this high.

 

They were nine stories above the ground now, weaving their way across tight alley ledges and narrow scaffolding. The air was thinner up here, the wind sharper. Aizawa kept Izuku close beside him, thanks to the bond's three foot tether, it wasn't difficult but he still kept glancing over his shoulder to make sure Shinso wasn't falling behind.

 

It had started simple. Controlled.

 

Then it got competitive.

 

It began with a laugh from Shinso as he leapt farther than necessary across a gap. Izuku matched it with a clean vault over a faux trash bin that didn't need vaulting. Shinso added flair. Izuku returned it with a twisting climb and a leap that skipped an entire landing zone.

 

Aizawa's brows furrowed.

 

"This is not a competition," he warned over his shoulder.

 

They didn't answer.

 

He caught the glint in Izuku's eyes, a mix of adrenaline and mischief and it pulled at something in his chest. He loved that expression. Loved Izuku's energy. But it had no place this high, this exposed, this fast.

 

"I mean it," he called, sharper now. "Slow down."

 

But it was already happening.

 

"Bet you can't hit that crossbar without touching the roof!" Izuku called, grinning.

 

Shinso didn't even hesitate. "Try me!"

 

Aizawa cursed under his breath. "No!!! Izuku!!!!"

 

But Izuku was already moving.

 

His foot pushed off the edge, arms forward, reaching for a crossbeam that was never meant to be part of the course. It was narrow. Slick. Decorative.

 

Dangerous.

 

Aizawa didn't think. He moved.

 

The bond flared hot and urgent between them. He yanked it, hard. His quirk followed a heartbeat later, slowing Izuku's motion mid air. Izuku's foot missed its mark, slipping. His shoulder twisted, arms flailing.

 

And then..

 

Aizawa caught him.

 

Chest to chest, knees skidding hard against the concrete ledge, Aizawa's arms locked around his boyfriend's waist and yanked him backward just in time.

 

They collapsed together against the safety wall, Izuku's breath ragged, Aizawa's heart slamming in his chest.

 

"You almost fell," Aizawa whispered.

 

Izuku didn't answer, too stunned. He trembled in Aizawa's arms, fists bunched into his shirt.

 

"You almost..."

 

Aizawa squeezed him tighter, burying his face against Izuku's curls. The scent of sweat and clean cotton filled his senses, grounding him just enough to breathe again.

 

"Don't scare me like that," he muttered, voice rough. "You can't do that. Not up here. Not with me. Not when I.."

 

He stopped himself.

 

But Izuku understood.

 

He reached up slowly, fingers fisting in the back of Aizawa's shirt.

 

"I'm sorry," he whispered, voice shaky. "I got carried away. I wasn't thinking."

 

Aizawa nodded once, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.

 

"No more today," he said firmly. "That's it. We're done."

 

He turned his head. Shinso was standing off to the side, pale and wide-eyed. His mouth opened, probably to apologize but Aizawa just gave him a single nod. Later.

 

Right now, all he could focus on was the feel of Izuku's heartbeat still thudding against his chest, fast and shallow, and the thought, rattling, gut deep, of what could've happened if he hadn't moved fast enough.

 

He guided Izuku down the nearest escape ladder, arm never leaving his back.

 

The lesson was over.

 

The training could wait.

 

Because his boyfriend, the person he loved, had almost slipped through his fingers.

 

And Aizawa wasn't going to let that happen again.

 

Recovery girl 

 

Aizawa didn't let go of Izuku the whole way down the fire escape, his hand pressed firmly against his boyfriend's back. Shinso trailed behind them, unusually quiet. Aizawa didn't look back, his mind was still reeling from the image of Izuku slipping, the way the world had dropped out from under him for one terrifying second.

 

Only the bond had saved him.

 

That thought alone made Aizawa's chest tighten as he guided Izuku and Shinso toward Recovery Girl's office.

 

They reached it quickly, Aizawa had taken enough of his students here over the years that the path felt etched into muscle memory. He knocked once, opened the door, and ushered them inside.

 

Recovery Girl looked up from her desk, eyes narrowing the moment she saw their faces. "What happened now?"

 

"Training accident," Aizawa said, keeping his tone steady. "Parkour exercise. Izuku slipped. Nearly fell."

 

Her eyes widened behind her glasses, but she was already standing. "How far?"

 

"Nine stories."

 

She made a noise of disbelief. "And he's walking?"

 

"He's scraped up," Aizawa said. "Shinso's fine. But Izuku needs to be checked."

 

Izuku moved toward the examination chair, quiet and unusually compliant. He sat down with his shoulders rounded, clearly feeling the weight of what almost happened. Shinso leaned against the wall, guilt hanging around him like fog.

 

Recovery Girl gently tilted Izuku's chin up, her voice softer now. "Where are you hurt, dear?"

 

Izuku pulled up his pant legs up without protest, revealing the angry scrapes along his ribs and shoulder.

 

She clicked her tongue. "Tsk. You're lucky. A few inches worse and I'd be fixing a broken bone, not road rash."

 

Izuku's eyes dropped. "Sorry..."

 

She shook her head, her expression softening. "Lesson learned, I hope."

 

Then she leaned in, her quirk already humming faintly in the air. She placed a gentle kiss just beside the worst scrape on his knees, never directly on the wound, but close enough that the quirk could do its work. In an instant, the bruised skin flushed green with her healing energy, the abrasions smoothing and fading as if they were never there.

 

Another kiss near his other knee, and the next wound vanished, leaving smooth pink skin behind.

 

"There," she said, stepping back. "Good as new. But don't push your luck next time."

 

Izuku gave a tiny nod, still subdued. "Thank you."

 

Aizawa hovered behind him, his hand ghosting over Izuku's shoulder without quite settling. His chest still ached at the thought of what might've happened.

 

"He was warned," Aizawa said quietly.

 

"Then maybe next time, listen," Recovery Girl added, turning a pointed look to Shinso.

 

"I will," Shinso muttered, eyes fixed on the floor. "We both will."

 

Recovery Girl sighed. "Good. Because I'm not letting either of you make this a habit."

 

Aizawa finally exhaled, crouching slightly so he could look Izuku in the eyes. "You okay?"

 

Izuku met his gaze and nodded, a little more steady now. "Yeah. Thanks to you."

 

Aizawa's lips quirked faintly. "Let's not need that kind of save again, alright?"

 

Izuku offered a small, sheepish smile. "I'll do my best."

 

Satisfied for now, Aizawa helped him off the chair and kept an arm gently draped around his waist. Shinso followed a few steps behind as they left the office, the quiet weight of the close call still hanging in the air.

 

Aizawa would talk to them both later. But for now, he was just thankful they were walking out together. Whole. Alive. And safe.

 

Chapter 51: Ch.51

Shared dorm 

 

The dorm door clicked shut behind them with a soft snick, the kind of sound that usually signaled safety. Home. Familiar ground.

 

But the comfort didn’t come this time.

 

Aizawa stood just inside the entryway, one hand still on the knob, the other pressed lightly to the small of Izuku’s back. His boyfriend walked in ahead of him, quiet and calm on the surface, but the bond between them gave everything away. That ever present golden thread buzzed faintly between their ribs, alive, warm… and trembling.

 

Because Aizawa was trembling.

 

Not outwardly. Not visibly. But inside, where the bond could whisper secrets, he was still rattled.

 

He hadn’t stopped seeing it, that moment on the rooftop, that one damn second when Izuku’s foot slipped and gravity had almost won. The flash of green curls yanked back just in time. The near silence of the scream that never got a chance to form.

 

Aizawa had seen too much in his life. Too many bodies fall. Too many seconds where he was too late.

 

And he’d almost added Izuku to that list.

 

He let go of the door slowly, then turned and locked it, more out of habit than necessity before quietly stepping out of his shoes. His movements were mechanical, tension still burning under his skin. The knot between his shoulders hadn’t eased since the moment Izuku stumbled.

 

Sho's eyes narrowed as he barked out the command. "Strip, Izuku. I told you before we left, if you didn't follow my instructions, you'd get spanked."

 

Izuku gulped but obeyed, quickly removing his clothes. Once izuku was naked, Sho took off his own shirt and bent Izuku over his lap on the couch. The sight of Izuku's bare ass presented to him made Sho's cock twitch in his pants. 'Fuck look at that ass'

 

"You get 30 spankings," he informed his partner sternly. "Count them."

 

The first smack landed on Izuku's left cheek, making him yelp. "O One, sir!" he gasped out. Sho could feel the impact reverberate through his own body, and could taste Izuku's surprise and pain on his tongue.

 

He delivered another sharp spank to the right cheek, counting off. "Two," Sho said gruffly. Izuku moaned, squirming on his lap as the pleasure pain shot through him. Sho could see his dick starting to harden, leaking steadily onto the floor.

 

Sho delivered the third smack to the same spot as the first, making Izuku cry out. "Ttt Three, sir!" he panted. Sho could feel his own arousal building, his member throbbing in time with Izuku's heartbeat.

 

Four landed in the same place as two, making Izuku yelp. "Fff Four, sir!" he gasped out. Sho could feel him trembling, could smell the musk of his arousal growing stronger.

 

'He's so fucking responsive,' Sho thought with a dark grin, giving Izuku's ass another sharp smack. 'Love seeing him fall apart like this.'

 

Sho delivered the fifth spank to Izuku's sit spots, making him moan loudly. "Five, sir!" Izuku sobbed. Sho could feel him shaking, and could taste the desperation on his tongue.

 

He paused for a moment, rubbing soothing circles over the hot skin of Izuku's ass. He could feel it heating up under his palm, could see the Bruises blooming beneath the surface. "You're doing so well, kitten," Sho praised roughly. "Such a good boy for me."

 

Izuku whimpered, his hips twitching forward slightly. "Thank you, sir," he gasped out.

 

Sho delivered another hard spank to Izuku's right cheek, making him yelp. "Sss Six, sir!" he cried out, his body tensing as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Sho could feel his own dick throbbing, could taste Izuku's desperation.

 

Sho landed seven on the left cheek, making Izuku sob. "Seven, sir!" he panted out. His ass was a bright shade of pink now, bruising under Sho's palm.

 

Eight landed in the same spot as seven, making Izuku moan loudly. "Eee Eight, sir!" he gasped out. Sho could feel him shaking, could smell his arousal growing stronger.

 

Sho delivered the ninth spank to Izuku's sit spots, making him keening loudly. "Nnn Nine, sir!" he sobbed. Sho could feel him trembling, could taste the desperation on his tongue. 'He's right on the edge'

 

He paused for a moment, rubbing soothing circles over the hot skin. "You're taking your punishment well, kitten," Sho praised roughly. "Such a obedient boy for me."

 

Izuku whimpered, his hips twitching forward slightly. " O Fuck, Thank you, sir," he gasped out. " O God ooo God, Iii I need..."

 

Sho delivered the tenth and final spank to Izuku's right cheek, making him scream. "Cum for me, kitten," Sho growled. "Cum all over my fucking lap."

 

Izuku screamed, his dick pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot out to splatter on the floor beneath them. The sensation of Izuku's ass clenching and fluttering underneath his fingers sent Sho hurtling over the edge as well, groaning as he felt his own orgasm crash through him. His cock jerked and twitched in his pants as he experienced Izuku's intense pleasure firsthand.

 

Sho groaned as he felt the phantom sensation of the spanks on his own ass. His penis was still hard and throbbing, leaking steadily into his pants from the intense pleasure they shared through their quirk bond. He could feel Izuku's desperation, could taste his need to be fucked on his tongue.

 

But Sho refused to give in, refused to let Izuku cum again until he had taken at least another 10 spankings of his punishment. "You have 20 more to go, baby," he said roughly, rubbing Izuku's reddened ass soothingly. "Count them for me."

 

Izuku whimpered, his hips twitching forward slightly. "Yes, sir," he gasped out. "I...I'll try my best. I'll be good."

 

Sho delivered the eleventh spank, making Izuku yelp. "Eleven, sir!" he panted out, his voice ragged with need.

 

Sho could feel his own arousal building again, and could feel Izuku's need for release. He delivered twelve and thirteen in quick succession, making Izuku moan loudly. 

 

'Sounds so good when he counts,' Sho thought, rubbing Izuku's ass soothingly. 'Love seeing him squirm and beg for it.'

 

"Ttt Twelve! Thirteen, sir!" Izuku sobbed. Sho could feel him shaking, could smell the heady aroma of his lust growing stronger.

 

'Fuck, he's so responsive,' Sho thought, feeling his cock throb in his pants. 'Love watching him like this.'

 

Sho paused for a moment, rubbing soothing circles over the hot skin of Izuku's ass. He could feel it heating up under his palm, could see the bruises blooming beneath the surface. "You're so responsive, kitten," Sho praised roughly. "You're taking your punishment so well. Like a good boy"

 

Izuku whimpered, his hips twitching forward slightly. "Thank you, sir," he gasped out. "Cum please cum."

 

Sho delivered another hard spank to Izuku's left cheek, making him cry out. " Fuck Sss Sixteen, sir!" he panted, his body tensing as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

 

Sho could feel his own dick throbbing, could taste Izuku's desperation. He delivered seventeen and eighteen in quick succession, making Izuku sob.

 

"Sss o God Seventeen! Eighteen, sir!" Izuku panted out. Sho could feel him shaking, could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

 

'Almost there,' Sho thought with a wicked grin, delivering the nineteenth spank to Izuku's sit spots. 'Just a little more.'

 

Sho delivered the nineteenth spank to Izuku's sit spots, making him moan loudly. "Nnn Nineteen, sir!" he gasped out. Sho could feel him shaking like a leaf.

 

He paused for a moment, rubbing soothing circles over the hot skin. "You're being so so good, kitten," Sho praised roughly. "Such a good little kitty for me."

 

Izuku whimpered, his hips twitching forward slightly. "Thank you, sir," he gasped out. " Please I God please, I need..."

 

'He needs to cum,' Sho realized, feeling his own member throb in response. 'Needs to be allowed to let go. Needs permission.'

 

Sho delivered the 20th spank to Izuku's right cheek, making him scream. "Cum for me, baby," Sho growled. "Let me feel you come undone."

 

'Sounds so fucking good,' Aizawa thought darkly, feeling his cock throb in his pants. 'Love hearing him beg like that.'

 

Izuku screamed, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot out to splatter on the floor beneath them. The sensation of Izuku's ass clenching and fluttering against his palm sent Sho hurtling over the edge as well, groaning as he felt his own orgasm crash through him. His dick jerked and twitched in his pants as he experienced Izuku's intense pleasure firsthand.

 

Izuku laid across Sho's lap, his ass still red and sore from the previous spanking. But even though his body ached, his cock was hard and throbbing, leaking steadily into the cushion beneath him.

 

'He looks so fucking good like that', Aizawa thought pleased, feeling his own cock twitch and leak in response. 'Love seeing him all marked up and desperate.'

 

"Ready for the last round of spankings, kitten?" Sho growled, running his palm over the heated skin of Izuku's ass. The boy shivered, his hips twitching forward slightly.

 

"Yyyyes sir," Izuku gasped out. "Please please punish me!"

 

Sho chuckled darkly, delivering a hard slap to Izuku's left cheek. "Twenty one, sir!" the boy panted out, his voice already ragged with need.

 

Sho could feel Izuku's desperation through their quirk bond, could taste the heady mix of pain and pleasure that flooded his system. He delivered another slap, then another, counting each one out loud as Izuku struggled to do the same.

 

'Twenty two...twenty three...twenty four,' Aizawa counted along in his head, feeling his cock throb in time with each impact. 'Fuck, he's taking it so well. Next time I might slide in a prostate massager first.'

 

"Twenty two...twenty three...twenty four..." Sho watched as Izuku's ass jiggled with each impact, the skin growing hotter and more inflamed by the second.

 

"Twenty five, sir!" Izuku gasped out, his body shaking with the effort of holding still. "Fuck, it hurts so good! Please please please!"

 

Sho could feel Izuku's pain through their bond, and could taste the salt of his tears on his tongue. But he also felt the boy's pleasure, the way it built and built with each slap until it was almost too much to bear.

 

Sho delivered the final spank to Izuku's right cheek, making the boy scream. "Thirty, sir!" Izuku sobbed. "Please please please!"

 

Sho felt his own penis throb at the desperate plea, felt Izuku's need pulse through their quirk bond like a livewire. But he knew that he couldn't fuck the boy just yet.

 

He rubbed Izuku's reddened ass soothingly, feeling the heat of the abused skin against his palm. "Such a good boy for me," Sho praised roughly. "So brave and strong."

 

Izuku whimpered, his hips twitching forward slightly. "Thank you sir," he gasped out. "Iii i tried my best."

 

Sho could feel Izuku's exhaustion through their bond, But he also felt the boy's arousal, his cock still hard and throbbing between his legs.

 

He slid his hand between Izuku's thighs, cupping the boy's heavy balls in his palm. Izuku gasped, his hips bucking forward into Sho's touch.

 

"Please sir," he panted out. "I need... Fuck"

 

Sho could feel Izuku's desperation, could taste his need to be touched, to be used. But he knew that he had to be careful, had to make sure that the boy was truly ready for more.

 

He stroked his lovers cum covered shaft slowly, feeling the velvet skin pulse beneath his fingers. The boy moaned, his hips rolling into Sho's grip.

 

"Feeling good, kitten?" Sho growled, thumbing the weeping slit of Izuku's tip. His little love nodded frantically, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

 

Sho continued to stroke Izuku's twitching shaft, feeling the slick pre cum dribbling over his fingers. He could feel their orgasms building, could taste the lust that flooded their system.

 

'So close,' Aizawa thought, feeling his own arousal building in tandem with Izuku's. 'He's going to cum any second now.'

 

But just as Izuku was about to fall over the edge, Sho withdrew his hand. The boy whimpered, his hips jerking forward as if seeking more friction.

 

"Please sir!" Izuku begged. "Iiii ii i was so close!"

