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Aizawa slammed Yagi to the mat once again, but this time he loomed over the fallen hero, taunting him venomously, “Your holds are loose, your movements are predictable even when you manage not to hesitate,” the rims of Aizawa’s irises shone red, the tendrils of his hair that had managed to escape from his bun curled upwards at the ends, “so either you’ve forgotten how to fight and should be removed from the U.A. faculty,” Aizawa’s eyes narrowed into slits, “or,” he bent further down letting his sour mood twist his expression as he slowly looked Yagi up and down as though taking inventory of the other man’s body, “you’re going easy on me.”
Aizawa’s eyes snapped back to Yagi’s and for a moment All Might felt exasperated at himself for allowing himself to get into this predicament. He had gone to Aizawa to apologize for getting in the way during quirk training and for once Aizawa had let him finish talking without interrupting to tell him his apology was a waste of time. Perhaps it was Yagi’s surprise at Aizawa’s patience that had caused him to ramble unwittingly. Somewhere in his babbling he had offered to make it up to Aizawa in any way he could. Yagi wasn’t expecting Aizawa to request a sparring partner.
Yagi grabbed a fistful of Aizawa’s shirt with one hand and pressed the other against his stomach flipping him onto his back. He had managed to surprise Aizawa whose teeth rattled with the impact despite the padded mat, but they were both quickly back on their feet. Yagi smiled sheepishly, but his brow was pinched with concern, “Alright there, Eraserhead?”
Aizawa circled him slowly as Yagi stood in a relaxed, but ready stance, “You didn’t answer my question.”
Yagi’s expression morphed quickly into a much more appraising one. His raised eyebrow reminding Aizawa much more of his now retired cocky alter ego, “I thought actions spoke louder,” Toshinori stretched his arms out in front of himself flexing his fingers in and out of fists before looking up with what Aizawa might dare to describe as a shy expression.
Shouta’s eyebrows rose, “It was a cheap shot.”
“You gave me an opening.”
“Fine.” Shouta’s voice was neutral except for the tinge of smugness that seeped through. In decisive movements he peeled his shirt off and tossed it to the side of the room to prevent Yagi from using it against him again. He didn’t miss Yagi’s gaze drifting down his torso. Shouta wasn’t self conscious in the slightest, but Yagi’s eyes made him remember how many scars criss crossed his skin. A stab wound here, a bullet wound there, every hero had them, even All Might no doubt.
Yagi wasn’t looking at the scars. He caught himself eventually and focused at the task at hand as Aizawa rushed him once again and their dance began in earnest. Aizawa resisted the smirk that craved to crawl onto his face. It seemed like Yagi was finally becoming a real participant until Yagi went for a half hearted grab which Aizawa easily dodged before attempting to take out Yagi’s legs with a sweeping low kick. That Yagi managed to side step, but Aizawa took advantage of his unbalanced footing and took him down.
Aizawa’s breathing was heavier than the light sparring called for, as his fury at Yagi’s apathetic moves returned with vengeance. Yagi’s thin torso was slotted between his thighs as he straddled him. Aizawa returned the favor from earlier by grabbing Yagi by the front of his shirt lifting his thin frame off the mat. It wasn’t until he reeled his arm back fist raised that his thoughts caught up with his actions.
Yagi’s eyes widened, but his arms remained limp at his sides. He watched as something clicked in Aizawa’s eyes. Shouta’s indignace vanished and was replaced with a softness Yagi had only sparsely witnessed. He lowered his fist slowly and, instead of striking, he gently brushed his knuckles along Toshinori’s cheekbone, “You’re scared,” Aizawa’s voice was matter of fact.
Yagi let out a startled laugh and smiled widely despite being at Aizawa’s mercy in this tablo.
Aizawa repeated, “You’re scared of hurting me.”
Yagi’s smile melted into a thoughtful expression for one moment before he covered it with his typical nervousness. Reaching up to rub the back of his neck, “No, of course not- I know you can- What I mean is I respect you as a pro, Eraserhead- I apologize if-”
“Shut up.” Yagi stuttered to a stop at Aizawa’s blunt rebuff. Shouta was short with him at times, but not typically so much so. “I’m so fucking stupid.” He let go of Yagi and stood up. He started pacing away as Yagi joined him standing making a show of brushing himself off. Yagi was just about to say something when Aizawa turned back to him and spoke abruptly. “Do you know why I asked you to spar with me?”
Toshinori stilled his movements. There was something in the sharp look Aizawa gave him that told him now wasn’t the time for his typical posturing, “No,” he responded softly.
Aizawa moved to stand right in front of Yagi forcing them to look down and up respectively. “I was worried you had given up.”
