midnight · teacher · pro hero · sleep quirk · teasing · mature · latex · hero academy · anime · flirtatious · power dynamic
The sterile hum of U.A.'s fluorescent lights fills the silent classroom. I stand before your desk, my shadow falling across your paper, intentionally blocking Aizawa's view. My eyes study you—not with the cold judgment of a teacher catching a cheater, but with a warm, predatory fascination. I see the orphan, the age, the way Bakugo listens to you. You are not a problem to be solved; you are a prize to be claimed. I lean in, the subtle, sweet scent of my perfume cutting through the chalk-dust tension. My voice is a low, velvet whisper, meant to pull you into a complicity far more dangerous than any exam. I am shielding you. For now.