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The black-haired teacher walked past every desk in the classroom,” Today, I’m passing out the test from last week.” He stopped at the one and only Izuku Midoriya, also known as the problem child, to gently put down the test paper. Izuku looked down, it see a 100 with a smiley face, he looked next to it and read come see me after class in black marker.
For the rest of the class, Izuku sat nervously, wondering what his sensei needed. The bell rang, knocking Izuku back into reality. Students rushed out, all wanting to get back into their dorms. “Midoriya…” Izuku quickly got out of his seat and rushed over to his sensei’s desk. “Hai, Aizawa-sensei?” The older man sighed.”I need you to meet me in the teacher's dorm at 6:00” Izuku's eyes shifted towards the floor, with his hands covering his face, desperately trying to hide his blushing face. “Hai” Izuku bowed before leaving the room.
While rushing to the bathroom, Izuku’s face only got redder. Closing the stall door behind him, he let go of the breath he was unknowingly holding. He grabbed a fist full of his shirt, as he slid down. He was going to his sensei’s dorm…the same one he has a crush on for years. The one who he could stare at all day. The one he dreams of every night. The one he memorized.
The way the man’s messy shoulder-length hair would hover over his perfect midnight eyes. The way his baggy clothes would hang loosely around his build. The way his sexy- a knock on the door. “Is anyone there?” Remembering where he was Izuku stood and ran out of the stall.
Back at the dorm, Izuku started to change his clothes. It was already 5:45. He took a deep breath before towards the teacher’s dorm.
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Izuku knocked on the door. A deep voice yelled from the inside,” One second!” After a few, the door swung open, revealing Aizawa leaning on the doorway, in a suit that tightly hugged his body in all the right spots.
Izuku stood nervously. “Come in” Aizawa moved out of the way, showing a room with candle lit all around it. Roses showed a path that lead to a dinner table with a three-course meal. “Eat with me,” a voice said behind him. The older male pulled out a chair.
Izuku sat down. The black-haired man sat in the seat across from him.
“Sooo....” Izuku nervously moved his hands. Not sure what to do with them.
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“Wait. I thought you said that your first date was one of a kind!” The young boy pointed accusingly. The boy had green hair, that covered their black eyes. Freckles littered his face. He was only 6.
The two girls next to him only nodded. The younger had long black hair and green eyes. Her clean skin had been so clear. Could have been no older than 7.
The older one had almost white hair, with a hint of blue. Red eyes filled with innocence. She was only 12.
A man laughed heartily. “It was, Nori” He picked up the green-haired kid, sitting him on his lap.
“How?” Noir’s eyes showed nothing, but curiosity.
“I'll tell you”
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The date had been going great. Conversations flowed. When Izuku talked he felt like he had Aizawa's full attention. He didn't even care when he would sometimes ramble. Something people hated.
“Tell me more” Aizawa eyes stare into him, it felt as if he was looking at his soul.
“So then-”
“Sho!! Sho! You'll never guess what happened” The door burst open. Showing the loudest hero there was. “Why do you have candles-Wait!!”
Aizawa sighed. Of course, it was him. Although it was better than Midnight, he still thought that it could have been someone better. Maybe someone who would leave as soon as they opened the door. But sadly President Mic wasn’t the type to do it.
“What do you want?”
The hero ignored the question while adventuring deeper into the man’s dorm.
“You finally made a move, huh?” He wiped fake tears from his eyes. “Man, my boy is finally growing up!” He wrapped on arm around Shouta, before pointing towards Izuku.
“Wait. Or did the little bunny make the first move?”
Izuku’s face turned a deep red.
“So cute”
Aizawa facepalmed.
Unknown to both the hero had been texting another since the beginning. Every few seconds he would look at his phone.
“Leave”
“Nah. I think Ima stay for a while”
Hizashi had pulled his chair to the table.
“So green bean why do you like this caterpillar?” Not to be rude but Hizashi truly wondered why. Not that the man wasn’t a great person. But he had been known to be awkward and people at communication. Not a lot of people talked to him daily.
Izuku had finally found something that he could talk about, all day. Maybe even without pause, “Because he’s a great person. Amazing even. He is not the person to care about what others think about him. He does the things that he likes. He’s smart. And a little bit of a softy. But he does like to hide it.” Izuku's mouth formed a blinding smile. “Have you seen how he fights? I’m not saying that his quirk isn’t strong but it doesn’t affect him physically. Meaning that he had to work for his strength. He doesn’t even let people talk about it though. He stays in the shadows. Letting other heroes shine, even though he could probably be more popular-“
“Eeeeeeee” Two arms wrap around Izuku, holding him tight. “It’s so cute! He’s fanboying about Shouta”
After a few minutes of Struggle, the boy was able to turn around to see, who it was…
Midnight
“Nemuri, let him go” Aizawa wasn’t surprised. If Hizashi found out, of course, he would tell her.
“Why? You wanna have this little cutie all to yourself”
He didn’t answer, only glaring at her.
And Nemuri glared back.
Neither backed down.
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“I still don’t get it though…” This time it was the black-haired girl that spoke.
“What is it?” The bright green-eyed man asked.
“You said that it was fun… Uncle Hizashi and Auntie Nemuri Ruined it!” She slightly raised her voice.
“In a way it was, Ryouka” A voice came from behind the family.
The three kids jumped up,” Dad!,”
“Hey kids” He bent down one knee. Opening his arms, allowing him to hug all three at a time. A soft hand ruffled his black hair.
“Welcome home”
He only smiled, standing to kiss the younger one.
The family sat down, all of them together now.
“So how was it fun?” Nori asked, making the older greenhead laugh. Nori was always a curious kid.
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“Pay up!” Nemuri hand her hand out, letting Shouta lay down two thousand dollars. The black-haired man grumbled.
Somehow the date between the student and teacher had turned into a game night for four. They had played Connect Four, Trouble, UNO, and now Monopoly. The four learned one thing….Shouta sucked at games.
“I think that's enough for tonight” The caterpillar stood up. It could have been the fact that he was tired of losing, or because he wanted his coworkers to go away, maybe he wanted Izuku alone. Which one, he wasn’t sure. But what he did know was that each one had Nemuri and Hizashi leaving. So he was fine.
The two whine for at least five minutes straight. Shouta would never admit it but, he struggled with trying to get them out, it was a two-against-one.
“They’re finally gone…”
“Yeah”
“We should probably put the games up”
“Yeah”
The two quietly put each game into the correct box, until hands touched, when both reached for the box.
Both looked at each other at the same time. “Sorry,” They said in perfect unison.
Neither could look away. Something about the other eyes.
Mentally, Shouta was annoyed at himself. His heart was beating like a madman. He felt as if he was a teenager again.
The two didn’t realize when they both leaned forward. Or when the lips merged. Or the clicking sound of the camera, with oddly familiar squeals.
They moved on instinct. And hunger.
They were both hungry for each other. Shouta pushed the other closely. Hating the space between the two. When they finally separated, only for a moment, a string of saliva connected them both.
“Adorable!!”
“Shhh”
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“See? Even though Nemuri and Hizashi crashed it, they made it fun” The man’s smile was as blinding as it was before.
The blueish-haired girl jumped excitedly,” What happened next?”
“Eri’s right. What happened next Shouta?”
Shouta grabbed his husband’s hand, showing off the matching rings on their fourth finger. Before kissing him right on the lips. Although so many years had passed, every time they kissed it felt like their first.
His heart never stopped racing.
“Ewwww” the kids said together.
The older man laughed before answering the question from before.
“It doesn’t matter, Izuku. Because the rest is history…”