 

Sho chuckled darkly, giving Izuku's ass a sharp slap. "Not yet, kitten," he growled. "You don't get to cum until I say you can."

 

Izuku whined, his body trembling with pent up frustration. Sho could feel his own arousal building, and could taste his boyfriend's needs on his tongue.

 

He knew that they were both still desperate for release, still aching to be filled and stretched and fucked. But he also knew that they needed to take it slow.

 

So he continued to tease Izuku, stroking his shaft and rubbing his balls until the boy was sobbing and shaking with need. He delivered soft slaps to his ass, praise until Izuku was a mess of moans and pleas.

 

And all the while, Sho could feel his own cock throbbing, and could taste Izuku's pleasure pulsing through their bond. 

 

Aizawa watched as Izuku trembled and shook beneath his touch, his lovers desperation pulsing through their quirk bond. He could feel Izuku's dick throbbing, could taste the heady mix of pain and pleasure that flooded his system.

 

"Please sir," Izuku panted out, his voice high and thready with need. "Please please let me cum!"

 

Aizawa could feel Izuku's orgasm building, could see it in the way his thighs trembled and his back arched. But he also knew that they needed to push Izuku further, to take him to the very edge of his limits before letting him fall.

 

He stroked Izuku's shaft roughly, feeling the velvet skin pulse beneath his fingers. The boy moaned, his hips rolling into Aizawa's grip.

 

"Feel good, kitten?" Aizawa growled, thumbing the dripping slit of Izuku's penis. The boy nodded frantically, his breath coming in desperate gasps.

 

Aizawa could feel Izuku's need, could feel his need to be touched, to be used, to be spread open and fucked. But he also knew that his partner needed more than just friction, needed to be pushed past his own boundaries.

 

So he continued to stroke Izuku's shaft, feeling more slick pre cum sliding over his fingers. The boy's arousal built and built until he was sobbing and shaking with the effort of holding back his release.

 

"Please sir!" Izuku begged. "I...I can't..."

 

Aizawa could feel Izuku's orgasm approaching, and could taste the desperation that flooded his system. And he knew that they were both on the very brink of ecstasy, both hovering on the precipice of release.

 

So he gave Izuku's ass one final slap, the sharp sting of pain mingling with the pleasure that coursed through his body. The boy cried out, his dick pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot out to splatter on the floor beneath them.

 

The sensation of Izuku's orgasm sent Aizawa hurtling over the edge as well, his own cock jerking and twitching as he felt his release flooding his system. They both cried out, their bodies shuddering and shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through them.

 

'Fuck yes,' Aizawa thought dazedly as they both panted through the aftershocks. 'Cumming together like this...there's nothing better.'

 

But even as they came down from their high, Aizawa could feel the hard press of his dick against Izuku's cum streaked skin. He knew that neither of them were satisfied yet, that their need for each other was far from quenched.

 

So he grabbed a fistful of his own hair, yanking sharply. The sudden jolt of pain sent a jolt of pleasure pain through his body, making him gasp. And he could feel Izuku's orgasm building again, the izuku's member pulsing and throbbing against his thigh.

 

'Again? Fuck,' Aizawa thought darkly, feeling his own cock twitch in response. 'He's insatiable.'

 

"Cum for me, kitten," Aizawa growled, tugging on his hair again and again. "Cum with me!"

 

Izuku screamed, his penis pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot out to splatter on the floor beneath them. The sensation of Izuku's orgasm sent Aizawa hurtling over the edge as well, his own dick jerking and twitching as he felt his release flooding his system. They both cried out, their bodies shuddering and shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through them.

 

They were both lost in subspace, floating on a sea of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm them. Aizawa knew that they needed to take it slow, to build the tension until it was almost unbearable.

 

'So fucking good,' Aizawa thought dazedly as they collapsed together on the couch. 'Can't get enough of him.'

 

So he gently coaxed Izuku off his lap, leading the boy to lay on the couch where they could cuddle deep in subspace. Izuku went willingly, his body pliant and warm as Aizawa wrapped his arms around him.

 

"Rest now, kitten," Aizawa murmured into his love's ear. 

 

'He looks so fucking perfect like this,' Aizawa thought, pressing a kiss to the top of Izuku's head. 'Wish I could keep him like this forever.'

 

Izuku nodded, his eyes already drooping closed. "M'kay," he mumbled. "Love you sir."

 

Aizawa smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Izuku's head. "Love you too, baby," he whispered. "Always."

 

Aizawa layed there for a while as he felt like he was moving underwater.

 

His limbs were loose and heavy, not with exhaustion but with the floaty weight of deep subspace. The edges of his vision were soft. Every sound was muted, cushioned behind layers of quiet.

 

But Izuku was in his arms, warm and pliant and curled up in his lap and that kept him anchored.

 

The couch beneath them was comfortable, familiar, and the steady pulse of their bond throbbed like a distant drumbeat in Aizawa’s chest. Still, something itched at the edge of that comfort. A quiet tug of responsibility. 

 

Take care of him.

 

He blinked slowly, his arms tightening a fraction. Izuku’s weight shifted slightly, his nose brushing Aizawa’s collarbone.

 

We need water. A squeezy. Clean clothes. Bed.

 

Sho took a breath through his nose and gently sat up, the change in posture making Izuku mumble a small, barely audible whine of protest. It was a kitten soft sound, coated in sleep and vulnerability, but Sho was already lifting him.

 

“Shh,” he murmured, voice barely more than a breath as he gathered Izuku into his arms. “I’ve got you, sunshine.”

 

Izuku didn’t fight it. Just tucked in closer, arms loosely draped around Sho’s shoulders, cheek resting on his chest.

 

His legs carried him toward the kitchen on instinct alone, bare feet brushing the floor, balance steady even in his haze. He moved like muscle memory had taken over, and maybe it had.

 

Sho opened the fridge and retrieved two bottles of water. Then he grabbed two squeezies, one of the good ones, sweet and fruity and soft on a floating stomach. He popped the cap on both waters and offered one to Izuku, tilting it gently against his lips. Izuku drank, eyes barely open.

 

'Good boy.'

 

He kept his hold secure, steadying Izuku with one arm while grabbing the washcloth he’d left in the bathroom earlier, and wet it. 

 

The bathroom light was dim, but still too bright for his current headspace. He squinted through it and set Izuku down just long enough to gently clean them both up, face, arms, stomach, legs, shaft, the places where their skin still held the warmth, cum and sweat from earlier.

 

Izuku leaned into the touch like a sleepy cat.

 

Sho worked carefully, methodically. He didn’t rush. This was part of it, part of what it meant to care for someone. Especially someone like Izuku. Especially when he was floating, too.

 

Once they were both clean, Sho pulled a fresh pair of pajama pants onto Izuku, then changed into his own. He needed skin. Contact. Warmth.

 

'He needs to feel safe. I need to be the one who makes him feel safe.'

 

He gathered Izuku back into his arms and carried him to their bed, cool sheets, warm blankets, and familiar pillows. Princess was already curled in the corner, tail twitching once before she settled with a sleepy huff.

 

Sho climbed in slowly, mindful of Izuku’s weight, then pulled the covers up around them and curled protectively around his boyfriend’s back. His arm slid around Izuku’s waist. His hand rested flat over his heart.

 

The bond pulsed once, slow and steady, like it was telling him: This is right. This is home.

 

Sho pressed a kiss to the nape of Izuku’s neck.

 

'I’m floating… but I’ve got you.'

 

He closed his eyes, breathing in the soft scent of green tea shampoo and safety. The last thought he had before sleep took him was a quiet one, gentle and certain.

 

'I’ll always take care of you, Izuku. Even when I’m not all here. Especially then.'

 

And then they both drifted off, wrapped in warmth, in bond, in each other.

Chapter 52: Ch.52

Monday Morning 

 

Aizawa woke to stillness. The kind that felt earned. The kind that came after fear, after adrenaline, after a long fall into subspace.

 

The room was dim, the morning light barely slipping past the curtains. The air was soft, thick with the warmth of sleep and closeness. For a moment, Sho didn’t move. Just breathed.

 

Izuku was draped over him like a blanket, his kitten. His sunshine. The boy’s curls spilled across Sho’s shoulder, warm breath ghosting along his collarbone. His fingers rested just over Sho’s ribs, barely curled, clinging even in sleep.

 

Sho shifted slightly, careful not to disturb him. His hand reached across to the nightstand on instinct, fingers brushing past their shared water glass until he found the smooth shape of his oral stim. He tugged it between his lips, the ring cool and familiar on his tongue.

 

The first suck was always grounding. Not quite soothing, not quite stimulation, just enough.

 

He hummed around it softly, the sound low in his throat, and shifted his other hand beneath the blanket to rest on Izuku’s waist. He let his fingers wander, gently brushing up Izuku’s bare back, tracing the soft curve of his spine, then down again, slow, deliberate.

 

When his palm met the soft flesh of Izuku’s thick ass, he paused.

 

Warm.

 

Still tender.

 

Not sore exactly, but… Sho could feel the heat still clinging to the skin there, like a fading echo of last night.

 

He let his fingers ghost over the area, not pressing. Just acknowledging it. Cataloging it.

 

'Still warm,' he thought, his inner voice soft and hazy, a gently sleepy fog. 'Not a bruise. No lasting mark. He was fine. He is fine'.

 

But even as he reassured himself, a twinge of guilt curled at the edge of his thoughts.

 

'We got close,' he admitted, suckling gently at the stim, letting the rhythm settle him. 'Too close. I should have stopped sooner. He was deep. I was deeper.'

 

Sho tightened his arm around Izuku slightly, pulling the boy even closer.

 

'I have to be better for him.'

 

The thought wasn’t harsh. It wasn’t a reprimand. It was simply true.

 

Izuku stirred faintly in his arms but didn’t wake. A soft, kitten like murmur vibrated from his throat, and Sho smiled faintly against his hair.

 

His hand slipped back down, settling again just under Izuku’s hips. Still, he felt the lingering heat and couldn’t help the wave of protectiveness and pride that swelled in his chest.

 

We need to talk about this. He needs to know I felt it. That I’ll always feel it.

 

He pressed his forehead gently against Izuku’s and sighed, deep and even.

 

His thumb brushed a soft, apologetic circle against the same spot he had spanked the night before.

 

I’ll ask. I’ll check. He’ll have space to say what he needs.

 

Sho stared at the ceiling, the gentle sucking motion of the stim keeping his nervous energy from curling into his stomach. We can stay in bed all day if that’s what he wants. If sitting’s too much. Hell, I’ll carry him everywhere if I have to. Just to make him smile.

 

He pressed a kiss to the top of Izuku’s head, slow and reverent.

 

But I’ll ask. Always.

 

He let his fingers drift again, this time to Izuku’s chest. He traced a slow circle around one perky nipple, then down to the faint lines of his abs. The boy was strong, leaner now from the training they’d done. His body still held a gentleness to it though, like he hadn't hardened all the way, and Sho prayed he never would. 

 

His fingertips drifted over the curve of his ribs, then over to his side, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. He moved with Izuku’s sleeping body like a tide, letting it ground him further.

 

'When he wakes up,' Sho thought, the stim clicking quietly between his teeth, 'I’ll ask if he wants to stay here. If he wants to talk. Or stretch. Or lay in bed with the kitten curled at our feet and let the day pass by without moving an inch.'

 

He looked at Izuku’s face, so soft in sleep, his lashes casting shadows over his cheeks. Sho’s chest ached with love, thick and low and raw.

 

'I love him,' he thought, the words weightless but solid. 'I love him, and he’s mine to protect. Always.'

 

He sucked once more on the stim and let the feeling of floating carry him, steady and quiet, while Izuku breathed in his arms.

 

Aizawa felt the subtle shift of weight before Izuku made a sound, just a soft exhale, almost a purr, as his fingers flexed slightly against Sho’s chest. Sho didn’t move at first. He simply watched, breath slow and even, his fingers still loosely cradling his love against him.

 

Izuku stirred again, this time accompanied by a sleepy hum, nuzzling into Sho’s shoulder like a contented cat. His curls tickled Sho’s collarbone, warm breath ghosting across his skin. The intimacy of it, all of it, was overwhelming in the quietest, gentlest way.

 

Sho leaned down and pressed a kiss to Izuku’s forehead.

 

That earned a smile, small and sleepy, and then a murmur: “More?”

 

Sho didn’t hesitate.

 

He kissed Izuku’s forehead again. Then the tip of his nose. Then down to the corner of his lips, finally resting a slow, lingering kiss right on his mouth. Izuku tilted his face up to meet it, eyes still half lidded, arms slowly winding up around Sho’s shoulders.

 

It was quiet. Soft. Not meant to escalate, just existing. Two people sharing the hush of morning and each other’s warmth.

 

Sho pulled back eventually, just far enough to meet Izuku’s gaze.

 

“Hey,” he said gently, cupping the back of his head. “Can I ask you something?”

 

Izuku nodded, still dreamy.

 

“Are you okay?” Sho asked, voice dropping lower. “After last night.”

 

Izuku blinked, his brows furrowing just slightly. “Okay?”

 

Sho exhaled slowly, sucking once on the stim still tucked in the side of his mouth. His heart beat a little faster. Not out of fear, but guilt, gentle, pulsing guilt that hadn't quite let go of his chest since he'd crawled into bed with Izuku the night before.

 

“You got spanked. A lot,” he said honestly. “More than I planned. More than I should’ve done.”

 

Izuku’s mouth opened slightly, but Sho raised a hand and gently brushed his thumb across Izuku’s cheek, not silencing him, just asking for a moment more.

 

“I got scared,” Sho admitted. “You almost fell, and I lost control. I was too far in subspace. I didn’t stop to check in with you like I should’ve. I forgot to ask if you were green.”

 

He paused, his jaw tightening as he tried to keep the emotion even.

 

“And that’s on me.”

 

Izuku was fully awake now. No fog, no confusion, just quiet and focused, watching Sho like he was trying to piece together every emotion on his face.

 

“I know I said I’d always protect you,” Sho continued, fingers twitching slightly where they rested on Izuku’s hip. “But protection means checking in. Respecting your space. Last night… I didn’t do that.”

 

He looked away for a second, pressing his forehead gently to Izuku’s temple.

 

“If you’re upset with me… or if you don’t trust me as much now, I understand.”

 

His throat tightened around the words.

 

I need him to feel safe. To know this wasn’t about punishment. It wasn’t about anger. It was fear, and instinct, and too much adrenaline. But that doesn’t make it okay.

 

Izuku leaned in closer, his arms tightening. “Sho.”

 

Sho looked back at him.

 

“I’m not upset,” Izuku said softly.

 

Sho blinked.

 

“I understand what happened. We were both deep. And I…” He hesitated, cheeks pinking a little, “I didn’t say I was green. I should’ve. That’s something I can fix too.”

 

Sho let out a slow breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

 

Izuku continued. “You didn’t scare me last night. I never felt unsafe. Just… overwhelmed. But in a good way. I trusted you. I still trust you.”

 

Sho closed his eyes for a moment.

 

Thank the gods.

 

“I’ll always ask next time,” Sho said quietly, pulling Izuku closer.

 

“I’ll always answer,” Izuku replied, burying his face against Sho’s neck.

 

They sat in silence for a few minutes, wrapped in each other, letting the moment stretch and settle like warm sunlight.

 

Sho stroked Izuku’s back again, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his palm. The soft curve of his spine. The lingering heat from where his hand had struck the night before.

 

He kissed the spot lightly, reverently.

 

This body is mine to protect, and punish. Every touch should feel like care, even when it’s intense. Especially then.

 

Izuku shifted again, lifting his head just enough to press a kiss to Sho’s jaw, then his cheek.

 

“I love you,” he whispered. “Even when you’re overthinking.”

 

Sho smiled faintly. “I love you. Even when you’re reckless.”

 

Izuku huffed a soft laugh. “Fair.”

 

Sho sucked on the stim again, grounding himself in the taste and weight of it, the familiar routine that helped steady his breath.

 

“When you’re ready,” he said softly, “We can get up. Take it easy today. If you need to stay in bed, we can. If you want to stretch or walk or just cuddle with the cat all day, I’m down.”

 

Izuku smiled up at him, sleep soft but bright. “Let’s just stay like this a little longer.”

 

Sho nodded.

 

Always, he thought. As long as you need.

 

And so they stayed. Wrapped in warmth, forgiveness, and trust. Sho traced gentle patterns across Izuku’s skin as the sun slowly climbed higher behind the curtains, the weight in his chest finally lifting, replaced by something softer.

 

A few more minutes passed, quiet and golden, as Aizawa simply held Izuku against his chest, the warmth of the bond lingering like sunlight beneath his skin. The soft rhythm of Izuku’s breathing was enough to keep him grounded, steady, peaceful, whole.

 

Until, of course, the front door opened.

 

Sho didn’t move. Not at first. But his brows twitched, and his hand stilled where it had been stroking along Izuku’s spine.

 

He felt them before he heard them. The bond flared faintly as familiar energy pressed into the shared dorm space. Zashi. And just outside the room, Shinso.

 

A moment later, a knock. Followed by the soft creak of the door easing open.

 

“Don’t throw anything,” came Zashi’s voice, just teasing enough to be annoying but quiet enough not to startle. “It’s just me. Hitoshi’s in the hall. Figured if either of you were half naked or fully, you’d rather I see than him.”

 

Sho didn’t even roll his eyes. He just groaned softly, head falling back against the pillow. “What do you want, Zashi?”

 

The man in question grinned, leaning casually against the doorframe. “You mean besides basking in the adorable domesticity of my two favorite people?”

 

Sho gave him a flat stare.

 

Zashi held up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. We made breakfast. It’s hot. Get your butts downstairs and eat before the eggs dry out.”

 

Sho raised a brow. “You made breakfast?”

 

“Well, I helped supervise. Todoroki cooked most of it. And Hitoshi set the table. Anyway, speaking of Hitoshi, he asked to come up. Said he wanted to apologize for yesterday.”

