MHA/BNHA Stories.

Studies.

Art isn't mine, all credit where credit is due. Seriously, if anyone knows who made these pictures, let me know so I can give em a shout-out or something, I love the way they look so much.

"Professor Yamada is quite the catch isn't he?"

"Yeah, he's hot and cool. I wonder if he's single."

"No way, he's dating professor Aizawa."

"Really?"

"Dude, yes, don't you see the way they interact with each other?" Comments like these were something you had gotten used to. Ever since Hizashi Yamada started working at your college, he's been the talk of the town.

From his long blond hair, those dazzling greenish-yellow eyes, to his loud but friendly personality. This man was very different from the other professors. Maybe it was because of his age. Not being too much older than his students.

You sighed as the gossiping hens kept clucking, why couldn't they get the hint? Clearly, you didn't want to be part of their conversation. Getting out of your seat, you grabbed your backpack and left as the professor was coming in.

"L/n, where are you going?" No answer was given, you simply stared into those tantalizing hues before attempting to exit. A hand reached out to stop you. Looking down at those long fingers as they rested on your shoulder. Y/n couldn't help but shiver.

Pulling back quickly, and asking if you were alright, Yamada's eyes searched yours. Instantly he knew the reason for your departure. "You'll have to make up today's class, L/n." Nodding you then left.

As the day went onwards you did go to your other classes. Taking notes, when needed, listening to hours of boring lectures. You were over all of it but still had a class to make up. Checking the time, you decided now would be a good time to make up that last class.

Unfortunately, when you made it to your destination, the room was empty. Mentally kicking yourself, you sighed and headed out. Perhaps you could ask one of your friends what you had missed. While walking home, you went over the day's events. There were multiple essays due by Friday, and it was already Wednesday.

You had work on Thursday, which meant you'd need to work on those papers tonight. Getting back to your house, you were renting a room from a certain Kitty. There was a note on the table stating that she would be out for the day. Not to wait up, and please eat whatever you'd like from the fridge.

Doing just that, Y/n got a quick snack. Sat down at the table and got to work. Things were going well until you reached Hizashi's class. Then your mind started to wonder. With every stroke of your keyboard or pen, you felt yourself drifting. It didn't stop until a presence appeared behind you. Long slender fingers tapped your shoulder causing you to shiver.

Looking up, greenish-yellow pupils stared into e/c ones. "You seem distracted. Let me help you with that." Leaning in more, a natural scent teased your senses. He smelled so nice. "This isn't how you would say this sentence..."

Each word was spoken directly into your ear. Every time Yamada opened his mouth to speak it would graze your ear. Squirming a bit, s/c skin started to heat up from the close contact. "Can I sit with you?"

"Yes." Y/n barely managed to get that word out before you were moved. You were shifted around a bit, now, your back rested against Yamada's chest. His breath teased the nape of your neck.

Your breathing picked up as a hand disappeared under the table. "Touching yourself during a workgroup, how naughty. No wonder you're distracted. Here, let me help you..." Nodding your head, his hand followed yours.