Aizawa x Student Reader

Rules

(Sorry if this story sucks so far. I am writing this while high)

It's almost three in the morning and my dad still isn't home. Aizawa is still watching tv and mumbling profanities. He has peeled off part of his costume. He now clad in spandex shorts and a white tank top. Sweat makes his hair stick to his face. He pops his back and swears again.

I guess he meant it when he said that insomnia sucks. I watch as he tosses and turns. It hurts to know that I could do something to fix it. But that would inappropriate. To be that close to my teacher. To be touching him like that. Not to mention, I'm not supposed to use my quirk without permission from an adult. 

But what if I do it this one time? Would it really be so bad to help someone in need? Sure, the rules are very clear but what if? Aizawa groans and flips over. I can here him whimper and curse. "I just want to go to sleep and forget," he whines. I know why he can't get to sleep. And it isn't because of his cat. 

Ever since the USJ attack he has had terrible flashbacks and seizures. He refuses to go on patrol alone anymore. He no longer sleeps in class as often. It hurts to see him in so much pain. That's it. Fuck the rules. 

I make my way over to the couch. All I need is five minutes to get him to sleep. Don't let dad see and don't let Aizawa get suspicious. "Sensei? May I sit here?" I ask. He turns his head to scowl at me. 

"Why don't sit near my feet?" he grumbles. 

"This is always where I sit." Reluctantly, he sits up and lets me sit where his head was resting. I slide as close to him as I can without sounding alarms. I stare at the tv and relax. My hand inches toward him. All I need is to make contact with his skin. My finger is a breath away from his wrist. 

"Use your quirk on me and I will end you," he murmurs. His head in leaned back and his adam's apple is highly prominent. Shit, that's hot. No. What? Gross. Be cool. Just touch his wrist and make him go to sleep. So simple. 

Four seconds later...

My hand is around his throat and my legs are wrapped his waist. Aizawa's back is pressed against my chest. I lean against the arm rest as he struggles to get free. I can tell my quirk is working. He begins to lose strength. "I hate you," he  mumbles, "thank you." With those words, he falls asleep. Now that his body is relaxed, I realize just how heavy he is. I am pinned. 

If I move, I will wake him up. I sigh and shuffle to get comfortable. I move the hair from Aizawa's face. His hair is surprisingly soft. I run my finger's through it, I quite enjoy the sensation. Aizawa hums in his sleep and lets out a contented sigh. I freeze. I don't want to wake him. I lean my head on the couch. I might as well get some sleep, too.