You were an old student of Aizawa's.
Let's just say..he didn't particularly like you.
You were the trouble maker of that classroom, always causing trouble and talking back at him for whatever reason.
But you had decided, why not pay him a late night visit?
You knew exactly what you wanted from him. And you were going to get it. You had Nezu let you into UA. Don't ask how.
You walked down the hallways, knowing Aizawa was going to still be in his classroom.
Room 1-A.
You honestly didn't have much hope for him to remember you. It had been around 6 years. You were now 24 years old, he was 34. You were nervous.
You put your hand up, and slowly but passively knock on the door. After a few seconds, the door opens, a pair of tired eyes locking with yours.
'Holy f-' Your eyes trail down Aizawa's physique. He was half naked. Only wearing a pair of black dress pants. Your face turns instantly red.
"Can I help you?" That deep, gruff voice of his, it made you feel things way too deep for explanations.
You smile, placing your hands behind you "sensei..it's been a while." As soon as you open your mouth. His eyes widen "Y..Y/n.." He steps aside, letting you into the room.
You step inside walking towards his desk and leaning against it. He shuts the door and locks it.
"Why are you here?" He asks, walking back to his chair and sitting on it, "well..I thought why not pay my favorite teacher a visit?" He hums, leaning back in his chair, obviously not believing a single word.
"Why so late?" He asks in a slightly more teasing tone, yet it was a 'I know what you want' kind of tone.
"Ah-" your face falls. You think and giggle nervously. "No specific reason-"
"Don't lie."
"I'm not-"
"It's been six years, and you still look at me with those same eyes." He purrs deeply, grabbing your wrist and pushing you down on your knees, right in front of his crotch.
"W..what are you talking about.."
"Don't play that game with me."
"What game-"
"The innocent student game. I saw the way you looked at me when you did all those rebellions back when you were my student. Needy, daring eyes." He reaches behind your head and grabs a clump of your hair, pulling it down so your head plops up and you face him.
"I..I don't-"
"Just look at you. That's voice. That expression. Those damn lips." He leans down, his lips nearly touching yours before whispering against your ear.
"So once again. Why are you here?"
Your jaw drops open. Looking up at him with needy eyes. "I-" you start, looking deep into his dark, tired eyes. You place your hands on your lap and look at him with needy eyes.
"I want you." Aizawa chuckles, reaching for his pants and undoing his belt.
"Take off your clothes and bend over the desk." He demands, looking down at you. You raise an eyebrow and frown.
"No-"
"Do you want it or not?"
"I.." You blush and stand up. Taking off your clothing, staying in your underwear and bending over the desk in front of him.