 

Sho’s jaw ticked, just slightly. He could still feel the phantom sensation of adrenaline spiking through his chest when Izuku had nearly fallen from that nine story edge.

 

“He wanted to check on Izuku too,” Zashi added, more gently now. “He was pretty shaken when you pulled the plug on training.”

 

That made Sho pause.

 

Next to him, Izuku let out a sleepy little groan and burrowed deeper under the covers. “Why are people awake? Why is Zashi in our room?”

 

Sho reached down and carded his fingers through Izuku’s curls. “Because zashi has a key to the door,” he muttered dryly.

 

Zashi snorted. “A mistake you won’t repeat, I’m sure.”

 

Sho ignored him.

 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Izuku’s temple. “C’mon, sunshine. We should get up. Eat something. You still feeling okay?”

 

Izuku nodded into his chest. “Just sleepy.”

 

“You can go back to sleep after breakfast,” Sho murmured. 

 

They moved slowly, the two of them untangling from the sheets with the ease of a couple long used to sharing space. Sho stretched briefly before grabbing clean lounge pants and a soft black tee from the nearby dresser, while Izuku pulled on soft cotton pants and a worn hoodie that used to belong to Sho.

 

Sho watched him with a faint smile. That hoodie was never getting returned.

 

When they stepped into the hallway, Hitoshi was leaning against the wall, hands tucked into the front pocket of his sweatshirt. He straightened immediately at the sight of them, his usual deadpan expression tinged with something hesitant.

 

“You okay?” he asked Izuku directly, skipping past any pretense.

 

Izuku blinked, then offered a small, warm smile. “I’m okay. Promise. You?”

 

Shinso shrugged one shoulder. “A little shaken. But not hurt.”

 

“Good.” Sho let it sit for a moment, then added, “Thanks for checking on him.”

 

The four of them made their way downstairs together. The smell of breakfast in the air, Actual breakfast. Biscuits, gravy, eggs… bacon. Sausage. Princess padded past them on the steps, tail flicking lazily as she darted ahead, clearly more interested in breakfast than drama.

 

Sho watched her go with a faint snort. “At least someone’s excited.”

 

Zashi was already in the kitchen when they entered, coffee in hand and that same too wide smile on his face. “About time,” he called, like they’d been gone for hours instead of minutes. “Food’s hot, drinks are poured.”

 

Sho narrowed his eyes. “You bribing us?”

 

“Absolutely,” Zashi grinned. “Bribery is the language of love.”

 

They all sat around the table together, and Sho watched Izuku carefully as he settled in next to him, eyes brighter now but still sleepy soft. He leaned against Sho without thinking, shoulder to shoulder, warm and close.

 

Sho felt the bond pulse quietly between them, not demanding, not loud. Just present. Just real.

 

He reached for the coffee pot and poured them both hot coffee.

 

Today would be quiet. Slow. Maybe they’d talk more. Maybe they’d rest. Maybe they'd hold each other on the couch until the world felt distant again. But for now… they’d eat. And that was enough.

 

They were halfway through breakfast, plates half empty, conversation meandering lazily from parkour stories to Shinso teasing Zashi for burning one sausage, when Zashi glanced at the clock and groaned dramatically.

 

“Oh no,” he said. “The hoard returns tonight.”

 

Sho blinked. “hoard?”

 

“The students,” Zashi clarified, like it should have been obvious. “The rest of Class 1A. They’ll be back from break around five. Which means…” He glanced at Sho meaningfully. “We need to go shopping. Today.”

 

Sho groaned instantly, deep and low in his chest. “No.”

 

Zashi smirked. “Yes.”

 

Izuku let out his own groan at the same time, slumping in his chair. But Sho caught the difference. His groan had more… pain behind it.

 

Sho flicked his eyes toward him, subtle. Izuku was shifting in his seat like someone trying to get comfortable without drawing attention but his body betrayed him. There was a faint wince, and a quick, guilty glance toward Sho.

 

Sho’s heart twinged. Yeah, sunshine’s still sore.

 

Todoroki, sharp eyed and devastatingly blunt, noticed too.

 

“Midoriya,” he said plainly, “are you alright? You keep shifting.”

 

Izuku nearly choked on his coffee.

 

Sho winced internally. So much for subtlety.

 

Izuku’s face flushed an impressive red. “I, uh, it’s nothing! Just, um, sat weird. My hip’s a little sore from yesterday..”

 

“Oh my god,” Shinso cut in, setting down his cup with dramatic flair. “He spanked you, didn’t he?”

 

Izuku made a strangled noise.

 

Sho sighed into his coffee.

 

Zashi, of course, burst out laughing. “Oh no, wait, are we just now figuring this out? Really? I saw the way Bunny was walking this morning and just knew.”

 

Izuku buried his face in his hands. “Why are you all like this?”

 

“Because we care,” Shinso deadpanned. “Also, this is the first time you’ve been more red in the face than Todoroki.”

 

Todoroki, to his credit, didn’t react at all. “I assumed it was personal.”

 

“Thank you,” Izuku muttered weakly.

 

Sho let out a long, slow breath and reached over to place a firm hand on Izuku’s thigh, grounding him. “It’s fine. They’ll forget about it by the time the groceries are loaded.”

 

Izuku groaned again. “I hate shopping.”

 

“Same,” Sho agreed dryly.

 

“Then send us,” Shinso offered, like a hero. “Todoroki and I can go...”

 

“No,” Sho said immediately. “You’ll buy nothing but microwave dumplings and sour candy.”

 

Todoroki nodded solemnly. “That’s accurate.”

 

“We’re going,” Sho said, resigned. “You, me, Zashi. Maybe Hitoshi, if he promises not to sneak more novelty ramen into the cart.”

 

“Fine,” Shinso grumbled.

 

Zashi leaned back in his chair, looking far too pleased. “Just think, Sho, you’ll get to push the cart and act like a tired dad while your boyfriend pouts about frozen waffles.”

 

Sho sipped his coffee and met Zashi’s grin with a long, slow blink. “I’m not above dragging you through the cleaning aisle just to watch you suffer.”

 

Zashi saluted. “Worthy price.”

 

Sho looked back at Izuku, who was still a little red, still shifting now and then, though less from embarrassment and more from actual soreness. He squeezed his thigh gently.

 

“I’ll get us one of the big carts,” Sho murmured low enough only Izuku could hear. “You can sit on the edge if it gets bad.”

 

Izuku’s eyes flicked to his, warm and grateful.

 

And with that, the plan was made: food run, essentials, then prep the dorms before the rest of 1A stormed back through the gates.

 

Sho sighed again and muttered into his mug, “I miss when my Sundays were quiet.”

 

Zashi leaned into his shoulder. “You mean boring.”

 

Sho didn’t answer. But his hand never left Izuku’s. 

 

 

Chapter 53: Ch.53

Shopping 

 

Aizawa wasn’t exactly sure how five people ended up going grocery shopping together.

 

He remembered agreeing to take Izuku after breakfast, just him, and maybe Zashi, since they needed to restock before the rest of the dorm returned that night. But somehow, Shinso had popped his head around the corner with a lazy “Can I come?” and Todoroki, silent as ever, had simply followed behind, already dressed and holding a reusable shopping bag like the decision had been made for him.

 

Aizawa didn’t have the energy to argue. So now here they were: all five of them inside the private store for heroes and celebrities, the one with reinforced walls, zero paparazzi, and luxury carts that rolled silently over tile like they were gliding on air.

 

The moment they stepped in, Aizawa’s shoulders relaxed by a fraction. No flashing cameras. No fans. No reporters trying to ask about underground patrol routes or who he was dating. Just shelves, gentle lighting, and calm instrumental music playing overhead. A sanctuary, if only for a little while.

 

Each of them grabbed a basket, Zashi insisted they do it “for balance,” claiming it would prevent the usual chaos.

 

It did not.

 

Zashi’s basket filled first with hair care products and novelty flavored drinks (“Sho, this one tastes like lemon soda and hope, I swear!”), while Shinso veered off to collect enough energy bars to feed a small army. Todoroki, true to form, added precisely three items: peach tea, soba noodles, and a new succulent for his windowsill.

 

Meanwhile, Izuku stuck to the actual list, his phone out, eyes scanning, thumb swiping. Focused, determined, and muttering softly under his breath as he crossed off essentials like rice, miso, tofu, trash bags, and laundry detergent.

 

He passed a display of fresh daikon radishes and threw three into the cart on instinct.

 

“Do we even eat those?” Shinso asked from behind him, holding two bags of wasabi chips.

 

“You eat what I cook,” Sho muttered.

 

Izuku reappeared beside him, placing soy sauce and mirin gently into the basket.

 

“Zashi’s back in the frozen section,” he said, cheeks pink. “He saw matcha ice cream and sprinted.”

 

“I’m not surprised,” Aizawa replied, his tone dry. “If he brings back another novelty mochi, I’m confiscating it.”

 

As if summoned, Zashi came bouncing around the corner with not one, but two more baskets.

 

“Found mint choco mochi and lychee jelly cups!” he announced, sliding both items into the cart with zero resistance. “Also Shinso wants ramen flavored popcorn.”

 

“No I don’t,” Shinso said, walking up behind him.

 

“You will.”

 

Aizawa exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose as the cart grew heavier. Somehow, they had ended up with three kinds of jam, a bag of freeze dried edamame, a tiny bottle of “emotion enhancing” essential oil, and a large plush All Might blanket that no one would admit to grabbing.

 

They moved from aisle to aisle in that controlled chaos, Sho periodically glancing back to make sure no one had wandered too far. It was like herding cats. One hyper cat, two aloof ones, one quietly determined kitten, and Sho himself, the tired shepherd with an increasingly full cart.

 

Then glanced down an aisle and spotted Izuku standing on his tiptoes, trying to reach the last bottle of sesame oil on the top shelf. His shirt hiked up, exposing a flash of his lower back, and his hair was a mess from running his hands through it too many times.

 

Aizawa looked away before he could get too distracted. 'Focus, Sho. Groceries now. Soft boyfriend thoughts later.'

 

They moved in a loose herd through the store, Zashi skipping ahead at times, Shinso trailing, Todoroki meandering, and Izuku darting back and forth between aisles with precision.

 

Occasionally, they converged. Like now, in front of the snack section.

 

“Do we really need three different types of spicy chips?” Sho asked, looking into Zashi’s cart.

 

“Define need,” Zashi replied, holding up one of the bags dramatically. “These taste like victory and tongue pain.”

 

“I vote we keep those,” Shinso said, tossing another energy drink into his cart.

 

“Absolutely not,” Aizawa muttered but didn’t stop them.

 

Todoroki appeared behind them, holding a jar of honey and a frozen dumpling tray. “I’m out of freezer space,” he said simply. “Can I use the teacher one?”

 

“…Yes,” Aizawa said, without questioning it. “Just label it this time.”

 

Izuku reappeared, the cart now almost as full as his. “I think I’ve got everything we need for the dorm, minus meat and bread. I’ll loop around.”

 

Sho gave a small nod. “I’ll grab the produce.”

 

“Already got it,” Izuku said proudly.

 

Of course he did. Sho felt a flicker of affection warm his chest. 'He’s so damn efficient.'

 

They stopped in the baking aisle and regrouped, everyone unloading their arms. The cart was now overflowing, and they were still only halfway done.

 

“Do we have enough for the entire dorm?” Izuku asked, checking his list again. “We’re still short on eggs and noodles.”

 

“And dish soap,” Sho added, grabbing two industrial size bottles.

 

“You always get two,” Zashi said, grinning.

 

“We always run out.”

 

Todoroki, who had been quietly holding his plant this entire time, finally spoke. “Why do we need this much food?”

 

Sho deadpanned, “Because teenagers eat like black holes.”

 

Todoroki nodded solemnly. “Fair.”

 

Shinso added a box of cereal and a six pack of sparkling soda to the cart. “Do we have enough coffee?”

 

“I have a stash,” Aizawa said, already turning down the next aisle.

 

Eventually, the chaos slowed, carts full, baskets overstuffed, and everyone visibly more tired than when they’d entered. At checkout, the cashier scanned everything without comment, bless her soul and offered a quiet, respectful smile. No autographs. No questions.

 

Aizawa paid, flinching slightly at the total.

 

He loaded bags into the carts again, the others gathering behind him. As they exited, the glass doors swished open automatically, revealing a bright but quiet afternoon beyond the storefront.

 

They walked across the near empty parking lot, carts gently rattling. Izuku beside him, fingers brushing his as they walked. Shinso a step behind, sipping something fruity. Zashi skipping. Todoroki trailing, holding the plant like it was sacred.

 

Sho exhaled through his nose, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

 

Somehow, this was his life.

 

Somehow… it felt exactly right.

 

The bags were stacked like a bad game of Tetris, boxes wedged against produce, bottles clinking gently with every turn of the cart wheels. Sho stood at the back of the UA van, arms crossed, watching as the others loaded the last round of groceries with what could only be described as organized chaos.

 

“Careful,” he warned as Todoroki set down a precariously balanced bag of eggs. “I’m not cleaning up yolk again.”

 

“Understood,” Todoroki replied, calm as ever, adjusting the bag so precisely it looked like it had been measured by laser.

 

Shinso was less delicate, tossing his bags in with a shrug and stepping back to stretch, hoodie sleeves shoved up to his elbows.

 

Meanwhile, Zashi leaned casually against the van’s passenger door, phone in hand, thumbs tapping with practiced speed and eyes locked on the screen.

 

Sho narrowed his eyes. “Hizashi.”

 

“Yeah, Sho?” Zashi didn’t even look up.

 

“Why aren’t you helping load the van?”

 

That finally earned him a glance, one brow raised. “I am helping,” he said, waving his phone slightly. “Just not the way you think.”

 

Sho arched a brow, unimpressed.

 

Zashi grinned, still typing. “I’m making a second list, way smaller, promise, of everything we forgot. I’ve already got it submitted to a smaller store down the block. By the time we get there, it’ll be bagged and ready for pickup.”

 

Sho opened his mouth to argue… and paused.

 

He sighed instead. “You know what? Fine. Good idea.”

 

Zashi beamed, clearly pleased with himself. “I live to serve.”

 

“No, you live to create chaos,” Sho muttered, turning back to slide the last bag into the van. “But occasionally, it’s useful.”

 

“I’ll take that as high praise.”

 

Once everything was packed and secured, they climbed into the van. Sho took the wheel, of course, Zashi calling shotgun before anyone else could argue. Shinso, Todoroki, and Izuku filed into the back, chatting softly, the three of them already unwrapping a few snack items “just to taste.”

 

Sho started the engine, the familiar hum a grounding presence beneath the ongoing banter.

 

He glanced over as Zashi angled his phone toward him, a neatly typed bullet pointed list already titled ‘Oops: Dorm Essentials (The Forgotten Edition)’.

 

Sho let out another sigh. “I hate how efficient you are when you want to be.”

 

Zashi winked. “That’s why we work so well together.”

 

“Not dating you.”

 

“Still work well together.”

 

Sho rolled his eyes and pulled out of the lot, heading toward the small specialty store where, sure enough, a few small bags would be waiting, extra dish towels, a replacement sponge, forgotten condiments, batteries, and a box of freezer bags someone definitely swore they already grabbed.

 

The drive was short, the laughter behind him low and easy, the van filled with the scent of snacks and the chatter of bonds that had only gotten stronger through chaos.

 

Sho didn’t say much.

 

But when he glanced in the rearview and saw Izuku resting his chin on the edge of the seat, looking soft and full of affection, he felt something settle deep in his chest.

 

Home was loud today. But it was good. And it was his.

 

The little convenience store was quiet, familiar, and quick, the kind of place that didn’t ask questions when a prepaid order labeled “Dorm Chaos Essentials” got picked up by a man with heavy eyebags and a silent teenager practically glued to his side.

 

Sho and Izuku moved efficiently, grabbing the neatly bagged items from the counter and murmuring polite thanks to the clerk before heading back toward the van.

 

Sho had a bag in each hand, Izuku had two clutched in one arm, and the soft rhythm of their boots on the pavement matched the quiet lull of the early afternoon.

 

Just as they were nearing the corner of the parking lot, Sho caught sight of a woman and her young daughter stepping out from the store next door, a little cafe, judging by the pastry box the mom was carrying. The girl couldn’t have been older than three. Tiny. Curly hair. A glittery backpack swinging on her shoulders. She was giggling, pointing up at the sky like she’d spotted a bird.

 

Sho’s eyes softened automatically. Kids were unpredictable, but he had a weak spot for the giggly ones.

 

He nudged Izuku gently with his elbow, already looking ahead.

 

And then it happened.

 

The sharp bang of the car door startled them both but it was the little girl’s scream that made Sho whip his head around.

 

The toddler had flinched away from the sound, clearly terrified, and before Sho could blink before he could even think to activate his quirk, a soft puff of mint green smoke exploded out from the child’s small body. It was dense and oddly sparkly, swirling with an almost metallic shimmer.

 

Sho didn’t even get the chance to dodge.

 

The smoke hit him square in the face. Izuku too. They both inhaled before their bodies could register the danger.

 

He stumbled a step back, coughing, eyes stinging slightly as the sweet, herbal scent of mint and sugar flooded his senses.

 

“Damn it...” he muttered, the bags slipping from his fingers as he automatically reached for his scarf.

 

Too late. It was already in his lungs.

 

The little girl started crying immediately, and her mother scooped her up, eyes wide with panic.

 

“I’m so sorry!” she gasped, rushing toward them with one arm around her daughter and the other digging in her purse. “She’s just a baby, she hasn’t mastered her quirk yet, oh my god, green smoke, that one’s permanent.”

 

That made Sho go still.

 

“What?” he asked sharply, voice tight.

 

The mother thrust a small laminated card into his hand with practiced urgency.