Yagi tilted his head to the side. He understood the second half of that statement, but why would Aizawa worry about him. For the students’ sake perhaps.
“The way you behave, even today it seemed like you weren’t trying, but I get it now.”
The way Aizawa nodded to himself as though he had connected all the dots made anger surge deep in Yagi’s chest, but he smiled willing it to reach his darkened eyes, “Oh?”
Shouta looked up as though he just remembered the subject of his thoughts was in front of him, “You don’t know how much strength you have left now that your quirk is gone.”
Silence hung in the air. Both men sizing each other up, but this time they weren’t measuring strength. They were both trying to measure the trust between them. Yagi walked slowly to his water bottle and took a long drink. There were so many cop out answers he had on the tip of his tongue, but none that would satisfy Aizawa. He set the bottle down, idly fiddling with the lid before turning back to Aizawa. “My quirk didn’t make me you know,” he bit his tongue. Really now is the time he chose to overshare after all these years? He sighed. His irrational fantasies were probably to blame for this. He hadn’t wanted someone to see the truth of who he was for a long time.
“No I don’t know,” Aizawa said it without expectation. He looked bored as he waited for Yagi to change the subject like usual.
Shouta’s dismissive nature always managed to get under Yagi’s skin. Perhaps Yagi had never completely removed the chip off of his shoulder he had growing up, but he yearned to prove Aizawa wrong. What he didn’t realize: Shouta wanted Yagi to do that as well. “The power I had could only be controlled through training my body and mind.” The surprised expression on Aizawa’s face was enough to persuade Yagi to keep speaking even though Nana’s voice was yelling in his head to stop, that revealing yourself, being vulnerable wasn’t an option, “Even in this form I used my quirk without active thought. It’s been weeks since it left me and I still don’t know- I don’t know how much was just me.” Yagi smiled self-deprecatingly, “I suppose the sounds silly looking like-” He gestured up and down his body, “-this, but-”
Aizawa stomped up to him, closing the distance to a tiny gap once again, “It’s not ridiculous-”
“I said silly, but okay.”
“It’s not that either.” Aizawa crossed his arms letting out a huff that made his bangs flutter as he rolled his eyes, “You very easily could still throw me across the room and break my neck if you aren’t careful. Not the mention the fact you were leveling city blocks with a flick of your wrist until a couple weeks ago-”
Yagi smiled at the way Shouta was speaking, so much quicker than his usual apathetic drawl, “I did not repeatedly destroy-” Aizawa glared at him. “I kept it to a minimum,” he amended quickly.
“Uh huh,” Aizawa ribbed good naturedly, “Anyway, let's try this again.”
Yagi stepped back almost falling onto the bench, “What? Nothing changed I still don’t know if I’ll hurt you.”
Aizawa shrugged as he stepped backwards onto the mat, “So hurt me.”
Yagi frowned, his mouth looked more like a line etched into his face.
Aizawa held out his arms challenging Yagi, “What you think I’m made of glass?”
“No-”
“You think Recovery Girl isn’t powerful enough to heal me-”
“Of course not!”
“Then trust me to tell you when to stop.”
Yagi sighed looking like withered oak tree bent in the persistent wind that was Aizawa Shouta. He stepped onto the mat. It took many more attempts at letting go from Yagi and taunts from Aizawa, but finally Toshinori’s hesitation faded. Yagi hadn’t even realized it until he was on top of Aizawa pressing him into the floor with Shouta’s wrists gathered in his grasp. “Okay too tight, Yagi”
Toshinori let go immediately and lifted himself off of Aizawa who rolled from his stomach onto his back. Yagi felt frozen hovering above him on all fours, but he wasn’t ready to move. “Sorry,” he wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for the rough hold or his continued encroachment upon Aizawa’s personal space.
Aizawa looked at him with a calculating expression before propping himself up on his elbows, their faces dangerously close, “Was that so hard?”
Yagi pulled back slightly, but Aizawa just followed his movement keeping their proximity, “What?”
“Tell the truth and letting someone help?”
Yagi grimaced and looked off to the side, unable to handle the scrutiny of Aizawa’s dark eyes a moment longer, “Yes,” he huffed.
Aizawa grinned in a way that made school children terrified. It did something completely different to Yagi. He moved before he could think better of it, pressing his mouth roughly against Aizawa’s. He felt the other man gasp his lips and his sanity came rushing back. He tried to pull away, but Aizawa gripped his arm, keeping him in place long enough for Shouta to push him over and reverse their positions.
Toshinori froze completely still a blush crawling up his neck to his face, “Aizawa I- I-”
He never needed to finish the end of that sentence as Shouta’s hand came down to cover his mouth, “You stopped hesitating don’t backtrack now.” He removed his hand and lowered himself down on top of Yagi. Aizawa drew a line with the tip of his nose from Yagi’s collarbone to his jaw. Toshinori shivered, in his mind any minute the other shoe was going to drop and Aizawa would punish him for his unacceptable advance.
