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Love.
It was such a foreign concept. No one could truly explain what it was, since everyone had their own definitions of it. However, one thing is for certain: no matter what form or kind this thing called “love” came in, Aizawa Shouta never experienced it. Never in his thirty-ish years of living had he ever been infatuated with someone.
Not that he was all that concerned. It never bothered him to even remotely try to seek someone out in a romantic way. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t experienced with the sexual side of “love”. No, he’s had plenty encounters of that kind. Though, it was mainly due to Hizashi forcing him to a club with him to help him “relax”... Blaring music and bright lights; how could that be relaxing to anyone?
Well, it helped with his human body’s more animalistic desires. But, he never felt love. Aizawa Shouta loved no one.
So, when another school year started, Shouta expected no less from it. As he walked down a hallway, ignoring Hizashi’s annoyingly loud and obnoxious talking, he looked out the window. His eyes caught a fluff of green, making him stop and focus on it in curiosity. Tired eyes widened slightly when they registered what the green fluff belonged to.
It turns out the “green fluff” was hair, and a mop of messy hair at that, attached to a baby-faced boy, who was smiling blindly brightly. Shouta had to narrow his eyes a bit at that, since the smile that child had was on comparison to the sun. Hizashi seemed to notice his friend wasn’t following him, making his way back to the black-clad hero.
“Yo, Shou-chan, whatcha lookin’ at?” The blonde asked, slinging an arm around the other’s shoulders and looking out as well. His eyes caught sight of the green-haired child, and his own smile got impossibly wider. “Oh, interested in the new kids for your course? That little one right there is Midoriya Izuku, and I heard he surprised everyone there by saving the young lady next to him by the Zero pointer!”
Oh? That caught Shouta’s attention. He only let out a gruff hum, however; never letting it slip onto his expression that he was indeed interested. He had a reputation to keep up, after all. The boy disappeared from sight, and he took that as his queue to continue walking to his classroom, Hizashi continuing his pointless conversation from earlier.
He pulled from the blonde’s grasp, glaring at him and telling him to go to his own classroom. The other pouted and called him a “meanie”, but left anyway, saying he’d meet him at lunch. Shouta sighed and entered his own class, walking up to the podium and looking around. It seems not everyone was here yet, which was fine; class hadn’t started yet.
The tired pro hero collapsed onto his chair, scratching his head and sighing as he waited for the school day to officially start. When the door slid open, his eyes traveled to meet the person who opened it, only to be slightly shocked to find it to be none other than the green fluff ball he’d seen earlier. What was his name again? Midoriya or something like that…
Before he could even finish his thought the child screamed before beaming. “I know you! You’re the underground pro hero Eraserhead!”
Shouta was stunned. Not for the fact that the boy yelled, quite loudly , mind you. Not for the fact the child knew of him - how on Earth did he know of him? A question for another time. No, neither of those mattered. What got to him was the boy’s voice itself. It was high-pitched, but not high enough to mistake him for a girl; no, nowhere near close enough for that. However, despite it being low and still containing it’s childish afflictions, Shouta wondered for a minute if that’s what angels sounded like.
The boy hurried over to him, not allowing him to collect his thoughts before throwing out another angelic smile. “I’m a huge fan!”
Something inside of the hero broke. As if a dam finally broke, a wave of emotions hit the man hard.
“Oh, I haven’t introduced myself… My name is Izuku! Midoriya Izuku!”
Izuku… The name made Shouta smile slightly, eyes gleaming with a newfound desire. A crash of possessiveness hit him like a tidal wave. He wanted him… He wanted this innocent, pure, angelic child. No… He needed him, and he was going to have him, one way or another.
It’s been a few months since Izuku’s enrollment in UA, and he couldn’t be happier! Not only was he being trained by All Might, but he was learning from some of his favorite pro heroes as well? He was sure he’d died and gone to heaven a million times over. He basically skipped back home, humming to himself along the way. However, his joy was short-lived when he heard a slight click.
The sound made the boy stop in his tracks, goosebumps prickling up his skin. It was just a click; it could’ve been anything! Someone could’ve kicked a pebble, or dropped something, or- Another click. Izuku couldn’t suppress the cold shiver that ran up his spine. Despite his wishes, he knew that sound all too well. It was the sound of a camera going off.
After the third click , he couldn’t take it anymore. He ran. He ran, and ran, and ran until he was home. Fumbling with his keys, he forced the house key into the door, opening and slamming the door quickly. He panted, clutching his chest, fear threatening to send him into a panic attack.
It was one of those times he wished his mother was home. She was out on a business trip and wouldn’t be home for at least another few months. He swallowed the lump in his throat. It was fine, he was fine… Izuku slumped to the ground, his back against the front door. It was probably nothing, just his imagination getting to him…
Oh how he wished it was just his imagination.