 

“She has a transformation quirk,” she explained, already breathless. “Triggers on fear, sometimes surprise. She releases colored smoke that gives people feline characteristics. The green smoke is permanent. Purple’s just temporary, it wears off on its own after a day.”

 

Sho stared at the card. It was neatly printed in multiple languages, with a soft pastel border and a cartoon cat in the corner. The header read:

 

 

Quirk Incident Protocol: Subject: Minako Aisaka Quirk Type: Emission/Transformation 

 

Effect: Temporary or permanent feline traits including: cat ears, tail, enhanced canines, retractable claws, altered eye shape, increased agility, and minor vocal changes.

 

Smoke Color Key:  Purple = Temporary (12–18 hrs)

Green = Permanent (very rare)

 

 

Sho blinked once. Then again.

 

Cat. Features.

 

His brain did a full hard reboot.

 

He looked at Izuku.

 

His partner was frozen, eyes wide, a faint blush already climbing up his cheeks as the words cat ears and tail registered.

 

Sho could practically feel the gears turning behind his tired eyes.

 

“Of course,” he muttered under his breath. “Of course it’s cat ears.”

 

“I really am so sorry,” the mom repeated, clearly distressed. “I’ve had to print so many of these cards lately, it’s getting worse, and I didn’t think...”

 

“It’s okay,” Sho said stiffly, slipping the card into his pocket. “It was an accident. You handled it.”

 

“Thank you,” she breathed, clearly grateful.  With that, she hurried off toward her car, her daughter still crying into her shoulder.

 

Sho looked at Izuku again. Then down at the bags. Then back at his love, who looked like he was simultaneously trying to process what happened and fight off a very specific mental image.

 

“…You’re picturing me with ears, aren’t you,” Sho muttered.

 

Izuku pressed his lips together, trying and failing not to smile.

 

“…No,” he said, very unconvincingly.

 

Sho sighed and grabbed the bags again, shouldering them as he turned toward the van.

 

“We have less than 3 hours before the transformation happens.”

 

Izuku followed, still red in the face but grinning now. “You’d look really cute with ears, Sho.”

 

Sho didn’t dignify that with a response.

 

But he did pick up the pace. Because if his tail started growing in the middle of a grocery store parking lot, he was going to have a very hard time pretending it wasn’t Izuku’s fault somehow.

 

“We should… get back to the van,” he muttered. “Now.”

 

“Yeah,” Izuku said softly, eyes still locked on Sho’s face. “Okay.”

 

Sho bent to pick up the bags, hands a little slower than before. The shift was still crawling through his skin, like static just under the surface.

 

They returned to the van with the extra bags in hand, Sho’s steps were slow, his mind far from calm. Izuku walked beside him, green eyes darting his way every few steps, curious, nervous, maybe a little excited.

 

Sho felt… conflicted.

 

Not worried, exactly. Not anymore. They were fine. The quirk had been harmless, the little girl more scared than anyone else. And the moment the smoke hit him, mint green, soft and strangely sweet, Sho had known it was already too late to dodge.

 

The part that really bothered him?

 

He wasn’t bothered at all.

 

They reached the van. Sho pulled the door open and leaned inside, handing the bags to Shinso and Todoroki while Zashi looked up from his phone.

 

“You get lost in there?” Zashi teased.

 

Sho deadpanned. “We got hit by a quirk.”

 

That wiped the smirk off Zashi’s face instantly. “What? Are you okay?”

 

“We’re fine,” Sho replied. “Some kid’s mutation quirk, triggered from fear. Green smoke. Couldn’t dodge it in time. Her mom gave me a card.”

 

He passed it over, watching Zashi’s eyebrows lift as he read.

 

Izuku spoke up quietly. “It was green. We both inhaled it.”

 

Zashi flipped the card, reading aloud: “Quirk: traits including ears, tail, claws, canines, and behavioral quirks like purring. Green smoke means… permanent effects. Three hours to transformation happens. Purple smoke fades in twelve hours.”

 

Sho swallowed. He kept his expression neutral, but his thoughts...

 

'Shit.'

 

He wasn’t disturbed.

 

He was… interested.

 

Too interested.

 

The idea of Izuku with ears. A tail. That soft purring sound curling up in his throat. Even Sho himself, with sharper teeth, soft furred ears, a tail flicking when he was irritated or amused...

 

He shouldn’t be into this.

 

But gods help him, he was.

 

He stayed silent. Said nothing. Not here. Not in front of them.

 

Zashi tilted his head. “Did you read the back?”

 

“No.”

 

“You should. In private.”

 

That made Sho frown slightly, but he accepted the card back and said nothing more.

 

They both got into the van.

 

Zashi’s grin was immediate. “You know, if you get the tail, we need to upgrade your capture weapon to match. Maybe a fuzzy one.”

 

“Don’t,” Sho warned.

 

“ShoTail,” Shinso offered, face too casual to be innocent.

 

“I hate all of you,” Sho muttered, staring out the window.

 

Izuku chuckled under his breath, cheeks tinged with pink. “I think it might be kind of cute.”

 

Sho’s mouth went dry.

 

He didn’t answer.

 

He couldn’t.

 

The ride home was noisy, teasing, lighthearted chaos. Sho half listened, his fingers twitching against his thigh every time he imagined Izuku’s fluffy tail brushing along his side. Or worse, the sound of him purring when Sho scratched behind his ears.

 

He sucked lightly on the inside of his cheek.

 

Later. He’d process it later.

 

Once they got home, they offloaded the mountain of groceries, every bag, every bottle, every box. A full fridge. A stocked pantry. And still, Sho’s mind stayed fixed on the feel of that smoke curling into his lungs, and the slow countdown that was now ticking in his chest.

 

Eventually, everything was put away.

 

And Sho met Izuku’s gaze.

 

They didn’t speak.

 

Just quietly turned and headed upstairs, side by side, the card folded in Sho’s pocket, his pulse just a little faster than before.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 54: Ch.54

Up stairs 

 

Sho didn't speak as they reached the top floor, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the carpeted hallway. Izuku walked beside him in quiet anticipation, the same buzz of anxious energy that had been following them since the smoke incident still hanging in the air like static.

 

Their dorm room was warm, familiar. Sho let them in, kicked off his shoes automatically, and watched as Princess trotted across the floor to greet them, her long tail flicking with vague interest.

 

She meowed once and padded away, clearly unimpressed by whatever news they might've brought home.

 

Sho followed Izuku to the couch and sat down slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. He still hadn't said a word about what was gnawing at the back of his mind.

 

About how interested he really was.

 

Izuku sat down beside him, close enough that their thighs touched, and leaned his weight slightly into Sho's side.

 

He was warm. Steady. Familiar.

 

And Sho could already feel the shift. It hadn't started yet, not physically but something in his body already knew it was coming.

 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the card.

 

It was glossy, worn at the edges, with neat, clear font on the front and back.

 

Sho flipped it.

 

Back of the Card: 

 

Parental Guide Warning:

 

"Cat's Play" Mutation Quirk

Manifestation typically includes the following in green smoke exposure: 

 

Ears (feline in shape and mobility)

 

Tail (expressive, sometimes with mood linked movement)

 

Enhanced hearing

 

Claw tipped nail

 

Slight fang elongation

 

Feline behavioral shifts: increased grooming, purring, territorialism, nesting, light seeking

 

Heightened physical affection

 

Heat responses may trigger depending on individual quirk compatibility and hormonal makeup

 

1-30 men experience a anal gland change that allows them to produce slick with an aphrodisiac taste and smell ( aphrodisiac side effects only seems to affect soulmates)

 

 

Sho blinked.

 

Then blinked again.

 

...Well. That explained the "read this in private" warning.

 

"'This quirk affects 1-30% of males,'" he read aloud. "Holy shit, Sho. That means there's a pretty good chance one of us could have it."

 

Aizawa nodded grimly, continuing to read. "'Secretions include a slick lubricant from anal glands with aphrodisiac properties.'"

 

Izuku felt a thrill run through him at the implications, his penis already starting to harden in his pants. He glanced over at Aizawa, noting the way the older man's pupils were dilating and his breathing was growing heavier.

 

"Fuck," Aizawa growled, tossing the note aside. "If either of us gets affected by this..."

 

He trailed off, but the unspoken implications hung heavily in the air between them. Izuku swallowed hard, nodding slowly.

 

"It could be dangerous," he agreed, squirming slightly as his arousal grew. "We might not be able to control ourselves."

 

Aizawa's hand tightened on Izuku's shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles into the soft skin. "We'll be careful," he promised. 

 

Just then, Izuku felt a strange tingling sensation spread through his body. His hands began to tingle and his spine arched as pointed ears popped out of his head. At the same time, a long, fluffy tail sprouted from his rear and sharp canines extended from his gums. He watched in awe as Aizawa went through the same transformation, cat ears and tail appearing on him as well.

 

"Fuck," Izuku groaned, looking down at his new feline features. "The quirk...it's changing us."

 

Aizawa's gaze snapped to Izuku, his pupils dilating as he took in the boy's transformation. He could smell Izuku's arousal, sweet and heady, filling the air between them.

 

"Kitten," Aizawa growled, reaching out to cup Izuku's face. "You're so fucking sexy like this. I need to touch you. Taste you."

 

Izuku whimpered and arched into Aizawa's touch, his shaft throbbing visibly against his pants. "Please sir," he begged. "I need you. Need your hands on me."

 

Aizawa obliged, sliding his hand down Izuku's chest to palm his erection through the fabric of his pants. Izuku bucked into the touch, gasping sharply.

 

"Ss So good," he panted. "Feels so good when you touch me like this."

 

Aizawa could feel the slick beginning to drip from Izuku's ass, coating his fingers with its sweet smelling lubricant. The aphrodisiac scent filled his senses, driving him wild with lust.

 

"I can smell it," he groaned, rubbing his fingers over Izuku's hole through his pants. "Your slick. It's dripping all over my hand."

 

Izuku whined and spread his legs wider, giving Aizawa better access to his entrance. "Please sir," he begged. "Need your fingers inside me. Need you to fill me up."

 

Aizawa needed no further urging. He quickly stripped off Izuku's pants and underwear, baring his dripping hole to the cool air of the room. Izuku moaned and arched his back, pushing his ass towards Aizawa's touch.

 

"Gonna fill this tight little hole," Aizawa growled, pressing a finger into Izuku's slick entrance. "Gonna pump you full of my cum until it's dripping out of you."

 

Izuku could only moan in response, clenching around Aizawa's invading digit. The slick was flowing freely now, coating both of their groins in its sweet smelling lubricant.

 

Aizawa continued to work his fingers in and out of Izuku's ass, scissoring and curling until he had three buried deep inside him. Izuku was writhing on the couch, babbling incoherently as Aizawa brought him closer and closer to the edge.

 

"Please sir!" Izuku cried out. "Need your dick! Need you to breed me!"

 

Aizawa could hold back no longer. He withdrew his fingers and stripped off his own pants, freeing his throbbing erection. He lined himself up with Izuku's entrance and pushed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

 

They both cried out at the exquisite sensation, Aizawa's dick pulsing deep inside Izuku's tight heat. The slick made obscene squelching noises as Aizawa began to move, thrusting in and out of Izuku's hole with desperate need.

 

"So fucking good," Aizawa groaned, grabbing Izuku's hips and pulling him down onto his cock. "Gonna fuck this hole raw. Pump you full of my seed until it's dripping out of you."

 

Izuku could only moan in response, meeting Aizawa thrust for thrust. The aphrodisiac scent was overwhelming, driving them both into a frenzy of lust and need. Aizawa could feel his orgasm building rapidly, his balls drawing up tight against his body.

 

"Gonna cum soon," he warned through gritted teeth. "Gonna fill this tight little hole with my sperm."

 

"Yes please!" Izuku cried out, clenching rhythmically around Aizawa's throbbing shaft. "Want your cum! Want to feel you let go inside me!"

 

Aizawa couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, brutal thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt in Izuku's ass and let go.

 

"Fuck yes!" he roared as thick ropes of cum shot deep into Izuku's spasming channel. "Take it all! Gonna keep fucking you until I've stuffed this thick ass full of kitts!"

 

Izuku screamed as his own orgasm crashed over him, his member pulsing and spilling between their bodies. He clung to Aizawa desperately as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through him, the intense pleasure pain bordering on too much to bear.

 

Aizawa lay on top of Izuku, both of them panting from their intense shared orgasm. He could feel Izuku's slick the velvety walls still fluttering around his cock, the boy's arousal. 

 

'Fuck, that was incredible,' Aizawa thought to himself, marveling at the intensity of their orgasm. 'The bond, the way we can feel each other's pleasure...it's like nothing I've ever experienced before.'

 

He leaned down to capture Izuku's lips in a deep, sensual kiss, savoring the taste of his kitten's mouth. Izuku responded eagerly, his tongue dancing with Aizawa's as they lost themselves in the intimate embrace.

 

Aizawa started to move again, sliding his dick in and out of Izuku's hole with long, slow thrusts. He kept the pace gentle, wanting to prolong their connection and show Izuku the depth of his love.

 

"Need you so much," Aizawa murmured against Izuku's lips. "Want to make love to you all night long."

 

Izuku whimpered and wrapped his legs around Aizawa's waist, drawing him deeper. "Please sir," he begged. "Want to keep feeling you inside me. Want you to claim me as yours."

 

Aizawa groaned at the plea, his thrusts growing a little harder, a little faster. "You're mine," he growled possessively. "My little kitten. My pretty little lover. My everything."

 

Izuku smiled up at him, his eyes shining with adoration. "Yours," he agreed happily. "Always yours."

 

They continued to move together, lost in a haze of passion and devotion. Aizawa took his time, lavishing attention on every inch of Izuku's body, kissing and licking his skin, teasing his nipples, stroking his shaft in time with his thrusts.

 

At one point, Aizawa paused and looked down at Izuku with concern. "What's your color?" he asked softly. "I need to know if I'm hurting you or pushing too hard."

 

Izuku reached up to cup Aizawa's face, his expression tender. "Green," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I'm feeling really good...a little overwhelmed, but in a really good way."

 

Aizawa felt a rush of relief and love at Izuku's words. He leaned down to capture his liver's lips again, pouring all of his feelings into the kiss.

 

As they continued to make love, Aizawa marveled at the strength of their bond. The way they could communicate without words, sense each other's needs and desires...it was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

 

He increased his pace gradually, chasing their mutual pleasure towards another peak. Izuku clung to him, crying out with each thrust, urging Aizawa on.

 

"O God, Please sir," Izuku gasped. "Need to cum. O God , Need you to fill mmm me up again."

 

Aizawa groaned at the desperate plea, his balls drawing up tight. "I'm going to pump you so full you will be dripping for days," he promised. "Gonna breed you pump you full of my kittens."

 

With a final series of powerful thrusts, Aizawa buried himself to the hilt in Izuku's ass and let go. Thick ropes of cum shot deep into the boy's spasming walls, hitting his prostate, and triggering Izuku's own orgasm.

 

They both cried out as ecstasy crashed over them, their bodies trembling and shaking with the force of their release. Aizawa collapsed on top of Izuku, careful not to crush him, and they lay there tangled together as the aftershocks rolled through them.

 

"I love you," Aizawa murmured, pressing soft kisses to Izuku's face. "More than anything."

 

Izuku smiled up at him, his eyes shining with love and satisfaction. "I love you too," he said softly. "Forever and always."

 

Aizawa lay there basking in the afterglow, still buried deep inside Izuku's slick heat. He could feel their mixed releases beginning to leak out around his softening cock, and the thought sent a shiver of possessive pride through him.

 

Just as he was starting to doze off, he felt Izuku begin to squirm beneath him, grinding his hips back against Aizawa's pelvis. Aizawa's eyes fluttered open, and he looked down to see Izuku's face flushed with desire, his pupils blown wide and his tail twitching with need.

 

"Please sir," Izuku whimpered, arching his back to take Aizawa even deeper. "Need more. Need you to fuck me again."

 

Aizawa groaned at the enticing display, his cock already starting to grow and harden once more. He slid his hand down Izuku's stomach, over his hips, until Izuku caught his wrist and guided his palm to his lower abdomen.

 

Aizawa felt his eyes widen as he encountered the hard bulge of his own cock pressing against Izuku's skin from the inside. "Fuck," he growled, giving the bulge a firm squeeze. "So fucking hot, feeling my dick inside you like this. Stretching this tight little hole."

 

Izuku keened and thrust into Aizawa's hand, his tail lashing behind him. "Yes sir," he gasped out. "Need you so bad. Want you to take me again."

 

Aizawa couldn't resist the plea in Izuku's voice. He withdrew from Izuku's hole reluctantly, earning a whine of protest from the boy. But before Izuku could voice another complaint, Aizawa had flipped him over onto his hands and knees.

 

"Gonna fuck you so good," Aizawa promised, running his hands over the curve of Izuku's ass. "Gonna make you scream my name."

 

Izuku shivered and arched into the touch, presenting his dripping hole to Aizawa's gaze. Aizawa took a moment to admire the sight, Izuku's pink, puckered entrance glistening with slick and cum, his fluffy tail curled over his back.

 

He leaned down and bit at the base of Izuku's tail, grinning at the way the boy yelped and thrust back against him. "So sensitive," he purred, giving the tail a sharp tug. "Love seeing you like this, all needy and desperate for my dick."

 

Izuku could only moan in response, pushing back against Aizawa's chest. The movement caused Aizawa's cock to drag along his crack, and they both groaned at the delicious friction.

 

Aizawa reached down and grasped himself, lining the head of his penis up with Izuku's entrance. He teased them both for a moment, rubbing his cock over Izuku's hole without pushing inside.

 

"Please, please, please," Izuku whined, trying to impale himself on Aizawa's length. "Need it. Need you."

 

"Patience, kitten," Aizawa scolded, smacking Izuku's ass lightly. "I'm in charge here. I'll give you what you need when I'm ready."

