He is mine <Aizawa Shota>

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Minata and Aizawa both were decently shit faced, and of course, Aizawa managed to out drink her.

Minata giggled, her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet. "Alright, Alright you win. I can't drink anymore, I might throw up." She paused to hiccup, which caused her to start laughing again.

Aizawa decided he liked her laugh. "That wouldn't be good, let's get you home. You remember where that is right?"

Minata struggled to remember her own name. "Uh, it's um.." Aizawa could tell that she couldn't remember at that point, so he stood up and helped her to her feet.

"Come on, let's go pay this bill, we'll go back to my place until you sober up."

Minata drunkenly clung to Aizawa's side as he helped her walk through the Resturant to the front host stand. Minata began to dig around in her purse for her money, only to be cut short by Aizawa handing the host the money for their bill.

"Hey! A deal is a deal Mr!" Minata pouted as she looked up at him.

In that moment, he realized how beautiful she truly was. Sure, he had noticed her looks before, but their talk and banter tonight made him laugh, and it had been a while since he had a genuine laugh. Her rosy cheeks, glosses over eyes, and plump lips.

Aizawa shook himself out of his daydream and helped her walk out of the Resturant and towards his house. "Shush now, don't be difficult."

Minata wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned against him with a small sigh, clearly wasted. "Suuuuurrree. Whatever you say Sir."

Aizawa wasn't going to lie when he felt her words head straight for his lower region. Snap yourself out of it Aizawa, you were her teacher for god sakes, Aizawa's consciousness began to chime in the back of his head.

The walk was short, but the scenery was beautiful. They walked over a bridge, the river was lined with Cherry blossom trees and the water full of different patterned coy fish.

"Aizawa, my feet hurt. How close are we?" She whined.

"Close, don't worry you can sit down once we get there." Aizawa smiled, trying to keep his head level.

Soon, they walked up a gravel path to a small, quaint house. Aizawa unlocked the door and pushed it open. He kicked the door closed and helped Minata over to the couch before he walked into the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

Minata had moved to lay on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. Aizawa stopped himself in the doorway at the sight of her. Eyes slightly closed, small smile formed on her lips, curves more prominent than ever.

"Uh, Minata? Water?" He asked, holding out the glass of water to her.

She jumped up and stumbled over to Aizawa to take the water from him. She gulped it down in a matter of seconds and handed him the glass.

"Aizawa..." She whimpered, hesitantly reaching out for him.

He sighed as Minata began to run her fingertips along his forearms. She glanced up at him through her eyelashes, those big, innocent, green eyes beaming at him.

In Aizawa's mind, those eyes told him a million different things, but the main one being to wreck her. He had morals, but he was drunk. He couldn't ignore the lewd thoughts rushing through his mind. All of Aizawa's ideals seemed to fly out of the window when he drank.

"Minata... come here." He whispered and she stepped closer to him. Aizawa places his hands at her hips and pressed his lips against herself gently, gauging her reaction.