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After that, it was pretty easy to make Aizawa flustered. Y/N wasn't sure why he got so flustered and she had kind of expected him to be cold towards her and not really act on anything, but it seemed like she was getting to him after all. And despite her knowing that this couldn't end well, no matter what happened, she still couldn't stop. It was as if she was addicted to making him feel flustered, to mess around and see how far she could go, before he would say anything to her. And even though she knew that she should probably stop soon, she just couldn't. It was too much fun to see him completely beside himself just because of something she had said.

Sometimes she felt bad about it, of course. The poor man was probably rethinking all his life choices, wondering why he was getting so flustered over a student. Honestly, he wasn't even that much older than Y/N, so it wasn't even that weird. Still, he knew that she was a student and that this wasn't supposed to be a thing under any circumstances, yet he couldn't hide that she was getting to him. Y/N really wondered whether he was going to tell her off at some point or whether he would maybe let things go way too far. And right now she didn't even know what she was hoping for anymore. She was just dead afraid that she'd get him into trouble.

But not afraid enough to stop what she was doing. She didn't know whether other people were noticing, too. They had to. They had to notice the way he was looking at her and the way he was blushing and the way he got distracted sometimes when she was being provocative on purpose. The way he forgot what he was about to say when she looked at him a certain way. Everyone had to have noticed by now. Y/N wondered whether they were talking or speculating. If they were, they were keeping it from her. Not that she had a lot of friends in her class. The part about her having a hard time fitting in absolutely wasn't a lie. She was not fitting in.

Most people here were actually incredibly hard workers and they spent every free minute on their education. She was slacking off on purpose. She kind of admired her classmate's dedication, but of course they wouldn't waste their time hanging out with the new kid that only ever got in trouble and very obviously had a crush on the teacher. They couldn't know that this was just a part she was playing, after all. Not if she wanted to be convincing. And Y/N was almost certain that she was convincing enough. She was convincing enough for Aizawa, anyway, and that was for now all that mattered. He was the one that could expel her, after all.

Still, every day in class felt like a moral dilemma for Y/N and she almost hoped that Aizawa was going to kick her out already, because she wanted this whole thing to be over and done with, while she could talk herself out of feeling bad for everything she was doing. Especially the confusion she was sometimes seeing on Aizawa's face after she was overtly flirting with him. He was definitely questioning everything in his life right now and Y/N felt really bad about it.

But she was on a mission. There was no time for any sympathy right now. The end of the semester was getting closer and closer with each passing day and she needed to make a move on Aizawa soon or this was all for nothing and she would have embarrassed herself and lost the bet.

"Y/N, are you still with us or are you dreaming?" she suddenly heard a loud and gruff voice asking. She jumped a little in her seat and saw Aizawa looking at her sternly. Shit. He had asked her a question, hadn't he? And of course she hadn't been listening. Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

"Sorry, I was dreaming." she replied and winked a little. Aizawa sighed and shook his head, trying to hide the blush that was spreading over his face. He was doing a good job at it, but Y/N still noticed it.

"Sometimes I wonder what's going on in that head of yours. Anyway, we're moving on, we don't have forever." Aizawa said.

"Well, you're living in my head rent free, that much is clear." Y/N replied. It was pretty much an automatic reaction at this point and she hadn't intended to say it this loud, but now it was too late. Everyone was looking at her. They were probably wondering what the hell was wrong with her. Aizawa couldn't hide being flustered anymore. He was hiding his face behind his scarf, but Y/N could see that he was bright red. Normally she'd have booked this as a victory, but right now it was just embarrassing. Y/N wished she could sink into the earth and die, but that wouldn't help her situation either.

"Ahem... I have no idea what that's supposed to mean. Anyway, let's move on to the next assignment.." Aizawa said and quickly turned around to write something on the blackboard. Y/N sighed quietly and leaned back, before she noticed that there was a pair of eyes on her. She glanced to the side and noticed that one of her classmates was trying to get her attention. Y/N leaned over to see what the hell he wanted. Probably nothing good, anyway. Her classmates were all perfect students, but they also strangely enough enjoyed making fun of her when there was an opportunity. And Y/N definitely gave them enough opportunities for that.

"Are you and Aizawa... you know... having a thing or something?" he asked her. Y/N grinned and shrugged. She had no idea what to tell him. She couldn't just say yes, because that would ruin Aizawa's career once and for all and Y/N really didn't want that, because she did actually like him.

"Well... no, we're not... I mean, I wish we had a thing." she whispered back. He looked at her with an open mouth.

"Are you for real? You're into Aizawa? ... How?" he wanted to know. Y/N just shrugged once more and glanced back at Aizawa who was still writing on the blackboard. Maybe she could use this to her advantage.

"I mean, look at him. He's really young and he's really handsome. I mean... I kinda like the dark types, you know? Anyway, I know nothing can ever happen. He's my teacher after all... but I wish something could happen. He's kind of hot..." she answered in a dreamy voice. Her classmate just looked weirded out and nodded slowly, as if she had given him too much information.

"Okay... whatever you say, man..." he muttered and sat up straight again. Y/N did the same and looked up and saw Aizawa watching them intently. He did not look happy at all. Shit. He really had just caught them whispering about him, hadn't he? This was awkward as hell. Y/N wondered whether she'd finally get expelled. She really hoped that it was going to happen soon, because she couldn't keep all of this up much longer.

"Y/N, I'm going to see you after class. I need to talk to you. And you, Shizuka, why don't you explain the assignment to the rest of the class, since you already seem to know what it's about?" Aizawa said. He didn't sound flustered at all anymore, he sounded actually angry right now. And somehow that made it even hotter. Shizuka gave Y/N a glare, but she ignored it. It wasn't her fault that he had to ask her about her crush on Aizawa. He had started this whole thing.

"Can't wait to see you after class, Sho- Mr. Aizawa." Y/N answered and bit her lip, playing with her hair again. She could see Aizawa's eyes wandering over her figure, before he forcefully looked away and focussed on Shizuka next to her instead. The poor man. Y/N was really torturing him, wasn't she? She looked down at her notebook, scribbling into it, as if she was noting down the assignment. She wasn't planning on doing it anyway, but it was a good distraction.

While Shizuka struggled through explaining the assignment they had to the class again, Y/N could hear some girls behind her chuckling. They really weren't being very subtle about it. So everyone did suspect that there was something going on between Y/N and her teacher. Great. She just really hoped that it wouldn't get him into more trouble than he needed to be in. If she was the end of his career, she had no idea how she would be able to ever forgive herself.