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Everything was yellow (not everything actually) but they were drenched in the yellowy sunlight hue which gave the classroom of class 1-A the color yellow and painted every student in it with a mustardy shade. And they looked breathtaking, if midnight was here she would be screaming youth and innocence in the students face. And she would be right.
Just standing beside the whiteboard and waiting for those little pretty things to finish writing a sentence in English to read it out loud for the class and for me to either correct or applaud, the usual in this English period for the day.
but it was too quiet for my liking. sure maybe it's my fault for bringing in a Shakespeare quote when it wasn’t even a part of the curriculum set by the school. telling them to decode it into its true and full meaning which is proven to be a hard task since a top student like Yaoyorozu and Bakugou were still scratching their heads (and the sounds of pens scraping their paper vigorously was anything to go by) but either way it gave me some sweet time to observe all of them while they were both confused and distracted (not to creepily stare or anything!)
It's fascinating how their uniquely colored eyes pierce the papers in their hands for answers, how a number of them start biting the end of their pen subconsciously, and how some of them who lost hope were covertly and innocently peaking around their seatmates to look into their papers.
Seriously how lucky is Aizawa to have them as his students! It must be nice to have little naive adolescents come after you for help. If it were me who was their homeroom teacher I wouldn’t even wait for them to come up at me and ask for help or advise, I’ll just burst into their rooms and take away all their worries either by hugging them or whispering sweet nothings into their adorable little ears and they’d have no choice but to listen to me.
You might start to think I’m a pedophile but I’m not! I'm really not! I'm different (maybe not so much) but I’m still different in other ways! I don’t always think of their bodies or anything like that! Though sometimes it does come up. But nothing nasty like biting them or making them scream my name or whatever! It's just having my lips on their plump ones or wrapping my arms all-around their bodies but nothing beyond that! Sure the thought of having an underage in my bed naked waiting and begging for me to pleasure them isn’t so bad but it's not at the top of my list.
Unexpectedly (and abruptly) the bell rang the end of the period and the start of another (or was it the start of the lunchtime?) I got my back off the board and in a loud and booming voice.
"You're all dismissed and I better see those paper filled with words next time I see ya, understood?!" I made a half-hearted evil laugh to get their frowning lips to at least twitch a little bit to the sky and it worked marvelously with (almost) everyone.
And then here I find myself in the teacher's lounge room sitting in my chair looking around to see most of the UA teacher staff either having a cup of coffee or on their desk tapping away on their keyboard like its nobody’s business. It awful in here (though it has been like this for some years now. But I couldn’t help but notice it now more than ever) how all of these people who once where teenagers full of enthusiasm and innocence were now just walking and eating, and pooping men and women. Who don’t have that same spark in their eyes like the ones I just saw in my lessons with class 1-A. and the allure of their untouched bodies which are still unaware of intense pleasure and high ecstasy of sex (its not like it matters but its just a thought ok?) these old men and women who don’t find a lot of things funny anymore (like you seriously have to search ‘jokes for adults’! And most of them are hinting on sex!) It's just awful being an adult who’s surrounded by more adults but is lackluster. But it's a different story when your an adult who’s surrounded by adolescents and nymphets who you can adore and admire either from afar or close by because they won’t mind (they even like the attention it brings!)
But soon all might speaks up and tells everyone that lunch rush made special lunch for the faculty members and teachers. Just like that the room's mood lifted and soon chatter and movements followed as everyone left to give their stomach special treatment after a day of hard work and filling and grading papers all day. But I stayed behind yelling at them to save me some or I’ll bust their ears off and midnight agreed while others ignored me (its all right I’ll make sure to annoy them when I get the chance) but as soon as they left and closed the door behind just by minutes someone else entered the lounge room making their way towards my desk. I lift my head to see who welcomed themselves in but I was rendered speechless.
Standing there right in front of me was the todoroki shouto, with his short-sleeve white shirt on without the Buffy coats that everyone wears, his neat red tie resting on his collar loosely, right hand hiding in his pocket while the other held a sheet of paper, the right half of his face was highlighted in a bright mustard tone from the sunlight that was peaking through the striped curtains of the lounge room which made his one grey colored orb into a golden honey, and his eyes were daggers pointing towards me. that's when I realized that he came to talk to me and hand me a paper and all I was doing was indulgently and shamefully staring at him.
"Hey…! Kiddo! What brings ya here? Isn’t it lunch break right now?" I broke the silence between us with an embarrassing and inane remark.
"I came to hand you the paper from today’s lesson," Todoroki stated, his stare not wavering in the slightest.
"What? But everyone hasn’t finished it when I was there. Why didn’t you tell me before?" I asked confused.
"I…" todoroki started but dragged the answer out longer than necessary and so unlike him, he bit his pinkish bottom lips and averted his eyes to the floor.
"I was sleeping." He finally said still looking away.
I couldn’t help but laugh at Todoroki’s adorable little confession and the fact that he won’t look at me in the eyes but would rather keep staring at the floor like its suddenly far more interesting than me (kinda made me jealous from the floor)
"How didn’t I notice you at all?" I asked still laughing but I wasn’t expecting an answer but either way it made me laugh harder.