 

To punctuate his point, Aizawa reached down and grasped Izuku's tail again, tugging sharply as he finally began to sink into Izuku's heat. The dual sensations, the sting of the tail pull combined with the slow burn of Aizawa's cock stretching him open, had Izuku crying out and pushing back eagerly.

 

"Fuck yes," Aizawa groaned as he bottomed out, his hips flush against Izuku's ass. "So fucking tight. Gonna ruin this hole on my cock."

 

Izuku could only moan and mewl in response, lost in the overwhelming sensations. Aizawa set a brutal pace, pounding into Izuku's hole with deep, powerful thrusts. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by Izuku's needy cries and Aizawa's grunts of pleasure.

 

"That's it," Aizawa growled, one hand fisting in Izuku's hair while the other continued to play with his tail. "Take my cock like a good little kitten. Gonna make this hole ache for days. Good boy, such a good boy for sir."

 

Izuku could feel his orgasm building rapidly, his dick leaking steadily against the cushion. The added stimulation of Aizawa tugging on his tail with each thrust was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

 

"Please , o God please, sir need to cum," he panted out. "Please sir. Want to cum on your cock."

 

"Go ahead," Aizawa encouraged, pounding into Izuku even harder. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love my dick stretching this tight little hole. My tight little hole."

 

With a final, keening cry, Izuku came undone. His cock pulsed and spasmed as thick ropes of cum shot from the tip, coating the cushion beneath him. At the same time, his ass clamped down around Aizawa's twitching cock like a vice, milking him for all he was worth.

 

"Fuck yes!" Aizawa roared as Izuku's walls fluttered and clenched around him. "Take it all, kitten! Gonna breed you!"

 

He slammed into Izuku one last time before burying himself deep and letting go. Thick, hot spurts of cum filled Izuku's channel, painting his insides white with Aizawa's release.

 

As they both came down from their highs, Aizawa leaned forward and sank his teeth into the juncture of Izuku's neck and shoulder. He bit down hard enough to leave a mark, a clear claim of ownership for all to see.

 

"You're all mine," he growled possessively as he licked over the wound. "My mate. My lover. My partner. You're My everything."

 

Izuku could only whimper in agreement, too blissed out to form coherent words. He melted back into Aizawa's embrace, relishing the feel of the man's weight pressing him into the couch.

 

Aizawa held Izuku close as they basked in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking, his softening penis still buried deep inside the boy's slick, clenching hole. He could feel the hot, wet suction of Izuku's insides massaging his spent length, and it sent a shiver of pleasure through him.

 

After a few moments, Aizawa reluctantly withdrew from Izuku's body, wincing as the movement caused his sensitive shaft to drag along the boy's stretched, tender walls. Izuku whimpered at the loss, his hole gaping and twitching as it struggled to keep Aizawa's thickness inside.

 

"Come on," Aizawa murmured, gathering Izuku into his arms and standing with him still impaled on his dick. "Let's get more comfortable."

 

He carried Izuku over to the couch and settled down on the cushions, arranging the boy to straddle his lap with his legs spread wide. Izuku moaned softly as the new position caused Aizawa's tip to grind against his prostate, and he started to bounce gently on Aizawa's thickness.

 

'Fuck,' Aizawa thought to himself, marveling at the sight of Izuku riding his dick with such devotion. 'Look at him, so lost in pleasure, so desperate for my dick. He's absolutely glowing, bathed in the afterglow of our coupling.'

 

Izuku continued to rise and fall on Aizawa's shaft, taking him deep with each downward thrust. The wet, obscene sound of their coupling filled the room, punctuated by their harsh breaths and needy cries.

 

After a few minutes, Aizawa paused and looked up at Izuku with concern. "What's your color?" he asked, running his hands soothingly over the boy's thighs. "You okay?"

 

Izuku bit his lip and nodded, a slightly strained look on his face. "Yyy Yellow," he admitted. "I'm getting a little sore...but I don't want to stop. Just need a breather."

 

Aizawa nodded understandingly and leaned up to press a soft kiss to Izuku's lips. " Good boy, Tell me what you need," he said gently. "What do you need to make you feel good?"

 

Izuku thought for a moment, then reached up and tangled his fingers in Aizawa's hair, tugging sharply. "I want to cum again," he said, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. "Just once more. Think that's all I have in me."

 

Aizawa grinned at that, his competitive spirit rising to the challenge. 'Fuck yeah,' he thought to himself. 'Gonna make this kitten cum so hard, he forgets his own name. Gonna fuck him into oblivion.'

 

He tightened his grip on Izuku's hips and started to move, snapping his pelvis up to meet each of the boy's downward thrusts. The new angle allowed his cock to drag deliciously over Izuku's prostate with each stroke, and Izuku cried out in pleasure.

 

"Oh fuck!" he gasped. "Right there! Harder!"

 

Aizawa obliged, pounding into Izuku's hole with brutal efficiency. The boy's tight, slick walls gripped him like a vice, clenching and fluttering around his plunging cock. It was pure bliss, and Aizawa could feel his own release starting to build rapidly.

 

"Gonna cum," he growled through gritted teeth. "Gonna fill you up so deep. You want that, kitten? Want me to breed you? Stuff you with my kittens? Make you a papa or mama?"

 

"Yes!" Izuku screamed, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "Please sir! Cum inside me! Need to feel you let go!"

 

Aizawa felt a surge of primal satisfaction at Izuku's needy plea. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in the boy's spasming hole and let go.

 

"Fuck yes!" he roared, thick ropes of cum shooting deep into Izuku's channel. "Take it all, kitten!"

 

Izuku cried out as Aizawa's hot seed painted his insides, triggering his own orgasm. His cock pulsed and spurted between their bodies, coating both of their stomachs with his release. At the same time, he leaned down and sank his teeth into the juncture of Aizawa's neck and shoulder, biting hard enough to leave a mark.

 

Aizawa groaned in pained pleasure at the sting, his shaft throbbing deep inside Izuku's clenching hole. He could feel the boy's claim throbbing against his skin, and it sent a possessive thrill through him.

 

'You're mine,' he thought fiercely, cradling Izuku close. 'My mate. My lover. Mine forever.'

 

Izuku could only whimper in agreement, too spent to do anything more than cling to Aizawa and bask in the afterglow of their shared pleasure. They stayed like that for a long time, slowly coming down from their highs as their softening penis's slipped from each other's bodies.

 

Eventually, Aizawa gathered Izuku close and pressed a tender kiss to his sweaty brow. "I love you," he murmured. "So fucking much."

 

Izuku smiled up at him, his eyes shining with love and adoration. "I love you too, moonlight." he said softly. "Forever, where ever you go I go for eternity."

 

They held each other tight, secure in the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, two hearts joined as one.

 

Aizawa held Izuku close as they basked in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking, both spent and satisfied. He could feel Izuku's body relaxing into his embrace, the boy's breathing starting to even out as he drifted toward sleep.

 

Carefully, Aizawa extricated himself from the tangle of limbs, mindful not to disturb Izuku too much. He gathered the unconscious boy into his arms and carried him into the bathroom, grabbing a couple of damp washcloths and some squeeze bottles of water along the way.

 

He settled Izuku on the closed toilet lid and kneeled down in front of him, gently wiping away the mixture of sweat, saliva, and other fluids that coated their bodies. Izuku meowed softly in his sleep as the cool cloth dragged over his sensitive skin, arching into Aizawa's touch.

 

"Shh," Aizawa soothed, pressing a kiss to Izuku's inner thigh. "Gonna get you all cleaned up, kitten. Then we can shower properly."

 

He took his time bathing Izuku, running the cloth over every inch of exposed skin before moving on to the boy's most intimate areas. Izuku's eyelids fluttered but he didn't wake, lost in the haze of subspace. Aizawa could see that Izuku's hole was slightly puffy and reddened from their vigorous lovemaking, and he probed it gently with his fingers to make sure there was no excess slick or cum remaining.

 

Once Aizawa was satisfied that Izuku was thoroughly cleaned, he helped the boy to his feet and led him into the shower. He supported Izuku under the warm spray, washing his hair and body carefully before quickly cleaning himself.

 

Afterward, Aizawa dried Izuku off with a fluffy towel and helped him into a pair of soft pajama pants. He carried his soulmate over to the bed and gently tucked him under the covers, then climbed in beside him.

 

He gathered Izuku into his arms and held him close, relishing the feeling of his mate's warmth and weight against him. Aizawa pressed a tender kiss to Izuku's temple and murmured, "Love you. So fucking much."

 

Izuku smiled softly in his sleep, nuzzling closer to Aizawa's warmth. Aizawa smiled in return and settled down, content to hold his mate as they both drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

 

As Aizawa's eyes began to close, he couldn't help but marvel at the incredible journey that had brought them to this moment. From strangers to lovers, from teach/student to soulmates, it seemed like a fairytale. And yet, here they were, safe and secure in each other's arms.

 

No matter what challenges tomorrow might bring, they would face them together, two hearts joined as one. Aizawa knew that as long as he had Izuku by his side, he could handle anything.

 

Chapter 55: Ch.55

Tuesday morning 

 

Aizawa woke slowly, the way he always did when he actually managed to sleep, reluctant, heavy limbed, and already half thinking about what came next. His senses drifted into place one by one: the warmth of the bed, the familiar weight of Izuku curled beside him, the soft hum of the dorm’s morning systems powering up somewhere in the walls.

 

His body ached, in a used way, nothing sharp, nothing alarming. Just sleep worn muscle and the pull of yesterday’s training and love making last night.

 

He stretched, reaching his arm across the bed, only to pause halfway through the motion.

 

Something tugged at his finger.

 

His eyes blinked open groggily, and what he saw made him freeze completely.

 

No chain.

 

No invisible bond wrapped around their wrists, always faintly glowing, always three feet exactly.

 

Instead, there was a thin, delicate red string tied around his pinky finger, like the string from an old children’s story. It trailed across the mattress and wrapped gently around Izuku’s own pinky, the loop there just as neat, just as small.

 

Aizawa stared at it for a long, silent second.

 

Then slowly, carefully, he moved his hand a few inches away.

 

The string grew with it.

 

It didn’t tug. Didn’t resist. Just stretched, gracefully, seamlessly, like it was made of magic. Like it wanted to stay connected, but was no longer restricted to that rigid three foot leash they’d grown so used to.

 

Sho furrowed his brows and sat up a little straighter.

 

He watched the string carefully as he moved again. First back toward Izuku, it shrunk. Then away, it lengthened. No glow. No resistance. No sign of a quirk faltering or snapping.

 

Just a quiet, impossible change.

 

The chain’s gone, he thought numbly. But… not gone?

 

His lips pressed into a tight line, confusion starting to slowly edge into his chest.

 

Did it break?

 

Did it evolve?

 

Did someone change it?

 

The last few days swirled through his mind, spankings, training, stress, losing and taking their virginity, the green smoke quirk from that little girl,. Could that have done something? Could his own quirk have interfered? Or maybe…

 

His gaze flicked back down to the string, watching how it moved in real time with him.

 

It wasn’t a chain anymore.

 

It was something gentler. Softer.

 

But still just as unrelenting in its presence.

 

He looked at Izuku’s sleeping face, the way his hand curled unconsciously against the pillow, the string resting across his knuckles like a thread spun between fate and accident.

 

Sho exhaled slowly through his nose.

 

This isn’t over.

 

Not in a fearful way. Not a threat. Just a truth. Whatever this new version of the quirk was, it hadn’t let them go. It had simply… shifted.

 

Adapted.

 

Sho reached over with his free hand and gently brushed Izuku’s hair from his forehead. His kitten didn’t stir.

 

His eyes drifted back to the red string.

 

The color was bright in the morning light. Almost too vivid. Almost deliberate.

 

Sho hated not knowing.

 

But this, this wasn’t the worst mystery to wake up to.

 

Still, he made a mental note: 'as soon as Izuku woke up, they were talking. About the string. About how it changed. About whether Izuku had noticed anything last night that Sho hadn’t.'

 

Because he might not understand what the quirk was doing now…

 

But he’d be damned if he let it change them without warning again. And maybe, maybe this time, they could choose what it meant.

 

Before Aizawa could test the strange red string further, their alarm chimed quietly from the nightstand.

 

He reached out with a sigh, silencing it with a tap of his fingers. The noise roused Izuku beside him. The younger stirred with a soft exhale and shifted closer, his hand tightening slightly against Sho’s side.

 

Sho leaned down, brushing a kiss to Izuku’s forehead. “Morning my love,” he murmured.

 

Izuku made a little contented sound in response, but his eyes fluttered open and then widened slightly.

 

Sho lifted his pinky, showing him the red string still trailing from it to Izuku’s own hand.

 

For a beat, Izuku just stared. “Is that?”

 

“It replaced the chain,” Sho said softly. “I noticed it when I woke up.”

 

They both sat up a little, careful not to tug at the string, though it didn’t resist. If anything, it flowed gently through the air like thread in water, light, shifting, and somehow alive.

 

Sho watched as Izuku experimentally passed his hand under the string. Nothing happened. Then a tissue. A pen. Even his phone. All moved through it without resistance.

 

“It’s not solid,” Izuku murmured. “But it’s definitely part of the quirk. It moves like it’s still tethering us, just… differently.”

 

“It expands and contracts,” Sho added. “But I don’t feel any pull. No physical resistance, just… presence.”

 

Izuku glanced at him. “Does that mean it’s weakening?”

 

Sho shrugged. “Or evolving.”

 

A moment passed between them, heavy with the weight of the unknown. Then Sho reached for his phone.

 

“We should tell Zashi.”

 

Izuku nodded, eyes still tracking the thread as Sho thumbed out a message.

 

Zashi:

Need you to come upstairs quietly. Something changed with the quirk. Izuku and I are trying to figure it out.

 

Sho set the phone aside and ran a hand through his hair.

 

“Hopefully he’s still downstairs,” he said. “But either way, he’ll come.”

 

Izuku glanced at the thread again, watching the way it floated between them. “It’s pretty…”

 

“Yeah,” Sho murmured. “Doesn’t make it less concerning, though.”

 

He reached across, curling his finger gently around Izuku’s, and the red thread responded, flexing slightly like silk with tension.

 

“I don’t know what it means yet,” Sho said quietly. “But I’m not letting it take you from me.”

 

Izuku looked up at him, eyes warm and wide, and nodded. “I know. I'm not going anywhere moonlight.”

 

Together, they waited, barely breathing, hearts steady, as the soft creak of stairs outside the door signaled that Hizashi had arrived.

 

Sho reached over and took Izuku’s hand properly, grounding them both.

 

This wasn’t panic. Not yet.

 

Just something new. Something they’d face together.

 

Sho decided it would be a good idea to move to the couch before Zashi arrived, it was better to be upright, alert, and not buried under blankets if they were about to puzzle out another quirk twist. Especially one that replaced a solid invisible chain with a glowing red thread tied to their fingers. But the moment he started to shift out of bed, he felt the slight tug of warmth still wrapped around his waist, Izuku and then heard it.

 

A tiny whimper. A sharp, soft sound of discomfort.

 

Sho stilled instantly and looked down.

 

Izuku was trying to sit up, wincing as his body curved awkwardly away from the mattress. His eyes were tight, lips parted just enough to breathe through whatever sensation that had been. A breathy hiss followed, and Izuku’s brows furrowed, as if trying to decide whether to lie back down or tough it out.

 

Sho’s chest tightened.

 

“Hey,” he said softly, already leaning in. “What is it?”

 

Izuku gave a half smile, sheepish. “Just sore. From last night. My back and, uh… lower half. Still stings a little.”

 

Sho exhaled, his guilt curling tighter beneath his ribs. He should have checked more thoroughly. He should’ve known.

 

'Too deep,' he thought. 'I knew we were close to the edge, no, I was close to the edge. He trusted me, and I got swept away.'

 

But Izuku hadn’t let go. Hadn’t pulled back. Had leaned in, begged for more, even deeper, trusting him to hold the line. And he had. But just barely.

 

“You should’ve told me,” Sho said, his voice quiet but not scolding, just concerned.

 

Izuku shrugged a little, then grimaced at the movement. “Didn’t want to ruin the morning.”

 

“You’re not ruining anything,” Sho murmured. And without another word, he bent down and scooped Izuku up into his arms.

 

Izuku startled slightly but didn’t resist, tucking his face into Sho’s neck. His fingers found purchase on Sho’s bare chest, soft and slow as they pressed gently into the muscle there.

 

Sho adjusted his grip, carefully navigating them out of the room. As he walked, his eyes flicked up toward the thin red thread still tied to both their pinkies. It shimmered faintly in the morning light, no longer rigid like the chain, but shifting, flowing. Gentle.

 

He took note of how it elongated smoothly, trailing with them like a living thing. No resistance. No warning tug.

 

This isn’t a leash, Sho thought. It’s a tether. It doesn’t bind… it just connects.

 

They passed the full body mirror on the wall near the hallway, and Sho caught sight of both of them in profile.

 

The changes were subtle, but undeniable.

 

The sleek green/black cat ears perched atop Izuku’s curls flicked slightly at the sound of Sho’s footsteps, twitching with sleepy awareness. His own had perked forward too, he could feel the motion now, the muscles behind them unfamiliar but responsive. Sho’s tail twitched slightly at the same time Izuku’s did, both long and expressive, arching in lazy waves behind them.

 

It was… strange. Alien. But not uncomfortable.

 

'Shouldn’t I be more alarmed by this?' he wondered. 'But I’m not. They’re soft. They suit him.'

 

Izuku shifted in his arms again, and Sho's attention was pulled downward, to his neck.

 

Right there, faintly bruised and slightly indented, was a bite. His bite. A moment of need last night, more instinct than thought, really and now it lingered like a mark of ownership. Sho’s cheeks flushed faintly as his gaze trailed lower… and just where Izuku’s shoulder met his neck, he felt the dull echo of heat from another bite.

 

Izuku had marked him too.

