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Aizawa x denki

Denki grabbed his school bag and made his way downstairs. He had been eagerly preparing to go meet up with Aizawa for extra tutoring.

Fortunately his teacher still had extra training during afternoons with Shinsou, which meant Denki got Aizawa's evening, alone, in the empty teachers lounge, since all the other staff will have finished their grading by then.

Looking down at his phone, Denki noted that it was 6:30 pm, meaning Aizawa was heading to the showers to clean up before tutoring, and Denki didn't memorise his teachers schedule for nothing.

He knew that the door to the teachers lounge would be open, and that Aizawa would be taking advantage of the privacy that came with the showers in the bathrooms in the teachers lounge.

So, logically speaking, Denki would make himself comfortable at Aizawa's desk. He sat down and adjusted his hoodie so the bright pink athletic running shorts that he borrowed from Mina, peaked out.

The rush of excitement he got at the thought of how his teacher would come out to see him, legs on full display, lips glossed up, and a choker that was indistinguishable from a pet collar hugging his slim neck, made Denki's stomach flutter.

The sound of the bathroom door opening and Aizawa walking out, on the other side of the room, drew Denki's attention.

The other man was using a towel to ring extra water out of his hair, and thankfully he hadn't noticed Denki yet, because his black sweater was unzipped and exposing his bare chest for Denki to see.

The tired look on Aizawa's face morphed into shock when he saw the petite blond sitting, legs crossed, elbow on the desk, head cradled in his hand, and pinky between his teeth, as he innocently slid his gaze up the man's chest, to his face, and made direct eye contact.

"Kaminari? How long have you been waiting out here?" Aizawa asked, zipping up his sweater.

"Few minutes. How was training with-"

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm not going to allow you to use idle small talk as an excuse to procrastinate our tutoring sessions?"

"6... maybe 7 times. I lost count-" Aizawa put up a hand, cutting Denki off.

"Get out your textbook and worksheets." Aizawa sat down next to Denki and pulled a hair tie out of his desk drawer and tied back his still damp hair into a bun while Denki stared at him, horrified.

"Your hair is still wet!" Denki exclaimed. "You can't tie it up when it's still wet, it'll damage your hair."

"I'm more concerned about your grades than I am about my hair, now get out your school work."

Denki nervously grumbled but did as he was told, tentatively giving worried glances to Aizawa's hair every once in a while.

They had only gotten halfway through the second problem before Aizawa let out a huff and pulled the hair tie out of his hair.

"There. I took it out, now can you please focus your eyes on the worksheet and not my hair?"

"Mmm... ye- mm no." Kaminari got up and went around the back of Aizawa's chair and started gently brushing through the dark locks with his fingers.

It didn't last long though because Aizawa gently grabbed Denki's wrists and pulled him back around, sat him in the chair, and rolled it close enough to him that Denki's knees bumped the seat of Aizawa's chair between his spread legs.

"Kaminari, I really need you to focus ok? This is important."

"But your hair-"

"No. Your school work comes first." Aizawa didn't sound angry or irritated to Denki, he looked more concerned than anything else really.