"I hide behind Tokoyami’s head." He answered as if I genuinely wanted to know but I didn’t until he said it with a straight face.
"Ok, I’ll let it slide this time since you cleverly planned it out! But don’t you think you can get away with it during Aizawa's lessons!" I said after the laughing died down a bit and I’m able to resume breathing again.
"I won't since his class are important." He replied, that’s when I felt a little tug in my chest that came unexpectedly. But I quickly brushed it off to wittily reply to him.
"Aww, you’re saying my lessons are that boring and unimportant kiddo?" I asked sinking in my chair for a dramatic display of being hurt.
"Not all the time. It's just today’s lesson was quieter than usual and it bored me into sleep." Todoroki said as if his previous statement needed elaboration. And that made me smile knowing that he cared enough to explain his reasonings but his expression hasn’t changed much at all since he came through that door (except for his little cute confession a little earlier)
"Ok, I’ll give you extra points for making it on time kiddo," I said, more like marking the end of our sweet little conversation that I didn’t want it to end but would rather want anything to make it last longer. But as soon as I took his sheet of paper in my hands he turned around to leave just like he came in. But I didn’t want that.
You might call me selfish for what I did next but you gotta understand is that I loved our little sweet talk (maybe not the sweet sweet talk since it was about school. but to me it meant more than that) and his adorable subtle reactions to things he does and says had me intrigued even though I’m not the observant type. when I took one last look at the kid’s lithe back going away further I instinctively spoke up.
"Hey, kiddo!" I called out in a slightly and unnecessary loud voice. Todoroki paused and looked back at me with his cloudy grey and clearest blue eyes that froze me to my spot (not literally since he can’t do that to me since I’m his teacher but I’m sure he will disregard that one moral code for what I’m about to do next).
"What is it ms.hizashi?" He asked in an innocently confused voice. But the fact he said my name in that tone (it was so unfair on his end) had pushed all my buttons of rationality and ethics causing me to disregard them. But I still held on against my desires.
"Can you maybe give me the stack of papers that is on Aizawa's desk?" I said frantically, I didn’t know what to tell him that won't make him leave that I just blurted out as I noticed a pile of paper on Aizawa's desk, they were probably Shinsou’s documents for transferring him into the hero course or Eri’s medical reports but either way todoroki pulled his hands away from the lounge room’s door handle (which made me feel extremely relieved and excited when, to be honest, I shouldn’t be feeling those) He walked leisurely to Aizawa's desk and picked up the whole stack of papers in both of his hands. Then slowly and carefully he made his way back to my desk with a very subtle focused look in his eyes as I got up from my chair to stand on my shaking leg as I made room so that todoroki could place the huge arrangements of papers on my desk. But before his hands could drop the paper on the desk and call it a day I acted.
You might call me disgusting for what I did but at that moment it felt like heaven on earth to me (maybe even better than heaven if I were to exaggerate) his soft lips were the most delicious thing my lips had ever tasted as if my mouth had the pleasure to taste a delicate expensive dripping honey, The way my lips just melted on his drove me to high ecstasy I had ever experienced, like a switch flipped inside of me I felt liberated and free as if all this time I was chained and then suddenly mercy was bestowed upon me and made me into a happy man.
When I pulled away from those pleasureful lips I immediately hungered them, the urge was so intense I almost went for it greedily but remembering the fact that I was supposed to be encased in ice right now and being shamed halted me in place. But the fact that I was still warm and my face was only a hair inch away from Todoroki’s told me I was still very much able to walk around and run out of this room or flee the city or country entirely before being burned down by him or endeavor or captured by the police and ruin my life’s hard work. Fortunately, todoroki was rigged as a stone buried in place, his hands still held the papers from before which luckily acted as a handicap for the rich boy, oh his gorgeous eyes were blown wide too.
Huh? I expected myself to be blown away before my lips even touched his thinking he will trap me in his ice quirk or turn me into ash with his fire quirk but apparently not? Of course UA teaches its students to improve their reflexes but obviously, they haven’t thought someone might come out of nowhere to kiss them. But isn’t it common sense? Aren't parents supposed to teach their children to be safe from bad people? Of course, these kids would think bad people qualify as villains but that’s a completely simple-minded view of the world, didn’t they think someone close to them might be a bad person? Obviously (and fortunately) todoroki didn’t think of that. Who can blame him? He's still a kid! Yes he is strong and capable but he’s still a kid (which repeating the word ‘kid’ fills me with more guilt than I did before I kissed him)
For the first time since my lips kissed him, todoroki showed signs of movement by opening his mouth taking the shape of the letter ‘w’. he probably will ask me why I did what I did but I wouldn’t be able to answer it, even if I tried it will only freak him out (telling a kid I just kissed that I was holding back but seeing him made me lose control, which is true! all this time I held back from touching any kid let alone kiss them! so yeah…you get the point!)
"I’m sorry but todoroki can you leave the room right now?" a gruff and angry voice cut through my paradise which I recognized instantly and it sent waves of shiver down my spine.
Aizawa walked through that door into us kissing…