 

Sho felt the memory flicker up, teeth scraping, the heat of breath, the deep vibration of a purr curling from Izuku’s chest and it did something to him. Not just arousal, though that too pulsed under his skin. No, it was deeper. A thrill of connection. A knowing.

 

He’s mine. And I’m his.

 

Sho carried him with even more care as he finally reached the couch. He eased them down, settling Izuku sideways with his legs curled up, and wrapped a pillow behind his back. The boy shifted with a small, grateful sigh, tail flicking lazily before curling around his thighs.

 

Sho smoothed down his hair, taking one last glance at the bites before brushing a soft kiss over Izuku’s temple.

 

“Stay right here,” he whispered. “I’m going to get us coffee.”

 

Izuku hummed sleepily, his ears flicking in acknowledgment.

 

Sho padded into the kitchenette, watching the red string trail behind him. The magic or quirk, allowed him to move freely now, but the connection remained firm. His fingers twitched as he reached for the cabinet, the old instinct to look over his shoulder already settled in his bones. He still didn’t like turning his back on Izuku. Not when he was sore. Not when the bond hummed between them.

 

He poured the water. Measured the grounds. The coffee pot hissed to life.

 

And still, his mind drifted back to the marks. To Izuku’s moan when Sho’s teeth had found his throat. To the way Sho had felt that same sting. Mutual. Raw. Real.

 

'Whatever this quirk is evolving into,' he thought, 'watching the red thread glimmer under the overhead light, it’s reflecting us. The bond. Our choices. Not just proximity but partnership.'

 

Sho leaned against the counter, waiting for the pot to fill.

 

'He’s mine to protect. Mine to guide. But he isn’t fragile. He claimed me back. He chose this. Every step.'

 

His ears twitched slightly, catching the soft rustle of Izuku adjusting on the couch, a sleepy grunt following. Sho’s tail curled slightly behind him as he smiled.

 

'I’ll keep us safe. One lesson at a time.'

 

Aizawa leaned against the counter, arms crossed loosely over his chest as he waited for the coffee to finish brewing. The quiet bubbling filled the air, just enough background noise to let his thoughts wander. He glanced back toward the couch, eyes softening as he took in the sight of Izuku, curled up with the blanket, his newly sprouted tail flicking idly along the cushion.

 

The ears were the most distracting, large, green/black furred tufts with soft pink interiors, twitching slightly with every shift of sound. The boy looked… adorable. That was the word. Absolutely, devastatingly adorable. It would’ve been almost funny if Aizawa wasn’t also in the exact same situation, his own tail curling near his ankles, ears flicking every time the coffee pot clicked.

 

He could still feel the mark Izuku had left at the base of his neck the night before. He hadn’t looked at it yet, but the heat was there, like a low thrum of possessive warmth against his skin.

 

Sho touched the bite he had left on Izuku’s neck with his eyes earlier. He hadn’t meant to bite that hard. It wasn’t even a plan. Just instinct. Need. A pressure behind his teeth that had said mine. Now, every time he looked at the faint bruise peeking out beneath Izuku’s curls, his chest ached in a different way.

 

He rubbed the back of his neck and muttered to himself, “You’re hopeless.”

 

The coffee beeped. Sho poured two mugs, one for him, one for Izuku and added a bit of milk and sugar to Izuku’s like always. But before he could walk away, he paused, opened the cabinet, and grabbed the bottle of over the counter painkillers. Izuku might not have said anything else, but Sho knew. He could slightly feel it through the bond like it was still there just weaker. He moved like he was pretending not to hurt.

 

When he returned to the couch, Izuku was trying to get comfortable again, one hand rubbing at the base of his tail with a small wince.

 

“Here,” Sho murmured, kneeling beside him. “This should help.”

 

He handed Izuku a mug of coffee, then placed the pills in his other hand and followed it with a glass of water. Izuku looked up at him, cheeks still faintly flushed, those too big cat ears drooping slightly in embarrassment.

 

“Thank you,” he mumbled, the tips of his ears twitching.

 

“You don’t have to push through it just to seem tough,” Sho added gently. “Sore is sore. That’s not weakness. That’s just consequences.”

 

Izuku laughed softly. “Consequences of fucking a pro hero?”

 

Sho gave him a half lidded look. “Consequences of not listening to said pro hero during parkour.”

 

They both smiled, their eyes locking in that quiet way they did, where words weren’t really needed. Sho leaned in to kiss the top of Izuku’s head again, right between the ears. Soft fur brushed his lips.

 

Then came the sound of the front door opening.

 

“Yo! Hope nobody’s indecent without me!” Zashi’s voice rang through the dorm, teasing and bright.

 

A beat of silence. Then: “...Holy shit, you two are indecent.”

 

“We’re not,” Sho called calmly as he stood. “Just shirtless and fuzzy.”

 

Zashi popped into view, pausing when he saw the twitching ears and tails. “Oh my god. You’ve turned into anime boys.”

 

Sho rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the huff of amusement in his throat. Izuku ducked further into the blanket, hiding his face.

 

Zashi gave him a dramatic wink. “Soooo. Did you two fuck or what?”

 

Both Sho and Izuku flushed at the same time.

 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Zashi said cheerfully, already heading toward the kitchen. “Did you eat yet?”

 

“No,” Sho replied, already knowing what was coming.

 

Zashi snapped his fingers like he was in a cooking show. “Then you two stay right there. Breakfast is on me. You’re clearly too love drunk to function.”

 

Sho sighed and sat back down beside Izuku, coffee in hand. The blanket was warm, Izuku was warmer, and even though the cat ears were twitching and the tail kept swishing, Sho felt… okay.

 

Happy, even.

 

Zashi clattered around the kitchen, humming something upbeat, while Sho let his tail curl loosely over Izuku’s. He leaned in, pressing his shoulder against his boyfriend’s as the scent of bacon began to fill the room.

 

“You look ridiculous,” Sho muttered. "And hot."

 

“You too,” Izuku whispered back, eyes sparkling.

 

Sho grinned.

 

Maybe this day wouldn’t be so bad after all.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 56: Ch.56

 

Aizawa sat beside Izuku on the couch, their shoulders brushing, tails curling in mirrored arcs behind them. His own black ears twitched with each slow breath, the low hum of the coffee machine still warm in his memory. Izuku leaned into him with a sleepy weight that Aizawa never wanted to move. Across from them, Zashi had pulled a chair up backward and straddled it, arms folded over the top, eyes sharp with curiosity.

 

Sho lifted his hand, letting the faint shimmer of the red string between his and Izuku’s pinkies catch the light. “This replaced the chain.”

 

Zashi blinked and leaned forward, squinting. “Still can’t see anything. It’s totally invisible to me.”

 

Izuku frowned. “Maybe we can make it visible again?”

 

They both focused, breathing slowly, willing the string to reveal itself. As if in response, it began to shimmer, just faintly at first, like something half dreamt, then blooming with a gentle red glow. A beat later, it glowed brightly enough to catch Zashi’s eye.

 

“Okay, whoa! There it is!” Zashi sat up, jaw dropping slightly. “That’s the same connection as before? You’re telling me the original quirk bond evolved into this?”

 

Sho nodded once. “ almost the same connection point. Different form.”

 

Zashi looked between them, eyes wide now. “That’s not just a bond quirk anymore. That’s the red string of fate. You know that, right? That’s supposed to be a myth, like fairy tale level soulmate stuff.”

 

Izuku's cheeks flushed as he stared down at their fingers, ears twitching and tail curling tighter around Sho’s thigh. “It… wasn’t like this at first. The first quirk made a visible three foot chain. This string only appeared after the little girl’s quirk activated yesterday.”

 

Zashi froze. “Wait. The girl with the green smoke?”

 

Sho gave a slight nod.

 

Zashi narrowed his eyes. “...Did anything from the card she gave you happen yet?”

 

The silence that followed was palpable.

 

Both Sho and Izuku blushed, hard.

 

Zashi raised a brow, then smirked knowingly. “I’ll come back to that.”

 

Then he pointed at the thread. “So let me get this straight. First, you two get hit by a bonding quirk that literally chains you together, right? Then yesterday, a second quirk overlays it, this one with permanent cat traits and unknown magical nonsense, and now suddenly the chain isn’t a chain anymore, it's evolved into the physical representation of a soulmate myth?”

 

Sho sighed through his nose. “Yes.”

 

“And you two are just casually sitting here like you didn’t get hit by some kind of love god level transformation?”

 

Sho looked at Zashi tiredly. “We’re tired, Zashi.”

 

Izuku let out a sheepish little laugh and tried to disappear into Sho’s arm.

 

Zashi leaned back in his chair with a grin. “I love this for you. Chaotic as hell, completely mythic, and you both look like you just fell out of an anime girls wet dream.”

 

Sho rolled his eyes. “You’re not helping.”

 

“Not trying to.” Zashi grinned wider. “But hey, it makes sense now. The first quirk set the foundation and this second one just rewrote the rules. What you’re dealing with now might be deeper than any normal quirk bond.”

 

Izuku peeked up through his lashes, voice quiet. “Do you think it’s going to keep evolving?”

 

Zashi shrugged. “No idea. But I think we’re well past the user manual stage.”

 

Sho's tail flicked, brushing Izuku’s lightly, and the red string shimmered softly between their fingers, calm, constant, alive.

 

Aizawa leaned back into the couch, his expression thoughtful but grounded.

 

Whatever this was turning into… they’d figure it out. Together.

 

Aizawa exhaled slowly, the warmth of Izuku pressed against him grounding him more than anything else could. His fingers idly traced the edge of Izuku’s ear, soft, velvety, new. His thumb brushed over the base where skin shifted into fur, watching the boy melt into his touch with a barely audible hum. The tail wrapped around Izuku’s hip twitched, lazily swaying in time with his breathing.

 

They were changing. Both of them.

 

And while Sho was still trying to wrap his head around the physical transformation, the added weight of his own tail twitching against the couch cushion, the occasional flick of one ear when Izuku shifted, what truly lingered in his chest was the evolution of their bond. The way the chain had vanished in favor of a shimmering red thread that danced between their fingers like spun silk. It wasn’t heavy like the chain. It didn’t tug or restrict.

 

It pulsed.

 

Connected them.

 

Living proof of what they were becoming.

 

He hadn't said it aloud, but it scared him. Not because he didn't want it, he did, fiercely but because it felt permanent in a way nothing ever had before. A soul level shift. And now Izuku… Izuku was one of the rare few affected by the quirk’s aphrodisiac side effect, something only triggered by soul level recognition.

 

He could feel it. Smell it. He desperately wants to taste it.

 

His fingers drifted briefly to his own neck where he could still feel the phantom press of Izuku’s teeth, small but firm, claiming. He hadn’t even realized he’d let Izuku bite him back until the fog had cleared and the bond had pulsed with something more.

 

Sho closed his eyes briefly. This is real. This is happening. And we’re not in control of it. But that wasn’t entirely true, was it?

 

He opened his eyes again, shifting slightly to glance at Zashi, who was still watching them both with an unreadable look. Thoughtful. Amused. A little awestruck, even.

 

“Alright,” Zashi finally said, stretching his legs out. “Back to the girl’s quirk. We talked about the red string and the mutation but what about the rest of the card?”

 

Sho tensed slightly.

 

Zashi’s gaze flicked to Izuku, who promptly let out a tiny squeak and buried his entire face into Sho’s chest like a kitten who’d just been caught knocking something off a shelf.

 

That was answer enough.

 

Sho sighed through his nose, arm tightening protectively around his boyfriend. “Izuku’s the one in thirty.”

 

Zashi’s brows arched. “Wait, really? The scent thing? Mmm does bunny get dripping with slick when he's desperate? God that sounds hot. Later can I taste and smell it I don't want more just to know what it's like?”

 

Sho nodded. “Yeah. Of course. He didn’t realize it. Neither did I. But when it hit…”

 

“It Hit hard?” Zashi offered.

 

Sho just nodded again, throat too tight to speak for a moment. The memory of it made his skin flush with heat, made his tail twitch.

 

Zashi whistled low. “That’s a hell of a development.”

 

“It only works with soulmates,” Sho murmured, running his hand down Izuku’s spine. “That’s what the card said. The aphrodisiac part of it. And I guess… we are.”

 

Zashi gave a slow, impressed nod. “Damn.”

 

He fell quiet for a long moment, processing. Sho could see it in the way his friend’s brows furrowed, the way his hand tapped thoughtfully on his thigh. Then he looked up.

 

“Okay,” he said slowly. “So, bonded by a chain of fate quirk. Then exposed to a child’s accidental soulmate cat mutation quirk. Developed cat traits, evolved the chain into the literal red string of fate, and triggered a one in thirty slick response with pheromone effect.”

 

He paused. “Just another quiet weekend, huh?”

 

Sho rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched. “Pretty much.”

 

Zashi leaned forward. “You two are living in a goddamn romance novel. What’s next? A child?”

 

Izuku made a noise that might have been a laugh or a cry, still curled tightly in Sho’s arms.

 

Sho turned his head and pressed a kiss to the top of Izuku’s curls.

 

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” he admitted, more to himself than anyone else. “But I don’t want it to stop, either.”

 

Zashi’s teasing expression softened. “We know, Sho. It’s written all over your face.”

 

Sho blinked, looking up.

 

“You love him,” Zashi said simply. “And you’re scared. Because this is bigger than either of you planned.”

 

Sho didn’t respond right away.

 

He looked down at the boy in his arms, Izuku, his brave, brilliant, bashful kitten and let his fingers brush across the base of the tail curled in his lap.

 

Yeah. I’m scared.

 

But I’m not backing down.

 

“I love him,” Sho said aloud. “I’d go through all of this again if it meant keeping him safe.”

 

Zashi smiled at that. Then, with a hum, he pulled out his phone and began typing something.

 

Sho narrowed his eyes slightly. “What are you doing?”

 

“Texting Nezu,” Zashi said, not looking up.

 

Sho’s stomach dropped slightly. “Why now?”

 

“Because this is officially beyond romantic. It’s medical. Quirk evolution. Possibly unprecedented. And also,” Zashi smirked, “he’s going to love this.”

 

Sho groaned softly, burying his face in Izuku’s hair.

 

Aizawa adjusted his grip on the warm body in his arms, Izuku relaxed but alert, his head tucked beneath Sho’s chin. Sho could feel every little motion through their bond, barely there but enough, the lingering ache in Izuku’s hips, the soft echo of soreness low in his back, and, underneath it all, the calm, steady hum of contentment.

 

He didn’t want to put him down.

 

Behind them, Zashi stretched and downed the last of his coffee, then looked over and gave them both a once over. Sho started to stand with izuku in his arms.

 

Sho said. “I need to check on my class. I might not be teaching today, depending on what Nezu says.”

 

“You’re really going to carry him down like that?” Zashi asked, arching a brow as he followed behind.

 

“…You’re both still shirtless,” he observed with a smirk. “Unless this is part of your dramatic new look, you might wanna throw something on before we go downstairs.”

 

Sho blinked and looked down at himself, then at the sleepy, half purring boy in his arms. Right. They’d gotten distracted by pain meds and tail petting and hadn’t even bothered.

 

“Fair,” Sho muttered.

 

“I got it,” Zashi said, already heading toward the closet. “Stay cuddled.”

 

He rifled through the clean clothes folded on the top shelf and tossed a loose black tee toward Sho, then a soft green one for Izuku. Sho caught both easily and adjusted Izuku to one arm so he could tug the shirt over his own head one handed. Then, after a brief murmur to Izuku, he gently helped the younger man into his shirt too, easing his arms through the sleeves with careful fingers.

 

Izuku squirmed a little at the stretch, but Sho steadied him with one hand on his thigh and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Almost done,” he murmured, his voice low and coaxing.

 

Once both shirts were on and Izuku’s hair was mostly untangled around the collar, Sho shifted his grip again to cradle him more comfortably. Zashi gave them a thumbs up. “Much more presentable. Less scandal, more ‘we’re exhausted but still hot.’ Let’s go. You're going to carry him?”

 

Sho glanced at him flatly. “He's sore. And quiet. I’m taking the peace where I can get it.”

 

They reached the door, and just before Zashi opened it, he hesitated, eyes flicking up to the pair of soft black ears twitching atop Sho’s head, and then to the green set nestled in Izuku’s curls.

 

“…Can I feel them?” he asked suddenly, grinning with the restrained excitement of a man trying not to wiggle like a child.

 

Sho squinted. “Seriously?”

 

“They look soft!”

 

Izuku peeked up with a sleepy smile and nodded. “Okay. Just gentle.”

 

Zashi reached out and brushed the pads of his fingers against Sho’s ears first, careful and respectful. A low rumble began in Sho’s chest before he even realized it. His body betrayed him, purring like some oversized housecat.

 

“I knew it,” Zashi whispered gleefully.

 

Sho didn’t answer, he just flicked an ear sharply in mild protest, but didn’t pull away.

 

Then Zashi turned to Izuku, fingers brushing behind his ears with equal care. Izuku let out a surprised chirp and leaned into it, tail giving a little flick as a purr of his own started.

 

Sho looked down at him, unimpressed. “You too?”

 

Izuku flushed faintly. “They’re sensitive,” he muttered.

 

“Gods,” Sho sighed. “We’re doomed.”

 

Zashi was grinning ear to ear, like he’d just discovered his new favorite toy.

 

Princess chose that moment to pad up beside them, brushing against Zashi’s leg with her thick tail and giving a polite chirp of approval. Zashi looked down and blinked. “Okay, that’s three of you purring. Is this contagious?”

 

“She likes you,” Izuku mumbled, cheeks still pink as he nestled closer to Sho’s chest.

 

“Well, clearly I’m the favorite uncle now,” Zashi said, scratching Princess behind the ears with one hand and patting Izuku’s head with the other. “Alright, let’s go make an entrance.”

 

Sho sighed again and stepped through the doorway, Zashi trailing after them. He braced himself for the chaos ahead.

 

He didn’t mind chaos. But he had a sneaking suspicion that carrying his very clearly bonded and feline featured boyfriend down in front of the rest of the class was going to set off a lot of questions he wasn’t in the mood to answer.