Aizawa pressed his lips just under Yagi’s jaw, “What are you scared of now?” his soft question still seemed loud in the quiet of the gym after hours.
“You,” Yagi’s voice felt like someone else had spoken for him.
Shouta pulled away in order to look into Toshinori’s eyes, “Can I trust you to tell me when to stop?”
Yagi swallowed before nodding. Aizawa guided Yagi’s mouth back to his. Throwing caution to the wind since he was already screwed, Yagi ran his tongue along Aizawa’s bottom lip. Their mouths opened locking together in sloppy combative kisses, each man pressing from more of the other. When Aizawa slid his hand under Yagi’s shirt, the kiss was broken by Toshinori’s gasp. Aizawa paused only to murmur into his ear, “Please, can I take this off you?”
To Yagi the sentence almost didn’t make sense. First problem someone wanting to see this body? Second problem Aizawa saying please?
Aizawa did not move his hand further without an answer, but he filled the wait by lavishing Yagi’s long neck with wet kisses, careful not to leave any marks just yet. All of this was happening much sooner than Aizawa’s grand plan of seducing Toshinori was supposed to go. He had accepted his attachment to Yagi a month ago. This was supposed to be a long process phasing out the harshness he had accidentally fallen into when he was in denial and easing in flirting over months if not years. Leave it to All Might to fuck up his well thought out plan with a moment of unpredictable courage.
“Go ahead,” Yagi’s voice was raw, but Aizawa felt a thrill go through him as their eyes met. Yagi was trusting him and that was enough to make Aizawa not give a shit that this wasn’t the appropriate time or place for this. He tried to keep his movements from seeming too eager as he leaned back onto his knees and stripped Yagi’s torso bare. He felt Yagi’s eyes on his face. “It’s okay if you want to stop, Aizawa.” Yagi propped up on his elbows. He probably would have pulled away completely if Shouta hadn’t been straddling his waist, “It’s getting late after all and we have class tomorrow, plus anyone could walk in. Perhaps we should just call it a night.”
Aizawa’s ever dry eyes prickled with moisture. Yagi was giving him out after out, but he was barely listening. His hands ran down Yagi’s chest slowly. He was torn and unused to feeling so many things at once. He was furious at everyone had allowed this mark of unimaginable pain to exist on someone so disgustingly good as Yagi, while at the same time the scar itself was a reminder that the man beneath his fingertips had saved the world probably ten times over at least. “You’re amazing,” Aizawa hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but when Toshinori pulled him down into a fiery kiss he became glad that he had.
As Aizawa’s greedy hands explored every inch of his exposed skin, Yagi dared to grip Shouta’s thighs pressing him closer. He was rewarded by Shouta rocking his hips in painfully slow motions while Aizawa’s hands found purchase in his hair pulling his head back to expose his neck more fully to Shouta’s kisses. Even in Yagi’s most whimsical fantasies he had never imagined Aizawa would respond tenfold for every touch that he gave him.
Yagi revelled in touching what for so long he had admired from afar, but as he captured Aizawa’s face between his palms and ran thumb along the cheekbone marked forever by his mistake he felt unworthy. Aizawa saw the shadow of doubt fall across his face and knew this moment was going to end if he didn’t say something, “I want you,” he blurted out before the gate to Yagi’s heart could slam closed. A lesser man would have probably would have been embarrassed, but Aizawa was wise for his age. You were lucky if you got one shot at the person you wanted, he wasn’t going to wait for a second one. “I want more of this,” not his most elegant statement, “at least,” he added.
Yagi looked completely dumbstruck as he was on the verge of trying to explain why he was the last person anyone, let alone Shouta, should want. Aizawa spoke first though, “I know you think you’ve got everyone fooled even now, but you’re actually not as talented at hiding as you think your are.”
“Glad we’ve gotten back to insults you being nice was starting to make me question your identity.”
Shouta ignored Yagi’s attempt at playing it all off, “You pretend everything is easy, but you’ve always struggled.” Yagi resisted the urge to squirm as they stared each other down. “I’m not interested in who you pretend to be; I want to be apart of the struggle. Do you want to be apart of mine too?”
Aizawa looked down at him and not even All Might could lie to him, “I do,” he stroked Aizawa’s cheek cherishing every individual moment he was allowed this joy, “Not just because you see through my bullshit.”
“Also cause I’m hot right?”
“I was going to say because your the most intelligent and secretly kind person I’ve ever met, but yes that also works.”
Aizawa felt victory coursing through his veins, “Can I come over?”
“Stay with me.”