Sensation

2: The Oldest Trick in the Book

It bothered you to no end how you were stuck in Aizawa's classroom, forced to listen to Denki's obnoxious humming behind you as he somehow took forever to wipe the desks and dust the shelves, and the reason why only made it worse.

Once he finished cleaning the room and was dismissed, he shot you a hauntingly adorable smile and a wave, to which you slightly raised your hand to in annoyance. You could almost see his eyes light up when you lazily waved back, almost getting a peek of under your skirt.

You couldn't help but notice how you could see his biceps through his tight uniform and wondered if he would be able to carry you around with ease. You growled in your head: it was easy for men to get inside your head without even trying, and it was beginning to get annoying. So much that you took out your sexual frustration on them whenever you had the chance. Not to mention your fairly huge ego and your undying pride, it was hard to be with a man for this sole reason.

You grumbled and took out your headphones, swinging them on and shuffled a random playlist and making patterns on your desk with your soft fingers as you waited until it was time to leave. Classical music always got your mind off of whatever you didn't want to be thinking about at that certain point in time. You unconsciously began to match the beat by tapping your nails against the desk.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, "Lacrimosa?" He asked with a straight face, much to your invisible amusement.

"Absolutely not, sir." You deadpanned and lowered the volume just a bit.

He fiddled with the papers littered over his desk, putting down his pen for the first time in a bit. "You know what we need to talk about, right?"

"...Yeah. I do. In fact, there is no reason to even talk about it." You said and slid off your earbuds.

He sighed at your stubbornness. "But it still needs to be talked about. Now, the whole process is almost complete, and I'll call you in again whenever we have more information. On the other hand.. I want you to become acquainted with some of their students."

"...Including that idiot from earlier?"

"Yes. Him too, and talk to his friends. Listen, I don't want you to be alone for the rest of your school year, L/N."

Once Aizawa allowed you to leave, he went back to his dorm building, trusting you and you stayed behind for a little while, bored and tired. Incredibly tired.

Deciding to finally leave, you held tightly onto your bag in anticipation of finally getting back to your 'friends'.. Well, It was more like the anticipation of getting back to your soft yet sturdy bed and prayed that you would be able to get back into the dorm building without being noticed. You would never hear the end of it from your classmates and a certain someone. You couldn't really decide whether you wanted to hang around in the building or go back to the dorms.

You then switched the classical music to something more.. energetic. Like, heavy metal. You began to unconsciously sway your hips to the music blaring through your headphones, which was now so loud that others would be able to hear the beat if they were anywhere near you. Fiddling with the cable of your headphones, unable to hear anything else, not even your hearing as you danced a bit in the middle of the hallway, you took a small step forwards every now and then, suddenly wanting to just hang around the building and not deal with the idiots back at the dorms.

While you had your own predicament, Denki had his. Hiding in the boys locker room, deep in thought on the ground, he groaned in slight frustration. His plan was to listen for a sound, signalling that you finally left Aizawa's classroom so that he could talk to you-

And then, he would try to woo you. Something. Anything. You peaked his interest. No girl had made him so shy before, but he had recently regained his old composure and self. He knew that once he went back to the dorms, he would be questioned about his nonexistent girlfriend, so why not talk to this cute girl he just met and take a chance?