Semi-Pro (Shota Aizawa X Reader)

Fight For Me

Dinner is... well, awkward.  Thank god for the Pussycats who keep it lively at the staff table, because the tension between you and your co-teacher is skin-crawling, even from opposite sides of the table. 

As the only female teacher visiting camp, you have a whole cabin to yourself.  It's small but quaint, and the thick quilt on your bed keeps you warm as you slip underneath, eyelids already heavy.  Before you know it you begin to drift off.

You sense a presence in your room and open your eyes in a start.  Aizawa is sitting on your bed, hovering over you.  "Tell me to leave," he whispers.

You shudder as his fingers draw across your bare shoulder.  "No."

He smirks and pulls back your blanket.  You gasp at the sudden intrusion of cold air as he envelopes your body with his. 

Aizawa is already shirtless, and you take the opportunity to run your hands down his bare chest.  His flesh is toned and warm and you travel the planes eagerly, exploring each freckle and scar and patch of dark hair.

He breathes a gentle laugh, a low, gravely timbre that you feel vibrate in his chest.  Aizawa holds your face gently with one hand, dipping his face down to meet yours...

Your vision blurs, smearing the scene in front of you like wiping a hand across paint.  Lucidity creeps in along the cracks of your mind and you curse internally. 

It's a fucking dream.

You open your eyes reluctantly, squinting in the sunlight streaming through the cabin's thin curtains.  Birds chirp cheerfully outside, but their music only makes you more grumpy as you climb into the shower. 

You've moved on from anger to acceptance by the time you make it to breakfast.  It's got to be for the best you woke up when you did.  That dream was highly inappropriate, and would only serve to distract you from what's important here- training.

Except that word now infuriatingly pulls you back to last night as Aizawa's dumbass excuse to enter your personal space and throw your whole mind into a tumbleweed.  Damn him for crossing that line, now of all times.

Training is brutal for the students today, and you feel bad but know it's necessary.  Each student is receiving personalized exercises developed for their weaknesses.  This is the most effective way for them to grow stronger.

Vlad pulls you aside for a moment during the training day.  "Nezu mentioned something about you transitioning to working with class 1-B this coming school year!"  He booms a little too loud, and you wince, making sure none of your students are nearby. 

"That's right."  You nod, trying your best not to look disappointed.  "I still have to talk to Eraser Head about logistics, but I'll get back to you when I know more."

"I look forward to it!  You're a great hero, Luminescence,  and I'd be more than glad to have your help with my class."

His praise warms your cheeks.  "Thank you, Vlad."

You're lost in thought that evening during dinner.  You know Vlad pretty well by now, and he genuinely thinks you'd be an asset to his class.  It's a stark difference to how Aizawa first reacted to you working with him.  That being said, things have gotten a lot better.  You and Aizawa are working pretty well together, both with teh students and your own training that he seems committed to.  You stop yourself from thinking about last night in the hot spring, however.  You're not equipped to think about the implications of that, not with things balancing on the edge of a knife like this.

The Pussycats are taking the students into the woods for a game, and you and Aizawa are going to work with the students who failed their final exams.  This is likely your last chance to talk, so you grab his arm gently outside the classroom.