Another month passed and the incidents only seemed to get worse… He heard more frequent clicks , sometimes when he was at home, hanging with friends, at school… The constant soft click of a camera haunted him even in his dreams. He was getting more and more panicky each passing day. Even his friends and classmates began to notice.
“Deku-kun, are you okay?” Ochako asked one day, her eyebrows frowned in worry.
“Y-Yeah, I’m perfectly okay!” Izuku had stuttered back, waving his hands around.
By the look on her face, she clearly didn’t believe him, but her only response was, “Well, if you ever need to talk to someone, we’re all here for you.”
He was definitely not okay. The clicking followed him everywhere, and he was about to lose it. He sat, curled up on the couch, waiting for the inevitable soft yet barely audible click. At first, Izuku had tried to figure out where the sound was coming from, to hopefully stop whatever, or whoever , was making that noise. However, no matter how much or how long he searched, he could never find out where the sound was coming from. It was driving him crazy.
A knock at the door made him jump at a height Olympic high jumpers would be jealous of. Cautiously, he quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a pan - there’s no way he could ever stab someone, even if they were a potential stalker. He made his way to the front door, one slow, quiet step at a time. Izuku slowly grabbed the doorknob, and, wanting this to be over with as soon as possible, threw the door open and took a swing with his pan.
His arm was stopped mid-swing, and he slowly opened his eyes only to panic and drop the utensil altogether. Right in front of him was his homeroom teacher and admariable pro hero, Aizawa Shouta. He had almost hit his teacher with a frying pan.
“O-Oh my God, Aizawa-sensei! I-I’m so, so, so sorry!” He said, guilt choking his throat.
Aizawa stared at him with his usual blank face, letting the young man’s arm go. “Can’t say I’ve ever been assaulted with a frying pan before… Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
Izuku’s face flushed with embarrassment.
“You alright there, kid? Did something happen for you to come… Uh, armed?”
He quickly shook his head. “N-No! I just… I thought it was going to be someone else.” Aizawa raised an eyebrow, and, not wanting to continue that conversation, decided to change the subject. “S-So, Aizawa-sensei, d-didn’t you come here for something…?”
The man grunted, going along with his obvious subject change. “You left this in class.” He pulled out some homework and handed it to the green-haired child.
“Eh?” Izuku quickly grabbed them, eyes wide in surprise. “I could’ve sworn I put it in my bag… Well, th-thank you!” He smiled shyly. “Y-You could’ve given it to me earlier…”
The elder shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. “Didn’t see it till you all left.”
“O-Oh…” Was all he could reply with.
After a moment or two of silence, Aizawa cleared his throat, gaining the younger’s attention. “Hey, if something’s bothering you, you can talk to me about it… Not sure how much help I’d be, though.”
He smiled brightly, happy that his teacher cared about him. “I-It’s alright! Thank you, though. I appreciate it very much.” He bowed.
Aizawa grunted. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, he turned and left.
Izuku smiled as he closed the door and locked it. He got a surprise visit from Aizawa-sensei! For the pro hero to go out of their way just to deliver homework to one of their students… How cool! The smile remained on his face as he went on with the rest of his face, all other worries temporarily forgotten. However, as he made his way to the bathroom sink to brush his teeth for the night, he paled. Where was his toothbrush…?
A missing toothbrush was only the beginning of his worries. Soon after he began to lose more and more things. A pencil, an apple he’d taken a bite of, and he could’ve sworn he had one pair of boxers missing. This kept him up at night, not wanting to sleep for a fear of more things being stolen, or worse. Izuku didn’t want to entertain the idea of what “worse” could mean, for he felt it’d just make things worse.
He did his best not to let it show on his face, however. He didn’t want to worry his friends more than he already had. So, he kept his mouth shut and forced a smile. This night, though. This night was something he couldn’t overlook. After a particularly long training session with All Might, Izuku had left school later than usual.
Izuku didn’t mind, though. He was glad for the distraction from recent events. He’d even done a little grocery shopping before going home. However, as soon as he stood in front of his front door, everything in his hands dropped and he quickly turned away to hurl. A condom was placed over the handle. That in in-of-itself was disgusting enough. However, whoever did it couldn’t just leave it at that.
No, it wasn’t just a normal condom. The condom was used. The contents inside slathered the handle, no doubt making it sticky and slimy. The thought made Izuku throw up all over again. He hadn’t been eating much since he first found out he was being stalked, but whatever he was able to stomach was now long gone. He felt lightheaded, unable to comprehend what was going on. Why would someone to this? Why him ? He crouched down, tears pricking his eyes as panic rose in his chest.