 

Still… his tail twitched behind him. His ears turned automatically toward Izuku at every soft sound. And Izuku’s grip around his neck tightened ever so slightly.

 

It didn’t matter what came next.

 

Sho would carry him through it.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 57: Ch.57

Aizawa descended the stairs steadily, Izuku still cradled in his arms, Zashi following just behind. The dorm’s main floor was already alive with the low hum of students getting ready, shuffling feet, murmured conversations, the clinking of dishes as breakfast wrapped up and bags were gathered.

 

They stepped into the common area and barely made it two steps before Shinso, seated near the couch, one arm lazily draped over the backrest, looked up.

 

His eyes immediately landed on Sho.

 

Then on Izuku.

 

Then on both their necks.

 

The faintest smirk tugged at the corners of Shinso’s lips, his brow arching with that quiet, all knowing sass that only someone who had lived with Aizawa for years could master.

 

Sho sighed internally. 'Don’t say it. Don’t say it..'

 

“Rough night?” Shinso drawled, the corner of his mouth twitching as he took in the flushed tips of Izuku’s ears and the healing bite mark on their necks.

 

Aizawa didn’t even dignify that with a response.

 

But the sound of his sigh must have drawn more attention, because before they could make it halfway through the room...

 

“OH MY GOD, THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

 

Mina’s voice rang out like a bomb going off.

 

The volume sliced through Sho’s skull like a razor.

 

Every head turned.

 

And then...

 

“Kitten ears?!”

 

“Wait, is that a tail?!”

 

“Look at Izuku’s..!”

 

“Sensei has fangs now???”

 

It was chaos.

 

Complete, overwhelming chaos.

 

The noise, gods, the noise, hit Aizawa’s ears like a hammer, and he visibly winced, his catlike pupils narrowing to slits as he tried not to hiss.

 

His inner voice muttered darkly, 'Why did I come downstairs. Why did I think this was a good idea. I could’ve stayed upstairs. Let Zashi deal with them.'

 

Izuku flinched in his arms, ears flattening tight against his curls, and let out the faintest distressed mewl.

 

That was enough.

 

Sho’s voice snapped through the uproar like a whip.

 

“Quiet.”

 

It wasn’t shouted. It didn’t need to be. That razor sharp tone of his command cut through everything like a blade, and within seconds the entire room dropped to near silence, students freezing mid step, mid gasp, mid whisper.

 

Even the toaster stopped mid pop.

 

Silence settled like a blanket, only disturbed by the distant hum of the air conditioning.

 

Aizawa shifted his grip on Izuku and gave the class a long, slow blink.

 

“Better,” he muttered.

 

From the other side of the room, Todoroki tilted his head slightly, his gaze thoughtful. He took a few steps closer, examining the space between Sho and Izuku with a sharp eye. His own voice was calm when he spoke, quiet but clear.

 

“The glowing chain is gone,” he observed. “It’s a red string now.”

 

A beat of stunned silence followed.

 

Then, almost comically, the entire class leaned forward in unison, trying to get a look.

 

Aizawa could feel it then, the faint pull on his finger. The red string, warm and loose, trailing between their hands and around their pinkies. It shimmered faintly, not glowing like the chain had, but undeniably visible now.

 

Not a burden.

 

Not a restraint.

 

A thread.

 

A bond.

 

The room erupted again, this time in whispers, but Sho could still hear every syllable thanks to his enhanced hearing.

 

“Red string of fate?!”

 

“That’s like… soulmate stuff!”

 

“They really are a couple???”

 

“Sensei's so whipped…”

 

Sho gritted his teeth lightly and exhaled through his nose. 'I should’ve stayed in bed. Put a pillow over my face. Pretended I was dead.'

 

But then Izuku’s arms tightened just slightly around his shoulders, his head nuzzling beneath Sho’s jaw like the softest cat. His tail flicked once, then wrapped loosely around Sho’s arm. His purring started again, quiet, but grounding. And Sho’s heart softened just a bit.

 

…Yeah. Okay. Maybe it was embarrassing.

 

But it was also kind of perfect.

 

His gaze swept across his students, all chaos and wide eyes and questions barely restrained and sighed.

 

“I’ll explain later,” he said, his voice dry.

 

He could already feel the headache forming.

 

But Izuku was warm in his arms, the string was still pulsing faintly between them, and Zashi was off to the side hiding a smile behind his hand. Sho took a step forward. His tail flicked in irritation.

 

“…And if anyone touches our ears without asking,” he added flatly, “they’re running laps until next week.”

 

The room instantly stood straighter. And Sho… kept walking.

 

Recovery girls office 

 

Aizawa sat rigid on the padded exam table, back slightly arched as if that might keep him emotionally distant from the situation. His tail was curled tightly behind him, twitching with each passing second. The new cat ears on his head flicked at every shift of movement or voice, heightening the already uncomfortable sensory experience of being under scrutiny.

 

Beside him, Izuku was curled inward, his shoulders hunched, hands in his lap, head bowed. His green ears drooped, and his tail was wrapped around one thigh like a security blanket. The bite mark on Sho’s neck still throbbed faintly where it brushed against the collar of his shirt and he could still feel the one he left of Izuku's neck, just above the curve of his collarbone.

 

Sho’s thoughts were an exhausted tangle: 'This is fine. This is not the worst day I’ve had. I’ve fought villain gangs with broken ribs. This is just a check up. A medical check up. With Nezu watching. God's help us.'

 

Recovery Girl leaned in closer with a small tut, as she tilted Izuku’s chin gently to the side. “Hmm. Love bites, definite. Clawed scratch marks, tastefully shallow. You two had yourselves quite the evening, didn’t you?”

 

Izuku made a faint, horrified squeak and instantly covered his face with both hands.

 

Aizawa sucked in a slow, bracing breath through his nose.

 

“They’re not dangerous,” she added with dry amusement. “But next time, try to keep the markings off each other’s throats. I can’t have the faculty walking around looking like they’ve been mauled by their students, no matter how consensual the mauling.”

 

“We’re dating,” Sho muttered. “He’s not, he’s not my student anymore.”

 

“Doesn’t make it less dramatic,” she replied, then prodded lightly at the sore spot behind his ear.

 

He flinched. His ears twitched.

 

“Oh, and these new additions, lovely ears and tails. Very soft. No inflammation or strange tissue growth. The changes are physical but stable.”

 

Aizawa grumbled under his breath.

 

Beside the door, Nezu made a pleased noise.

 

Sho’s stomach sank further. He didn’t even have to look.

 

“Ah, Aizawa-san. Midoriya-kun,” Nezu said pleasantly. “I just came to ensure all was well, of course.”

 

Of course.

 

Sho didn’t dignify it with a response.

 

Nezu continued, all too smug. “From what I gather from the child's file, you were exposed to the green version of the quirk. The permanent mutation, yes? Fascinating. And now the bonding quirk has visually evolved. Intriguing.”

 

“Nezu,” Sho said slowly, “If you turn this into a paper...”

 

“I already have a title in mind.”

 

Sho sighed.

 

Izuku groaned again and leaned into Sho’s side, trying to disappear into his shirt. Sho rubbed his back with one hand, soothing.

 

“It’s okay,” he murmured quietly. “Just breathe.”

 

Recovery Girl straightened and jotted down a few more notes. “Vitals look good. The quirk’s effect seems stable for now. Tails are healthy, ears are sensitive but functional. Fangs, sharp, but manageable. No sign of nerve complications. You’re both cleared for light activity.”

 

“Thank you,” Sho said tightly.

 

“And next time,” she added with a sharp look, “call me before I get notified by Nezu.”

 

“Hey now,” Nezu said, feigning offense. “I simply walked in out of scientific curiosity.”

 

Sho deadpanned, 'You walked in like a rat who knew damn well he’d catch us red eared.'

 

Recovery Girl pointed toward Izuku. “I assume those reactions came from the secondary quirk, the aphrodisiac properties?”

 

Izuku flushed a vivid red.

 

Aizawa answered for him. “Yeah. He’s the one in thirty.”

 

Recovery Girl blinked. “Soulmate activated pheromone response?”

 

“Exactly,” Sho muttered.

 

“ It says in her file that its rare,” she said, scribbling faster. “Not unheard of, but rare.  Fascinating...”

 

Izuku whimpered into Sho’s sleeve.

 

Nezu chuckled softly. “It’s all coming together quite nicely, isn’t it?”

 

Aizawa shot him a flat look. “Remind me to revoke your spare key.”

 

“Oh, you say that now,” Nezu said cheerfully, “but wait until the Department of Quirk Studies gets wind of this. You’ll want me to be the one framing the narrative.”

 

Sho resisted the urge to drop his head into his hands.

 

He felt Izuku shift beside him and tightened his grip, protective, steady. 'He’s holding it together. I can hold it together too. We’ll survive the embarrassment. Eventually.'

 

Nezu gave a little nod, then pulled out his phone and began typing something with surprising speed.

 

Sho narrowed his eyes. “Who are you texting?”

 

“Just alerting the appropriate staff that you’ll be taking a modified schedule today. And notifying my research log. And emailing Present Mic a few clarifying bullet points.”

 

Sho groaned.

 

Izuku was a warm, curled up ball of shame beside him.

 

But still, Sho leaned down and kissed the top of his head.

 

Because no matter how mortifying this was, quirk mishaps, bite marks, Nezu’s gleeful observations, Izuku was his. And that was what mattered. Even if the whole school knew it now.

 

Aizawa shifted slightly on the edge of the exam bed, exhaling through his nose as Izuku tucked himself a little closer into his side. The thread between their fingers shimmered faintly in the morning light, still there, still pulsing, still real.

 

Izuku glanced at it, then at Sho, brow drawn. “I kinda wish it wasn’t so… obvious.”

 

Sho hummed softly in agreement. “Try thinking it.”

 

He focused on the thread. Willed it to fade, to pull inward, to vanish from others view but not vanish entirely.

 

And right before his eyes, the line shimmered… then disappeared.

 

Izuku gasped softly. “ Did It work? I still see it.”

 

Sho lifted his hand and turned it slowly. “Still there.”

 

“I can’t see anything,” Recovery Girl said, squinting.

 

Nezu tilted his head, standing on tiptoe as he leaned closer. “Ahhh. So the visibility is voluntary. How interesting!”

 

Aizawa didn’t respond. His tail flicked once, betraying the stir of unease in his chest.

 

We can make it disappear. Does that mean it’s adapting even more? Becoming something new?

 

He reached over and gently brushed Izuku’s hand with his thumb. Still there. Still warm. Still tethered.

 

Izuku leaned into him and whispered, “It’s nice… not having everyone stare at it.”

 

Sho gave a small nod. “Yeah. Better this way.”

 

Nezu cleared his throat. “Now that that’s established, we’ll move on to the next phase.”

 

Aizawa didn’t bother hiding his groan.

 

Nezu grinned. “Come now, it’s necessary. First, we’ll do a light emotional and physical resonance test to determine if the bond still transmits sensory and affective data between you.”

 

“And second,” Nezu continued, tapping a clipboard, “we need to find out if the distance restriction still applies. If the three foot limitation has adapted or remained fixed.”

 

“Of course we do,” Sho muttered.

 

“We’ll use a secondary training site,” Nezu went on cheerfully, pretending not to hear. “ The site is Fifteen miles wide. If the bonds distance is looser, that will give us plenty of room to test whether it stretches, snaps or surprises us.”

 

Sho let out a low sigh, rubbing between his eyes. “When?”

 

“Now,” Nezu chirped. “I’ll have a car ready.”

 

Sho looked down at Izuku, who was still pressed into his side, cat ears twitching ever so slightly at the word test.

 

“You up for it?” he asked softly.

 

Izuku nodded. “Yeah. Let’s get this done.”

 

Sho gave his hand a squeeze. Whatever this quirk is turning into, at least we’re in it together.

 

Aizawa was already shifting to stand when Recovery Girl cleared her throat with a sharp, pointed ahem. He paused mid rise, turning just enough to glance over his shoulder at her.

 

“I haven’t run my test yet,” she reminded flatly, arms crossed over her chest, clearly unimpressed by everyone getting ahead of themselves. “It might look like you’re both functioning fine, but I still need to check how far the emotional and physical link goes now that the chain has changed.”

 

Sho sighed, but before he could sit back down, the door opened with a click and in walked Zashi, bright eyed, grinning, and holding two to go mugs of coffee like he knew exactly what kind of morning they’d had.

 

“I caught the tail end of that,” he said, handing Sho a mug. “ pun intended, I can help run the tests later, Granny. Sho still needs to go stretch his legs before he starts biting the walls.”

 

Sho took the mug easily, shooting him a flat look. “I don’t bite walls.”

 

Zashi winked. “No, but you do bite boyfriends.”

 

Sho nearly choked on his coffee, coughing into his sleeve while Izuku squeaked, his tail puffing up behind him like a startled baby kitten.

 

“Not helping,” Sho muttered, ears flicking in irritation.

 

Zashi just grinned, utterly unbothered. “Nezu said you needed the space. I’ll grab the scan data after your field trip. Go on, get.”

 

With no further protests from Recovery Girl, who muttered something about “as long as they bring back readings”...the group finally filed out, Nezu already humming as he led the way.

 

The bell had just rung as they stepped out into the hallway. A couple of students were hurrying by, likely heading to electives or lunch prep and both did a double take when they caught sight of Aizawa and Izuku walking side by side.

 

Sho didn’t miss the way their eyes darted between his face and Izuku’s, lingering too long on the cat ears flicking atop both of their heads and the matching tails swaying lazily behind them.

 

Aizawa’s own ears twitched in mild annoyance, catching whispers even as the students quickly walked past.

 

“Were those…?”

 

“Holy crap, did you see?”

 

He felt Izuku tense beside him, the boy’s tail curling tighter around his calf as his eyes dropped to the floor. Sho’s jaw flexed, the urge to growl under his breath sharp and immediate.

 

Of course they’re staring. We’re walking around like some kind of cosplay couple.

 

He sighed through his nose, forcing his expression back into neutrality. They’re just kids. Stupid, nosy kids. Still doesn’t make it less annoying.

 

He glanced down at Izuku.

 

His little love was blushing faintly, not embarrassed by him, Sho could feel that much through the residual bond but clearly uncomfortable being gawked at like an exhibit.

 

Sho’s tail lashed once behind him, then stilled.

 

He reached out instinctively and let his fingers brush Izuku’s lower back, grounding him. The contact helped both of them breathe easier, if only a little.

 

Still, Sho’s gaze dipped to the mark he’d left, and he froze.

 

It hadn’t faded. The bite had scarred, faint but visible. A perfect, precise crescent nestled into the curve of Izuku’s throat, like a brand.

 

Permanent, Sho realized, heartbeat skipping.

 

That should have concerned him.

 

Instead, heat coiled low in his stomach, spreading through his chest with a slow burn he didn’t try to name.

 

It stayed. Mine.

 

Sho looked away quickly, hiding the faint curl of satisfaction in his expression.

 

Izuku glanced up at him, catching just a flicker of the feeling through the bond. He raised a brow, cheeks pink, but didn’t say anything.

 

Sho gave him the smallest of smirks in return.

 

I get it. It’s not just the bond anymore, it’s this too. These ears. This tail. The subtle ways the quirk had reshaped them.

 

He flicked one ear backward, catching the soft rustle of fabric as Zashi caught up and leaned in between them.

 

“Well,” Zashi said, voice low and cheerful, “you two are officially the cutest illegal science experiment I’ve ever seen. I mean, look at you, matching ears, matching pouty faces. Adorable.”

 

Sho leveled a flat look at him, but Zashi just grinned wider.

 

“Don’t worry, I already texted Nezu all the cat emoji,” he added proudly.

 

Aizawa didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he tightened his arm slightly around Izuku’s waist, guiding him toward the main doors.

 

Focus. They had a training ground to test. A strange string connecting to their fingers, currently invisible to everyone but them and a quirk that seemed to be adapting more by the hour.

 

And judging by the blush creeping up Izuku’s cheeks and the way his ears flicked every time someone walked by, he was feeling every ounce of that attention.

 

Sho leaned down just enough to murmur into his hair, “Ignore them. You look good.”

 

Izuku peeked up at him, startled.

 

“You’re not just saying that?” he whispered.

 

Sho gave him a small, real smile. “I’ve got ears too, remember?”

 

Izuku’s nose crinkled at that, a quiet laugh bubbling out of him before he leaned his weight more into Sho’s side.

 

They made it outside in relative peace after that, only one more group of students whispering behind their hands as they passed. Nezu’s car was already waiting.

 

Zashi tossed a lazy salute toward the vehicle. “Dibs on shotgun. I’m not getting stuck next to Sho’s tail, he could sit on it and bite someone.”

 

“I did bite someone,” Aizawa muttered, rubbing his temple.

 

Zashi snorted. “Right. Your kitten of a soulmate.”

 

Sho ushered Izuku into the back seat first, his own tail curling protectively around his love's knee. As he slid in beside him, he gave one last glance at the building behind them, eyes narrowing slightly.

 

They can stare all they want. They’ll get bored eventually.

 

He looked at Izuku, whose fingers were now curled lightly in Sho’s sleeve, eyes tired but bright.

 

As long as you’re okay, they can say whatever they want. Sho let his eyes close for just a second. Time to see what this quirk had in store for them next.

 

Chapter 58: Ch.58

 

Aizawa exhaled slowly as he stepped into the passenger seat of the sleek black testing vehicle parked just inside the edge of the faux city. His fingers ghosted over the invisible thread tied gently to his ring finger, still there. Still pulsing faintly with Izuku’s presence. No resistance. No pull. Just… connection.

 

Nezu’s voice crackled over the walkie clipped to the dash. “Midoriya-kun is stationed at the marked entrance. Begin your run when ready. Maintain communication every half mile.”

 

Sho gave a short, flat reply. “Copy.”

