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The staffroom was silent save the shuffle of coats as the two men readied themselves to leave. Reflections of the harshly lit classroom obscured the view of the snow falling thick and steady outside the windows. Yamada watched fondly as Aizawa tugged a hat over his dark hair, hooded eyes glancing upwards. Caught, Yamada looked away quickly, slipping his own arms into leather sleeves.
“Are you ready to go?” Aizawa asked, voice muffled through his scarf.
“I think so. Nobody will mind if we leave the Christmas decorations up over break, will they?”
“Yagi would leave them up all year, if given his way.”
Yamada huffed out a laugh “Let’s go, then.”
The two wound their way towards the hallway, the silence a stark contrast to the excited chatter of students as they made their way home for the winter break, only hours before. The echoes of shoes squeaking on the polished floor had long faded, leaving the school purposeless, almost lonely. Aizawa stepped into the hallway first, leaning against the doorframe to wait for Yamada as he clicked off the light and fumbled for the keys. As he pulled the door closed a rustling from above drew his attention. Hanging innocuously above them was a sprig of mistletoe.
Yamada exhaled. “Oh.”
“Oh...? Oh.” Aizawa sighed. “I had forgotten.”
The teachers had been religiously avoiding the staffroom doorway; it had become customary to announce their presence before they entered in case of any unsuspecting staff coming in the other direction. Nemuri refused to take it down, and had practically nailed it into the doorway, looking up with narrowed eyes every time somebody rose to leave. Only Thirteen had been caught so far, their helmet blocking their peripherals as they walked straight into Blood King. Thankfully Nemuri conceded to allow a kiss to the visor, so they had escaped without incident.
“It’s a ridiculous tradition.”
Yamada forced a laugh. “You’re right. We’re lucky Nemuri isn’t here. She’d never let us escape...” His gaze lingered on Aizawa’s mouth for longer than strictly necessary, he felt himself flush a little before looking up.
Dark eyes met green ones, and Yamada startled, eyes widening in panic. Aizawa’s stare was intense even without his quirk, and he could feel the heat spreading to his ears. Yamada cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away and frowning down at the keys. “Gimme a sec, I’m just trying to find the right one, it’s been a while since I’ve locked up!” His fingers fumbled with each key, still feeling Aizawa’s eyes on him.
“It’s that one.” Gesturing towards the key as he took a step forward into the other mans space. Yamada jumped, flailing to try and catch the keys and narrowly avoiding smacking Aizawa in the jaw.
“Hizashi! What the hell?! You’re acting really strangely.” Aizawa crowded closer to his face and narrowed his eyes. “Are you sick? You’re clearly...unfocused, and your face is pretty flushed.” Not waiting for a response, Aizawa made to press his hand to Yamada’s forehead, but the other man caught his wrist mid-air, a still silence settling between them.
“I...” Yamada dropped his hand and turned his face away, cheeks still burning.
Aizawa brought his hand to rest on Yamada’s forearm tentatively, his dark eyes looking up. “Hizashi, what’s going on?”
“Nothing! Nothing’s going on! It’s just- y’know, end of year stress or something!”
Aizawa hummed, eyeing him steadily. “I’ve known you for 15 years, I hate to say this, but I’m really not buying it.”
Hizashi exhaled shakily, raising his eyes to meet Aizawa’s, his eyebrows knitted and lips pressed together in a nervous expression. He subconsciously leaned a little into the hand on his arm, the solid warmth a comforting pressure.
Aizawa’s face softened as he spoke. “I know I can be pretty dense, but you’re giving me some...pretty big signals here, and I don’t know if I’m reading them right but...” He leaned a little closer, his breath puffing warmly in the narrow space between them. “Am I somewhere along the right track?” He was speaking in lower tones now, a shiver running through Yamada at the rumble of his voice. Yamada raised his hand, cupping the other mans cheek with a kind of reverence, delicate fingers tracing paths over the sharp angle of his jaw. His thumb brushed towards Aizawa’s mouth, gently resting on his lower lip as his mouth parted with a soft sigh.
Yamada’s eyes flitted back and forth, searching Aizawa’s face, taking in the light pink settling over his cheeks and his half lidded eyes. “C-can I...would you mind if I-” Not giving him a chance to finish, strong fingers grabbed at leather sleeves and pulled the taller man down, closing the space between them.
Dry lips moved against his own, pressing hard and insistent and kickstarting Yamada’s brain into action. Pulling away for a moment and wetting his lips with a swipe of his tongue, he pushed back into Aizawa’s with a soft whimper. Leather creaked under Aizawa’s fingers as he grasped at Yamada’s waist, spreading his palms and pulling the other man flush against him. Mouths moving more smoothly now, lips spit slicked and breaths coming faster as they pulled back for air before meeting in the middle once again.
Yamada raised a hand to tangle in the others dark hair as his tongue quested forward, tentatively deepening the kiss. Aizawa panted hotly “H-Hizashi...God” and tilted his head to better the angle, “You taste-” he slid his tongue to meet Yamadas “so good”. He gripped the lapels of Yamada’s jacket and pressed the other man firmly into the doorframe, hearing a muffled “Mmph” from Yamada, the sound vibrating against his lips.
One of Aizawa’s hands traced over Yamada’s neck, pushing the blonde hair to the side before pulling from his mouth with a wet noise, trailing open mouthed kisses towards his ear. The other hand crept under the hem of the leather coat to brush lightly at the soft skin underneath. Yamada’s mouth fell open with a gasp as Aizawa nipped and sucked on his earlobe, the lewd sounds sending shivers through his body. It was so much, almost too much, Aizawa’s palm now sliding over his lower back and mouth nipping down towards his collarbone. Yamada’s eyes widened, darting down the hallway in a brief moment of clarity “A-ah- ShoutaAAhhh we need to- AH!” He disentangled his hands from Aizawa’s hair as the other man sucked harder into his neck and slipped a thigh between his legs. Bucking slightly, Yamada whined before dragging his hands to Aizawa’s chest and pushing lightly. “Shouta! W-we need to stop! There are cameras! And what if a student comes back!?”
Aizawa blinked once, twice, coming back to his senses, taking in Yamada’s kiss swollen lips and dishevelled hair. He reached forward and tucked a strand back into place, brushing against his flushed cheek and pausing to cup his face. He cleared his throat roughly and looked away, abashed “I got carried away...I’m sorry.”
Yamada babbled “No! Don’t apologise! It was great, it was amazing! I just, y’know, think maybe we should...take it slower?” He flushed even more, if possible. Wringing his hands and floundering for words “I mean, if this is...a thing you’d even want to do again? Maybe that was presumptuous I-” Aizawa shut him off with a firm press of lips.
Yamada exhaled, drawing back and speaking quietly against Aizawa's mouth.
“Spend Christmas with me?”