I don’t feel safe, I don’t feel safe, I don’t feel safe, I don’t feel safe -
“Midoriya?”
The voice snapped Izuku from his thoughts as he looked up. Aizawa was standing there in front of him, staring down at him, a hint of worry in his expression.
That’s all it took to break him. He got up and tackled his teacher to the ground, bawling, clinging onto him for dear life.
“Ghh, Midoriya? Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” The worry in the elder’s voice only made him cry harder, not wanting to let go of this lifeline.
As if figuring that he wouldn’t get an answer any time soon, Aizawa awkwardly returned his hug, letting the boy cry himself out. After around an hour of silence, sans Izuku’s hiccupped sobs, the child finally sat up, allowing the one below him to do that same. The man gently pet his head, the strokes kind and warm.
“Mind telling me what happened now?”
Izuku was unable to find his voice, so all he could do was point to his front door. Aizawa followed his finger with his eyes, only to have them widen. The boy could feel pure fury coming from his teacher, and looking into his eyes revealed pure shock and rage.
“What the ever-loving hell- Who-” He turned to Izuku, only to have the other shake his head. He clicked his tongue and got up, scooping the boy in his arms, earning a yelp from the younger. “You’re staying with me until we catch this fucking creep and lock him up in the darkest, worst place imaginable he’ll wish he was in hell!”
The green-haired boy blushed, unused to this much protectiveness from someone other than his mother. However, he didn’t argue. He couldn’t imagine being at home right now anyways. It wasn’t safe. He was brought to Aizawa’s apartment, where he was greeted with the sight of two beautiful cats, who waddled up to their owner once he returned, purring happily and rubbing against his legs. Izuku chuckled to himself; who knew Eraserhead liked cats?
Aizawa plopped the boy on his bed. “Alright, I’ll get your clothes and things from your place tomorrow. For now, sleep. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
Izuku nodded, finding it hard to keep his eyes open. He curled up under the sheets, slowly drifting off to sleep.
A few weeks passed since that incident, and Izuku has found nothing had happened since. No more clicking sounds, no more missing personal items… He hadn’t felt so relaxed in such a long time! He was also finding things out about his homeroom teacher he never knew before! Turns out Aizawa hated mornings, and had no idea how to cook. Luckily for them both Izuku knew how, or they’d both be living off fast food. Nothing wrong was fast food, though! It just wasn’t healthy to eat it everyday.
He’d even gotten into the habit of making Aizawa lunches for school. It made them sound like lovers or something… Izuku blushed, chasing the thought away. That was impossible! They were both men, and not only that, they were student and teacher and Aizawa was much older than him and probably not even interested in him in that way in the slightest!
Izuku winced at that, not wanting to fully acknowledge it. He may or may not have developed a small crush on the underground hero after all their time spent together. It’s not like he could help it! Aizawa was just really cool and calm and kind and handsome… His face light up as he hid behind his hands at such embarrassing thoughts. Shoo, go away perverted thoughts!
He was walking home alone for the first time today, Aizawa having a meeting to go to. The elder really didn’t want Izuku to go alone, but the younger managed to convince him that he could go back alone just fine. However, due to these thoughts as he was walking back, he failed to notice a figure approach him from behind. As he turned a corner, he was pulled back and against a large, firm frame.
Hot breath hit his neck and he shivered in disgust, goosebumps crawling across his skin. He felt something hard press against his thighs and he began to tear up.
“I’ve seen your pictures, but you’re much cuter in person…” The person said, the voice hoarse and odd. He didn’t like it… Help…!
A hand grabbed his chest, groping and he stiffened and hitched his breath, frozen in fear.
“I’ll give you a good time, so be a good boy… Okay?” He felt something slimy and wet slide across his ear and he yelped.
Help, please! Somebody… Anybody … !
“Sen...sei…”
“Gah!” The hands restraining him loosened and Izuku made a bolt for it, running into someone in the process, who wrapped an arm around the boy protectively.
“Look what we have here… A child molester in broad daylight?”
Izuku looked up only to begin crying in relief. “Aizawa-sensei…!”
He’d never seen Aizawa look so furious before. The hero spared Izuku a glance before saying, “Home, now.”
Izuku nodded and rushed off, giving the two one last glance before disappearing from sight.
Aizawa looked down at the man on the ground, who was now restrained with Aizawa’s weapon. He kneeled down, looking the man directly in the eye before smirking.
“Seems like you did your job perfectly.”
“Y-You…” The other started, anger and fear in his voice. “You lied to me!”
“Say whatever you want. A dead man’s words mean nothing anyway.” Before the words could even register, the man’s chest was impaled with a knife, puncturing one of his lungs.
