My Hero Academia: Fallen Angel (Hawks Love Story)

Prologue

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Shōta Aizawa was at a hole-in-the-wall bar, drinking with Hizashi Yamada and other heroes after a successful fight against villains. Mic had cheerfully offered to buy everyone drinks, making them gladly join, though he had to drag a reluctant Eraserhead along. Now, Aizawa was drinking away at the bar, watching indifferently as everyone laughed, danced and had the time of their lives. He turned back to the bar with a sigh, downing his drink before asking for another as he thought briefly how irresponsible they were all being. One of the female heroes who had joined them went to sit next to him, cheerfully grinning at him. He wasn't sure if it was because he was drunk or just didn't care to know, but he didn't remember her hero name, much less her actual name. "Eraser, come on! You should come join the rest of us instead of just drinking alone over here!" She told him, shouting a bit over all the noise. "No thanks, I'm not social enough for this kind of scene." He grumbled, not really caring if she heard him or not.

She got the gist though and pouted at him, poking his arm playfully. "You need to learn when to live a little! You know, be spontaneous and fun!" She said him, spreading her arms out as she grinned again. He glanced at her dully, now officially black-out drunk after finishing his 5th drink, though he somehow managed to maintain his normal attitude. However, the word 'spontaneous' got in his head, and he threw all inhibitions out the window. "Alright." Aizawa agreed, making her cheer from her success. She turned confused when he took her hand and began dragging her out the bar instead of to the other heroes. "Where are we going?" She asked hesitantly, looking back as she heard the others wolf-whistle at them, Yamada cheering on Aizawa. "Somewhere that we can be spontaneous." He told her.

The heroine looked curious as they arrived at a house, though she had to catch Aizawa a few times when he stumbled on the way there. "Where are we?" She asked, and Aizawa took out a set of keys. "My house." He muttered as he fumbled with the keys. When he found the right one, he tried sticking them in the keyhole, but kept missing. "Here, let me." She said before gently taking the keys from him. She became a bit nervous as she felt Aizawa watching her, but she unlocked the door for them successfully. They both walked in and took off their shoes, and the heroine walked further into the house, looking around in interest. "You have a nice home." She complimented, but didn't hear Aizawa answer, only hearing shuffling in his direction.

"So, what did you want us to do?" She asked as she turned to him, but yelped and quickly looked away, blushing when she found him taking his shirt off, his binds and goggles already on the floor. "Wh-what are you doing?!" She exclaimed, covering her face with her hands. She peeked at him between her fingers and saw him toss his shirt on the floor, squeaking as she covered her eyes again. She heard him walk up to her, feeling him gently grab her hips and press against her from behind. She felt herself get hotter as she felt his dick harden against her, and she shivered when he breathed in her ear. "You wanted me to be spontaneous, right? Then I'll be spontaneous for you."

~the next morning~

Aizawa groaned as he woke up on his bed, his arm hurting from laying on it under his side. The light shown from his window, burning his eyes, and goosebumps ran over his body as he felt a cold breeze. He looked down and saw he was naked, and saw his underwear and pants on the floor at the foot of the bed. He got up with another groan, feeling sick as he grabbed his underwear off the floor. He quickly put it on, then raced to his toilet as he felt vomit rise up his throat. After throwing up everything in his stomach, he sighed and wiped his mouth, then heard his phone ring from his room. He got up and went to his pants, remembering his phone was in the back pocket, then answered the phone after taking it out and putting it to his ear.

"Hello?" He grumbled a bit hoarsely, then cleared his throat. "Shōta! What happened to you last night? Did you have a good time with that one girl - what was her name again?" Aizawa pushed his phone away from his ear in pain and annoyance as Yamada spoke loudly through the phone. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache from the hangover setting in. "I don't know what you're talking about. The last thing I remember was drinking at the bar, then I woke up at home." He told his friend, not bothering to mention he was naked since he didn't want to deal with the humiliation.