Mrs Aizawa (MHA Fanfiction)

4. The start

"I apologize, but I have to take this one."

Without having the time to process what's happening, his lips crash into mine. My back is pressed against the wall and his hands are on my hips, holding me against the wall. He's pushing his body against mine, trapping me inbetween the wall and him.

I'm not complaining about it. I close my eyes and kiss him back, I know that it's him. His cologne fills my nose, while his light stubble feels slightly rough against my face. God, I've missed this. Ever since our lives got busier and busier, we haven't spend much quality time together. And even though this doesn't count as quality time, it does feel like heaven.
His tongue glides over my bottom lip, asking for premission to heat this kiss even more, but I refuse. An annoyed groan leaves his throat, before he breaks the kiss to look at me. His black eyes looking deeply into my e/c ones. 

"I have some explaining to do." I tell him, but he doesn't seem to be bothered by that right now. His eyes are wandering all over my body, checking out every single inch he can see.  I roll with my eyes, before gently cupping his face with both my hands. He closes his eyes and cuddles into my touch, loving it. A little known fact about my husband is that his love language is touch and I think it's the cutest thing ever. "I'll buy us lunch, so I can explain everything. Okay?" I ask him and he hums in responce. I let go of his face.

"No..." He whines, before grabbing my hands and putting them on his face again. I can't help but chuckle at his cuteness. Maybe Nezu was right, maybe my husband does love me too much for his own good. But I love him too much for my own good as well, so I don't see the problem.

"Come on, we need to get back to work." I say, to which he opens his eyes and looks straight into mine. He pouts slightly, but let's go of my hands none the less. He takes a step back, allowing me to get out of between him and the wall. I walk past him, wanting to get back to work. The moment I walk past my husband, he slaps his hand against my ass, causing a loud slap to echo throught the halls. "Really?" I ask him.

"Sorry, had to." He grins like a little kid. "Now I'm ready to get back to work." He says, before walking past me and entering his classroom again. I shake with my head as I let out a sigh, this man is unbelievable in the best way possible.

The moment I enter the classroom, Nezu's looking at me with knowing eyes. I flash him a quick smile, making him roll with his eyes. He obviously knows that my husband kissed me in the hallways, but he doesn't seem to mind it.
My husband stands infront of his classroom, his usual neutral face on display, and clasps his hands together, grabbing everyone's attention.

"Alright. Even though mrs L/n is here to preform the annual routine check-up, that doesn't mean class is over just yet." He says and all his students sigh. "The HC plays a very big roll when it comes to becoming a Pro Hero. Without the HC, everyone could call themselves a Pro Hero, even people who aren't trained. It wouldn't be safe for civilians to attend to Hero Duties." He explains and some students nod, seeing the importance of it all.

"Maybe, mrs L/n can stay here during this class to observe. After all, she has to check if everything about UA High is up to standard." Nezu points out, winking at me without anyone else noticing. He's leaving me here on purpose. My husband stays silent, not knowing how to answer that. Luckly, his students answer for him.

"That would be so cool!" One of them yells.

"It would be very beneficial for this topic." Someone else points out.

"That would be super hot." The purple ball haired boy says.

"Hey!" My husband snaps, startling me. "We do not talk about HC employees like that. Especially not when you're talking about the woman that grants you your Hero Lisences in a couple of years." He scolds and now I understand what Nezu meant with 'a strict teacher'.
Speaking about Nezu, I don't see him anymore. He must've left when the students started agreeing to me staying here for the duration of this class. Sneaky bastard.