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Your socks were quiet against the smooth tiling of the floor as you slowly tiptoed down the vacant hallways of Heights Alliance, your entire body buzzing with anticipation.
The time was currently 6:15 AM, and the sun had long since risen into the sky. Normally, you would protest to being up this early especially when you had a day off, but you knew you absolutely could not miss the opportunity that presented itself to you.
A surprise heatwave had hit Musutafu the past week, but you had no interest in making plans to go to the beach or host a barbecue or nap under the sun. No, you were pining for one thing and one thing only.
“Please be there,” you pleaded under your breath. “Please be there!”
Finally, you reached your destination: the gym. Stopping at the doors, you slowly peeked your head inside, before immediately pulling it back at once, as your heart began to race from all the excitement.
Yes! you mouthed. He’s there!
Peeking your head inside once again, you finally got a good glimpse at the target of your desires: your boyfriend, Shota Aizawa. After observing his weekly routine, you figured out that he tended to use the gym on Wednesdays. Unfortunately, prior to today, Wednesdays were the busiest day of the week for you, so you could waste no time in completing all the tasks asked of you. But now you were off, you were free to spend your Wednesday morning doing something that you really wanted to do.
Watch your boyfriend do his morning workout.
Clad in only a wifebeater and sweatpants, with his hair in a low ponytail, Aizawa was currently completing a set of pull-ups. You watched him intently, watching as his biceps bulged with each pull-up, before retracting as Aizawa pushed himself back down, watching the beads of sweat roll of his back, and drip onto the floor, listening to every subdued grunt of effort as he diligently continued his set.
You felt so naughty, peeking in on him like this, shamelessly ogling him like he was a model, but technically speaking, he was a model. Your model.
Once he was done, Aizawa jumped down, landing perfectly on the mat below him. He sauntered over to a bench, where all his belongings sat, and took out his water bottle. Putting it to his lips, he took a long swig, as you continued to watch him, taking particular pleasure in watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down (had it always been that well defined?). You managed to catch the sight of a tiny stream of water that escaped his mouth, only for it to trickle down his chin, Adam’s apple, neck and seep into his shirt.
Okay, he has to be doing that on purpose, you thought. Did he, somehow, figure out I’m here?
However, nobody could’ve even begun to have prepared you for what he did next.
Aizawa took the open water bottle and moved to hold it upside down above his head, allowing the icy liquid to douse his head and hair with water.
Your mouth fell open as you saw the clear liquid douse your boyfriend, watching, with mesmerised lust, the way the water caused Aizawa’s tank top to stick to his skin, his nipples to perk up and show through his top and his toned stomach to become more pronounced against the wet fabric.
Your breath caught in your throat at the debauched sight in front of you as your eyes began to glaze over, well and truly turned on at this point. Taking your bottom lip firmly between your teeth, you continued to watch as your boyfriend shook stray droplets of water out of his hair, before going to continue his workout.
Then you blinked.
When you next opened your eyes, Aizawa was stretching his arms. His water bottle was back on the bench it resided on before he picked it up, and it didn’t look as though he had poured any of it over his head either, which meant that what you just saw was nothing more than a figment of your horny imagination.
You sighed, chuckling quietly to yourself. It had been a while since you and Aizawa had been intimate; with the demands of being a teacher and being a Pro-Hero, especially with the second half of the year coming up, it was rare for the two of you to have a quiet moment where you could just be with each other. It was obvious that you missed him, and your mind took that fact and ran wild with it, concocting a physical representation of your desire in that brief moment.
We really need a day off, methinks, you thought.
“So how long are you planning on standing there, kitty?”
You were brought out of your thoughts by the sudden question, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who it came from. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being caught ogling your boyfriend like some hormonal teenager, hoping he didn't actually notice you standing there. Then, Aizawa then turned back to the door, a knowing smirk on his sweaty, pale face.
After another moment’s hesitation, you finally decided to show your face, slowly sliding the door fully open and entering the gym, a sheepish smile on your face.
“Hey, babe.”