Indecent Seduction

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Indecent Seduction
Chapter 14

"I still believe the best way for Y/N to learn how to control her quirk is by using it in a controlled environment," Aizawa started again.

However, this time, the pro-hero in front of them was finishing off her fourth glass of wine. Hizashi steadily poured more into her glass as she sighed deeply. "I don't disagree with you, but I'm worried about her well-being. It was hard for her to transfer. She lost friends and possibly her sense of worth. I've been trying to get her confidence back but..." She trails off, her mind swirling from the alcohol.

"She's a lot stronger than you think, Muri," Mic says lazily as he rests against his arm. He wanted to say more, to say how powerful and intoxicating the little vixen really was. But after learning of her past, Mic only felt more guilty thinking about her in that way. His eyes would occasionally glance toward her bedroom, and all he wanted to do was go in there and apologize for his behavior.

But what good would that do? You probably hated him now...

"I know she's strong, why else do you think I fought for her?" She slurs, her eyes growing heavy. "I just want her to be safe....and feel loved..." She trails off as she suddenly slumped forward, the tired teacher giving into the haze of alcohol.

Aizawa glanced over to Mic who could only give a shrug. "I'll take her to her room," Aizawa offers as he stands and lifts Midnight up and over his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Hizashi glanced back over in the direction of your room. Before he knew it, he was standing and walking towards your door. He couldn't explain what possessed him to open your door and sneak a glance at your sleeping form, but he couldn't help peering down at your bare face in admiration.

He snuck closer, the lamp beside you was bright enough to illuminate your face. It was the first time he was able to look at you without feeling an overwhelming sense of desire and lust. Was your quirk only active when you were awake?

He was going to take advantage of this moment by memorizing every detail of your face. From the curves of your lips to the soft hues of your skin. Your hair was sprawled out around you, framing your face like an angelic picture frame.

He wanted to reach out and touch you, but your story replayed back in his mind and he refrained from doing such a violating action.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Mic heard a voice whisper behind him, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Behind him, Aizawa stood there with his hands in his pockets, staring at you longingly.

Mic rubbed his neck nervously. "I can't explain it, man, there's just something about her I can't get out of my head. Every moment I'm awake till I go to sleep, my thoughts are consumed by her. I don't know if it's her quirk, or if my dumb ass went and started getting feelings for her."

Aizawa swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew you had slept with his best friend, but it hit differently when hearing Hizashi confess his feelings for you. Because the truth is told, Shota felt the same way.

"I feel borderline obsessed with her. Sometimes I wonder what she's doing when she's not in my sight. Has she eaten? Did she get enough sleep? Is she safe?  It's wrong. We're not supposed to be crossing these lines with her. But I can't help it. I just want her. I want to care for her," Mic admits, his fist clenching tightly at his sides.

The tired pro-hero took in his words, realizing just how similar he felt towards you. He wanted to hate you, to feel disgusted that such a human being could exist. Yet when he looked upon your peaceful sleeping face, Aizawa realized that he too cared about your well-being. He wanted to be part of your life more than being your teacher, but he knew that could never happen.