My Hero Academia: Aspirations

Chapter 53

Aspirations
Chapter 53

You could feel the warmth of another body behind you. Their kisses warmed your neck as you felt their hands skim your sides. Goosebumps rose to the surface when he lazily scraped their fingernails against you. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt them grip your breasts, massaging the nipple until you couldn't help but to roll your hips and try to turn over. The moment you tried to take control of the situation though, you felt them pushing you onto your belly. He pulled your hips up and you helped by sliding your knees underneath you. And then as he pushed into you, filling you...he was gone.

You stared out at your wall as a sound you suddenly hated filled your ears. Was it possible to kill an alarm clock? Maybe back when the rooster was the one setting the standard but it seemed impossible now. Alarm clocks weren't alive. They didn't have a soul to put the fear of god into when they woke you up before you were ready. With a very reluctant body as you woke up, you grumbled that alarm clocks had sold their soul already. And that's why they didn't seem to care that you were tired.

Removing the covers as you sat up also made you seriously consider calling in sick. The air against your flushed skin was an unwelcome sensation. It intensified the dizzy feeling surging through your body. With great reticence you forced yourself to your toilet so that you could begin your morning routine. Said routine came to a halt when you went to your washroom to brush your teeth.

Aizawa was passed-out on the floor. The still damp floor.

"...what...the...?" You tried to understand what was going on.

You barely registered what you were doing as you bent down. Something told you that he wasn't okay beyond the fact that he was effectively sleeping in the shower. You reached down to feel his forehead with the back of your hand. Considering that you personally felt flush yourself, Aizawa was burning up.

"Shit," you cursed as you pulled back, sluggishly trying to plan the best course of action.

You don't need to sit around and wait for permission little Angel.

Gently you woke him up. Or at least you tried to do it gently at first. Aizawa roused after the first couple of shakes. His lips parted slightly and brows creased in confusion.

"You're burning up," you told him directly. "You need to get to bed and take some medicine."

He started to shake his head as he stood up, barely able to stay upright by the looks of it. That stubborn man. You stood in front of him as he started to walk out the door, crossing your arms.

"No. Go lay down."

"I have a class to teach," was his rebuttal.

"Look, I feel like I have a fever and you feel hotter than that. Go lay down."

"Not here."

Strangely that hurt. What was wrong with your room that he didn't want to go lay down?

"The teacher's dorms are too far away. If you stress yourself, you could collapse," you tried to reason with him as you tried to push back the hurt feelings. "Give me a couple minutes to get dressed and I'll walk with you."

The cold air might do you some good. Though the way Aizawa looked you up and down as though realizing you were still in your pajamas didn't help. Nor did the way he swore under his breath. He hissed and took a faltering step away from you.

"What's wro—"

Before you had a chance to finish that question, you realized what was possibly wrong. His pants hadn't been done up when he'd exhaustedly stood up. They had somehow resisted gravity until the growing, prominent bulge in his underwear seemed to push them down.