"I know that you're unstable."
The wind blew his luscious black locks back, revealing his black orbs that were locked to my lips.
"But I just can't help myself..."
He gently tilted my chin up and leaned in, sealing our lips together.
"I love you...
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This Chapter is a Flashback
Soft and quiet snores came from a black-haired male. Who was now engulfed in his puffy, yellow sleeping bag? The black eye bags under his eyes indicated that he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a while. Out the window, you could view the students playing outside.
Talking to friends, basking in the sun, or just hitting up a conversation with random strangers. It wasn't a sight that fitted Aizawa's likings. He just wanted to take a long, peaceful nap. Perhaps the resting male wanted to sleep his stress away. I mean, he recently just met one of his long-lost friends, what a small world.
The classroom was empty, no one was there except the tired man himself. This was the atmosphere he wanted. The man, also known as Eraserhead. Who was lying on the floor. While his upper body was leaned onto the wall. He was comfortable even in this bizarre position. Which was shocking, to say the least, but we'll leave the man be.
The sound of yelling was heard, footsteps became louder and more definite. Like somebody was coming towards the man. But he couldn't care less. He flipped over to the side. Just as the door swung open, there stood two people in their mid-thirties.
One was a tall, slim man with long blond hair, which he wears spiked upwards in a tremendous tuft behind his head, and a tiny brown mustache. He has rectangular eyes with concentric greenish-yellow pupils, and he had a huge smile on his face.
He had a punk-styled outfit. That could be based back in the 1980s. It consists of a black jacket with a very tall collar, upturned and complete with studs, and matching black pants and knee-high boots.
He sports tan shoulder pads and a red belt and elbow pads, all studded, and black fingerless gloves. His neck is always obscured by a directional speaker. He wore a pair of headphones with the word "HAGE" written on the headband and orange-tinted shades.
Next to him, there stood a woman who was also in her mid-thirties. But you would think she is based on her looks. She was a tall, curvaceous woman with sky blue eyes, which tilted downwards in the center; framed by a set of rather long eyelashes. She had abundant spiky dark purple hair. Which was made up of layers of varying lengths, the longest ones reaching down below her waist. Her chin-length bangs were split into three sections; two swept to the sides and one over her face, going diagonally down to the left between her eyes. She also had a small beauty mark below her left eye, as well as red-painted nails.
She wore a breastless, black leather leotard-similar in style to a corset-over a thin, skin-tight white bodysuit, which accentuated her voluptuous figure. The center strip of her leotard was embellished with red gemstone-like accessories in a vertical pattern, extending from her collar to her midriff.
She also wore translucent, black, thigh-high garter stockings, which were attached to a burgundy utility belt decorated with gold studs around her hips, a matching pentagonal buckle in its center, and black knee-boots. She had a small red mask outlining her eyes and a handcuff on each wrist. She was carrying a flogger-style whip.
