Completed | My brother's best friend, a forbidden fling, a tropical disaster - I never imagined a perfect getaway would take such a Wilde turn. I'd planned this holiday down to the last detail: sunshine, laughter, and absolutely no encounters with the one man I can't seem to forget. Jason Wilde. My older brother's best friend, the guy I couldn't resist as a teenager-and the mistake I made again at my brother's wedding. Jason might be hockey's most notorious playboy, but I swear I won't make the same mistake a third time. Arden doesn't settle - which might explain why she's still single but she's not willing to lower her standards and those standard do not include a flirty hockey player. But when a wild boat party turns into a disaster, stranding them alone on a deserted island, her carefully drawn line in the sand begin to blur. With no way out and nowhere to run, Arden begins to wonder if finding solace in Jason's arms might not be so bad after all. But giving in means risking everything she's fought to protect-including her heart. • • • She's always been off-limits. My best friend's little sister. The one person I promised myself I'd never touch. But damn, Arden has always had a way of getting under my skin, of making me forget every rule I've ever made. It started as a one-night stand-something I never intended to repeat - not the one-night part anyway. And now, here we are, stuck in a tropical paradise together. The tension between us is undeniable, and yet she's still denying the obvious. She's worth the risk. The problem? I can't let her know just how much it hurts when she shuts me down. I'm ready to give her everything - if only she'd let me. Because when it comes to Arden, I can't stay away and I'll take anything she's willing to give me, even if it's not forever. Some lines shouldn't be crossed - and some lines are just too blurred to find the boundary.

(Y/n) is a teacher at UA, one of the most renowned high schools for those with quirks. She had been teaching there for a little over two years now, and she taught Basic Close Combat. Her quirk, sensory deprivation, was very helpful in this class. She thought she knew the staff of the school rather well, but there was a teacher or two that she hadn't met yet. She had almost an entire wing of the school to herself, apart from all the other teachers and classes, making an excellent platform for combat. But, when the students are allowed to move into the dorms built for them, the teachers are required to move into a dorm, too. The student dorms were on one side of the campus, the teachers dorms on the other. While she was sitting on the roof one night, as the other teachers were having a celebration of recovering the schools name, she was joined by a certain black haired teacher. "Hello, I don't think we've met. I'm (Y/n), the Close Combat teacher." She said, introducing herself. "Aizawa." Was all she got in response. ((Hi. Just so we are clear, I own nothing of My Hero Academia, the cover art is not my own, and I most certainly do not own you. I have not read the manga, so this is 'based' off the anime. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!))