 

Zashi popped into the driver’s seat beside him, practically humming with energy. “Alright, Sho Sho. Buckle in. We’re taking the scenic route through fake suburbia.”

 

Sho rolled his eyes and buckled with exaggerated slowness. “Please drive like a responsible adult for once.”

 

“Pfft. Always do.” Zashi pulled out smoothly, wheels crunching over the cobblestone-faux street.

 

The car eased forward into the quiet expanse of Ground Beta’s cityscape extension, brick storefronts, replica sidewalks, empty street lamps, and not a soul in sight. It was all designed for advanced urban combat simulations, but today… it felt like a ghost town. The kind with too much quiet.

 

Sho’s eyes flicked to the dash clock. They were keeping the car at 25 miles per hour, exactly as instructed. At that rate, they’d stretch out 5 miles in just about 12 minutes. The car was silent except for the low hum of the engine and Zashi softly tapping the steering wheel like it was a drum pad.

 

“You feel anything yet?” Zashi asked, peeking at Sho sideways.

 

Sho flexed his hand again. “No. Still nothing.”

 

“Five miles and counting,” Nezu’s voice chirped in through the walkie.

 

Sho pressed the talk button. “Still no tension on the string. No discomfort. Confirm with Izuku?”

 

There was a slight pause, and then: “Midoriya-kun reports the same. No change.”

 

Zashi whistled low. “That’s… wild. You guys were on a three foot leash yesterday. Now? You’re five miles out, and it feels like nothing.”

 

“Exactly,” Sho muttered. “It’s adapted again.”

 

He reached over to adjust the side mirror, his hand brushing past the faint outline of the string, he could still see it. But only because he allowed himself to. When he stopped focusing on it, the thread shimmered and disappeared from his sight again.

 

He thought about Izuku back at the entrance, the way his ears had flicked nervously when Sho stepped into the car. The way his tail had brushed Sho’s hand in silent goodbye, like a tether of its own.

 

He’s okay, Sho reassured himself. I’d know if he wasn’t.

 

There was little emotional bleed now, though, not like before. He could sense a faint echo, sure, but it was muted. Quiet. A whisper instead of a roar.

 

“You think this means it’s permanent now?” Zashi asked after a beat.

 

Sho didn’t answer right away.

 

“It means something,” he said eventually. “It’s not a quirk effect anymore. Not just that. It’s becoming something else.”

 

“Red string of fate,” Zashi sang under his breath, smirking.

 

Sho scowled at the windshield. “That’s a myth.”

 

“So was a vampire dragon quirk baby thing until last semester. Just sayin’.”

 

Before Sho could retort, Nezu’s voice returned. “Six miles. Still stable?”

 

Sho pressed the button again. “No change. Still no tension.”

 

“Acknowledged. Continue.”

 

They passed what looked like a fake metro station, then a replica grocery store. The streets blurred by, quiet and too clean. Sho stared out at the empty sidewalks and tried to imagine where the limit would be. Ten miles? Twenty? Infinity?

 

He flexed his fingers again. The string shimmered faintly. Still there. Still no resistance. Still Izuku. And Sho wasn’t sure if that scared him more… or comforted him.

 

The hum of the car had faded into background static in Sho’s mind. His gaze had drifted toward the passenger window, watching the scenery blur, street after street, building after building, all empty and quiet.

 

It was peaceful, almost.

 

Until it wasn’t.

 

At exactly the nine mile mark, a strange pressure crept into the back of his mind.

 

It wasn’t pain. Not even discomfort. More like an alarm bell, a whisper of something instinctual that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

 

Sho straightened slightly, one hand lifting off his lap. “Slow down.”

 

Zashi blinked at him. “Huh?”

 

“Slow down,” Sho said again, voice tighter now. “Something’s… different. I can feel it.”

 

Zashi eased off the gas immediately, the car coasting gently as Sho stared down at his hand. The thread wasn’t tugging. It didn’t hurt. But it pulsed differently now. Sharper. Louder in the back of his mind.

 

A warning.

 

Sho pressed the walkie button. “Nezu. We’re at mile nine. No physical pull, but… something’s changed. Like a signal going off in my head.”

 

There was a pause before Nezu responded, his voice crisp. “Interesting. Midoriya-kun just reported something similar, said the thread ‘buzzed’ like a static charge.”

 

So Izuku felt it too.

 

Sho stared at his hand. The invisible thread between his fingers hadn’t reappeared, but it was there. Buzzing faintly. Like a nerve trying to fire off a message from a limb too far away.

 

“Keep crawling forward,” Sho murmured. “Real slow. I want to know exactly when it changes again.”

 

Zashi nodded, keeping the car rolling at barely ten miles an hour.

 

The moment they hit mile ten, Sho’s entire body tensed.

 

It wasn’t sharp but it was undeniable. A pull.

 

Not a yank. Not painful. But it was like the air between them suddenly snapped taut.

 

Sho hissed in a breath, hand curling into a fist.

 

“There it is,” he muttered.

 

Zashi slammed the brake.

 

Both of them froze.

 

Sho grabbed the walkie. “Ten miles is the limit. We just felt a full pull. No damage, but the string does not stretch further.”

 

“Understood,” Nezu replied, and even his tone had lost its cheer. “Midoriya-kun confirmed at the same moment. You may return at your pace.”

 

Sho leaned back in the seat, exhaling hard through his nose.

 

Ten miles.

 

That was their range.

 

Not three feet anymore. Not fifty meters.

 

Ten whole miles.

 

Zashi let out a low whistle. “Guess that answers that.”

 

Sho’s mind raced as he processed it. The implications. The control. The power of it. The intimacy.

 

It’s still a bond, he thought, thumb brushing his ring finger. But now it’s evolved. It gives us freedom… with limits.

 

He felt Izuku’s presence again, muted but warm. Waiting for him. Holding the other end of the thread steady like a lighthouse calling him home.

 

“Let’s head back,” Sho said quietly. “He’s waiting.”

 

Zashi threw the car into a slow turn, the faux streets rolling by once more.

 

Sho rested his arm on the edge of the window, and let himself feel the bond stretch back toward safety.

 

Toward Izuku.

 

Toward home.

 

Sho had just started to settle again, the hum of the car lulling him into thought, when the vehicle jerked gently to the right.

 

His brow furrowed immediately. This wasn’t the way back to the entrance.

 

He turned sharply toward the driver’s seat. “Zashi. What are you doing?”

 

“Relax,” Zashi said far too casually, eyes still on the road. “I’ve got an idea. It’s a good one.”

 

“Define ‘good,’” Sho said dryly, sitting up straighter now.

 

Zashi shot him a grin through the rearview. “I’m going to drop you off somewhere completely random in the city. No warning. No pattern. You find a place to hide, any building you want.”

 

Sho narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

 

“Because,” Zashi replied, “I’m going back to pick up Izuku, and we’re gonna see if he can find you using the bond alone. Then we’ll flip it. Hide and seek, but with supernatural threads of soulmate nonsense.”

 

Sho stared at him for a long second.

 

“…That’s actually not a bad idea,” he muttered.

 

Zashi smirked. “Told you.”

 

Sho leaned back in his seat, rubbing the space between his eyebrows. 'It makes sense,' he admitted to himself. 'If the thread is still transmitting emotional and directional data, even faintly, then using it to locate one another could be vital. Especially if one of us is lost. Or captured.'

 

The very thought made his chest tighten, and he instinctively ran his thumb along the inside of his finger where the string lay hidden.

 

'If he was taken… if he was hurt again and I wasn’t near him…'

 

Sho clenched his jaw.

 

This test needed to happen.

 

No matter how much it twisted his instincts to willingly separate from Izuku again.

 

“Fine,” he said. “But I’m not making it easy.”

 

Zashi chuckled. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

 

They drove in silence after that, winding through mock intersections, past fake office buildings, down alleys that were almost too realistic. Sho’s mind ran through possibilities, mentally noting structures with multiple exits, stairwells, good cover.

 

Finally, Zashi slowed the car and pointed to a half collapsed brick building at the end of a side street.

 

“Here,” he said. “You’ve got ninety seconds once I drive off. Then I’m heading back for Izuku.”

 

Sho opened the door without another word, stepping into the city’s artificial stillness. He shut it behind him, pausing only long enough to glance up at the towering structure.

 

“Try not to make him panic,” Zashi called out.

 

Sho snorted. “Try not to run anyone over.”

 

And then he was gone. Sho cracked his knuckles, and vanished into the shadows of the training city.

 

'Let’s see what this string can really do.'

 

Aizawa crouched low behind a rusted fire escape, the crumbling brick wall at his back rough beneath his bare shoulders. The building he’d chosen was three stories tall, half collapsed in the back, and riddled with shadows even in broad daylight. Perfect cover. From his vantage point near a broken window, he could see the main street, just enough to track movement without being easily spotted.

 

He sucked gently on his stim he just pulled from his pocket, mind quiet, breath even.

 

The string was still there.

 

Still warm.

 

A quiet hum beneath his skin.

 

He didn’t know if it pulled exactly but he felt… known. Like a heartbeat in the back of his mind. Faint, but real.

 

Minutes passed. Then he heard it: the soft whir of the car engine approaching again. He didn’t move. Just watched.

 

Zashi parked. Stepped out. Said something low to Izuku, something he couldn’t hear from this far. Sho’s gaze softened as he watched his kitten take in the scene: the stillness of the street, the maze of buildings. Izuku’s ears twitched. His tail swayed with focus.

 

Then, Sho felt it.

 

That tether between them pulsed.

 

Izuku turned, immediately, in his direction.

 

Sho’s heart jumped.

 

He felt me. Felt the string. Just like that.

 

Izuku moved fast, cutting across the open lot, weaving through scaffolding. His pace was light but confident, no hesitation. He trusted the bond. Trusted Sho.

 

Sho’s chest swelled.

 

He slipped down the stairwell just in time for Izuku to come barreling through the side door, green eyes wide, curls bouncing.

 

The moment they locked eyes, Izuku sprinted.

 

Sho opened his arms just as Izuku jumped, colliding into him with a breathless laugh and a full body hug.

 

“You are here,” Izuku breathed, burying his face in Sho’s neck. “I knew it.”

 

Sho caught him easily, lifting him up slightly as he held him close. His tail curled instinctively around Izuku’s waist, protective and proud. “You found me fast.”

 

Izuku pulled back just enough to beam up at him. “The string didn’t tug exactly… but I felt you. Like your heartbeat was leading me.”

 

Sho’s fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently at a soft curl. “You tracked me with your heart, huh?”

 

Izuku giggled. “Guess so.”

 

Sho kissed his temple, feeling the residual buzz of pride in his chest.

 

He found me.

 

Not just with his eyes or ears. Not with tech or maps or logic.

 

With the bond.

 

Sho cradled him tighter for a moment, lips brushing his ear. “You did good, sunshine.”

 

“I wanted to find you fast,” Izuku mumbled, flushed with warmth. “I didn’t like not knowing where you were.”

 

“Me either,” Sho admitted. “You can try hiding next.”

 

Izuku groaned. “I knew you were gonna say that.”

 

Sho smirked and gently set him back on his feet, smoothing his shirt as he did.

 

The bond might’ve changed but it’s not weaker. Just different. And maybe even stronger where it counts. Behind them, a car horn gave a friendly honk.

 

Zashi.

 

Sho glanced at Izuku, letting his tail flick affectionately against the back of his knees. “Ready to go again?”

 

Izuku sighed dramatically, then smiled. “If I must.”

 

Sho chuckled softly.

 

'Yeah,' he thought, as they walked back toward the car, fingers brushing. 'We’ve got this.'

 

Sho slid into the passenger seat, letting the door thunk shut beside him. He was still holding Izuku’s hand when Zashi pulled something from the center console, a thick strip of black cloth. Not just a bandana. A full, padded blindfold.

 

Sho narrowed his eyes.

 

“What’s that?”

 

“Nezu’s idea,” Zashi said far too cheerfully, tossing it into Sho’s lap. “To make it fair. No peeking.”

 

Sho let out a slow sigh. “Of course it was.”

 

Still, he didn’t argue. Just shifted the stim ring to the other side of his mouth, gave Izuku’s hand one last squeeze, and reluctantly pulled the blindfold over his eyes. The weight settled heavy and warm across his face, blocking out everything.

 

He tugged at the corners to be sure. “Is it even?”

 

Zashi leaned over and tapped his fingers across Sho’s brow. “Snug. No gaps. You’re officially sightless.”

 

“Thanks.” 

 

He heard Izuku giggle quietly from outside the car. That sound, Sho could find it in a crowd. Always.

 

“I’ll see you soon,” Sho said, voice low but clear, even through the fabric.

 

“Count on it,” Izuku replied, his voice already moving away.

 

Then the door slammed shut, and Sho was engulfed in black.

 

The car rumbled to life again, tires crunching against the concrete of the training ground’s faux street. Sho sat back against the headrest, arms crossed, tail curled instinctively around his waist. Every sense heightened in the absence of sight.

 

He could feel every turn Zashi made. The sudden swerves, sharp curves, the intentional randomness. It was infuriatingly fast and annoyingly precise.

 

“Having fun?” Sho grumbled.

 

“Immensely,” Zashi said.

 

Sho sucked on his stim, jaw tight. I better not have to fight vertigo before this search even starts.

 

Time slipped weirdly without sight. He had no way of tracking it, just the echo of Zashi’s humming, the occasional jolt as they turned, and the subtle pull of the bond, still calm… still warm.

 

He wasn’t anxious.

 

Izuku was still there.

 

Still safe.

 

Still his.

 

Eventually, the car slowed.

 

Then stopped.

 

Doors opened and closed but not his. Sho heard Zashi’s voice faintly, outside this time, speaking quietly to Izuku. “Use your instincts. Pick a place you’d actually run to.”

 

There was a pause.

 

Then: “I’ll come back for Sho once you’re hidden.”

 

Sho sat perfectly still, resisting the urge to tap his fingers or shift his weight. He could feel the tension in the air not from fear, but from the anticipation of the next part of the test.

 

Now we’ll see.

 

Would he be able to find Izuku without sight? Without direction?

 

Would the string guide him?

 

He felt something spark faintly at the base of his spine. Not a pull but a knowing. A hum.

 

He exhaled quietly through his nose.

 

'Wherever you go, kitten,' Sho thought, his mind settling into a focused calm, 'I’ll find you.'

 

The car door opened again, and a breeze brushed past his face. Then Zashi’s voice beside him: “Alright, lover man. Your kitten’s on the move.”

 

The door shut, and the car began to turn around.

 

Sho adjusted the stim between his teeth and readied himself.

 

The game was on.

 

Sho felt the car ease to a full stop, the gravel crunching faintly under the tires. A moment later, fingers tugged gently at the blindfold’s knot, loosening the fabric and peeling it away from his eyes.

 

Light rushed in.

 

Sho blinked against it, the blurred outlines sharpening to reveal they were back at the cityscape entrance. Zashi stood beside him, smug as ever, dangling the blindfold like a trophy.

 

“Your turn, bloodhound.”

 

Sho rolled his eyes but smirked faintly as he climbed out. The moment his boots hit the concrete, the air shifted.

 

There, soft and distant, but unmistakable. That pull. Not sharp, not demanding. More like a whisper tugging at the edge of his consciousness. Like the string between them had turned into a compass needle pointing home.

 

He climbed back into the driver’s seat, Zashi already in the passenger side.

 

“Let me drive.”

 

“Wouldn’t dream of stopping you,” Zashi said, hands up in surrender.

 

Sho gripped the wheel and shut his eyes for a moment, centering himself. He didn’t need to see the string. He could feel it. That familiar hum just under his skin, guiding him like a heartbeat that wasn’t his own.

 

“Left,” he murmured, starting the car.

 

They wound through alleyways, around mock apartment complexes and storefronts. The string wasn’t pulling, not exactly, it was nudging. A soft pressure behind his ribs every time he turned the wrong way, a release when he corrected course.

 

Five minutes passed.

 

Then seven.

 

Sho’s heart began to pick up, not in panic, just anticipation.

 

He knew he was close.

 

A right turn brought them to a low faux residential area. Rows of imitation homes lined the street. Sho slowed the car, gaze scanning for...

 

There.

 

Through the wide window of a staged model home, nestled in a fake kitchen, sat Izuku.

 

His ears twitched before his head lifted, green eyes snapping toward the car like a beacon locking onto its lighthouse.

 

Sho barely had time to put the car in park before the front door flew open.

 

Izuku sprinted forward and leapt into his arms the moment he stepped out.

 

Sho caught him easily, staggering back half a step with the force of the impact. Izuku’s arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, legs locking around his waist. His tail curled around Sho’s thigh, and the force of his happiness hit Sho like sunlight.

 

“Found you,” Sho murmured against his neck.

 

Izuku laughed, soft and breathy, before tilting his face up for a kiss.

 

Sho gave it to him, slow, sweet, full of quiet victory and a little thrill of relief.

 

Every time, Sho thought, thumb brushing over the back of Izuku’s ear, I’ll find you. Always.

 

They pulled apart just enough to breathe, both smiling.

 

Zashi leaned out the car window, clapping slowly. “Okay, lovebirds. Cute as this is, let’s go. Nezu’s probably pacing.”

 

Sho chuckled under his breath and adjusted Izuku in his arms.

 

“Back to the entrance,” he said, lifting Izuku easily and carrying him to the car. Izuku didn’t protest, just nuzzled into Sho’s neck like the clingy kitten he was.

 

By the time they pulled up to the start of the training grounds again, Sho could already feel the lingering buzz of adrenaline fading.

 

The tests were over.

 

They had answers now.

 

But more than that, Sho had confirmation of something he already knew:

 

'No matter the distance. No matter the tricks. No matter how far we get scattered…'

 

'I’ll always come back to him.'

 

    The end

 

Notes:

I'm thinking about a part two but not till after the fics I'm starting on. It still has 2 epilogue pages.