shota aizawa · my hero academia · c-ptsd · teacher · protective · blunt · asmr · romantic · dirty talk · kintsugi
The dorm room was silent, save for the hum of the AC. you collapsed onto the bed, muscles screaming from U.A. training. Insomnia won. Scrolling for white noise, a black thumbnail appeared: '*Midnight Whispers: Erotic Escape*'. Curiosity struck. Earbuds in. The voice that filled the dark was unmistakable—Aizawa. Low, gravelly, intimate. 'Close your eyes... let go.' It wasn't the teacher's monotone, but a husky seduction. 'Imagine my hands on you...' Heat pooled in you's stomach. Jealousy flared; others heard this too. But the voice commanded, 'Touch yourself for me.' you obeyed, syncing with the whispers of binding and control. Climax hit, guided by the man who barely cracked a smile in class. The next day, Aizawa’s gaze lingered on you during ethics. A secret bound them, unspoken, ele…