Aizawa got up and dusted himself off, grabbing his knife before walking away, leaving the man to die alone. He hurried to his apartment, where he was tackle-hugged by Izuku, who was crying once again.
“Sensei… Sensei…!” The child hiccupped, unable to get anything else out.
A cold, calculating smile crept onto the man’s lips as he led them to the couch, sitting down with Izuku in his lap. He quickly returned to his blank face, gently petting the soft, fluffy hair atop the child’s head.
“There, there, I’m here now…” He whispered quietly, calmly. “I’m sorry. I should have gone with you…”
The boy shook his head, sniffling. “I-It’s okay… I’m just glad you came before…” He trailed off, clearly not wanting to finish his sentence. He shook his head, shivering. “It felt so gross…”
“What did he do to you?” Aizawa asked gently.
“He…” Izuku began, hand instinctively going up to his ear. “H-He licked my ear…”
Aizawa growled before removing the boy’s hand from the assaulted skin and licking it himself. Izuku yelped, blushing madly. “S-Sensei?”
“Well?” He asked, a slight tease in his voice. He once again dragged his tongue across the sensitive skin. “Is this gross?”
The other quickly shook his head.
“Oh? And why not?”
The blush on the green-haired child’s face sent shivers down Aizawa’s spine. “B-Because… It’s you… ”
For all the work he’d done in preparation for this moment, Aizawa decided to milk it for what was left. “Hm? And what about me?”
If he wasn’t as good as he was on keeping a hold on his emotions, he would’ve taken the innocent child right there. Izuku made the cutest noise the hero had ever heard, sending sadistic chills up and down his back.
“Y-You…” He began, shifting, his face blushing with adorable embarrassment. “I-It’s because I… l-like you…”
Finally. Finally. The words he’d been waiting to hear for so long. Unable to hold back, he finally turned Izuku’s head towards him and crashed their lips together. He deepened the kiss when the boy gasped in shock. He just tasted so good. Using his tongue, Aizawa made a mental map of Izuku’s mouth, unable to get enough of the boy’s sickenly sweet saliva.
He only pulled back when Izuku needed more air. He could’ve gone on for much, much longer. However, it was worth it. Seeing his top student a blushing mess, face flushed with saliva dripping down his chin… Aizawa had never wanted to ravish someone so badly. He pulled Izuku’s face back, their lips a hair’s width apart.
“You know what that means, then?” Aizawa asked, staring into his student’s lust-filled eyes. “You’re mine and mine alone.”
Izuku nodded hazily. “Of course. Please, make me only yours, Sensei…”
Aizawa smiled. He was never going to let him go.
Not now. Not ever.
Aizawa was content with just pictures at first. He made sure he had all sorts of pictures of Izuku. Ones of him at home, with friends, at school… Any picture of Izuku was one to cherish. However, it seemed that Izuku caught on that he was being stalked a bit earlier than Aizawa had expected. It was clear it was affecting the boy, since he was much more jittery and shifty than usual.
So, in order not to get caught, Aizawa took less photos. However, that never stopped him from continuously stalking the boy. He couldn’t count how many times he came from just watching Izuku shower. Of course, soon pictures weren’t enough. He began to steal things from Izuku. His most prized possession were Izuku’s boxers, which he’s used to get off with multiple times.
All too soon even that wasn’t enough. He needed Izuku . So, he came up with a plan. He visited a bar where villains were known to visit, disguised of course. He couldn’t be caught, because then he wouldn’t be able to be with Izuku. He visited there often, looking for the perfect prey. There he’d found one: a small-time villain who happened to be into pedophilia.
He’d shown the villain a picture of Izuku and the two hit it off. He left that day with a smirk. He could easily blame everything on that idiot. So, he decided to do something that would break the boy and force him to rely on Aizawa. Once home, he’d taken one of the condoms he kept in a drawer and put it on.
Aizawa easily came into it, imagining Izuku’s tight hole was the one getting him off. Once he’d done that, he quickly prepared everything. Luck seemed to be on his side as he’d overheard that Izuku was training with All Might late into the day. If he weren’t the world’s number 1 hero, Aizawa would’ve killed him just for being too close to his Izuku.
So once he’d tied the condom to the handle, he quickly left, doing a quick patrol before Izuku returned home. Everything after that was just perfect timing and calculations on his part. Of course he showed Izuku sides of him others didn’t know; Izuku was special. While he calculated it, Izuku fell for him sooner than expected, which only made things easier. After a small “slip-up” about saying when Izuku would be leaving school and that he’d be alone to the villain, all he had to do was wait and the human heart would do the rest.
After killing the villain and returning home to Izuku’s adorable confession, Aizawa was finally content.
Izuku was his, and he’s never letting him go...