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Izuku felt like he was on cloud nine.

It was the morning after his teacher had him meet with him after school. Not even a full twenty-four hours since Izuku had the most fun sex he’s had so far.

Izuku woke up feeling good.

He let out a soft moan as he raised his arms over his head, arching his back as he stretched. His back made a satisfying pop, and he spent a couple more minutes stretching his sore limbs before getting out of bed.

He was happy that he wasn’t in nearly as much pain as in the aftermath of his first time with Midnight. That left him with a stabbing pain in his pelvis and an aching feeling throughout his body that made him unable to move his limbs.

Instead, this was a pleasant soreness that reminded him of the day before and all of the fun things that happened to make his body feel this way.

Izuku completed his morning routine with ease, and he left the dorms much earlier than his classmates, some of them not even having woken up yet.

Despite his earlier contentment, an anxious feeling started to creep up on Izuku as he walked through the mostly empty halls of the school.

His stomach turned when he reached his destination. He stopped outside the infirmary, lingering as he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do.

Izuku took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He rubbed his chest to get rid of the anxious feeling inside him, before reaching out and knocking on the infirmary door with a trembling hand.

He waited until he heard a muffled voice tell him to come in before sliding open the door and stepping inside.

Izuku was greeted by the sight of Recovery Girl sitting on an office chair, the elderly woman in the middle of inspecting some papers that were spread out on one of the tables.

Recovery Girl looked up from her paperwork in surprise. “Midoriya, I wasn’t expecting to see you this early in the day… What did you do this time?”

Izuku wilted a bit at her words as he slid the door shut behind him. “I’m not injured.”

He wasn’t that bad.

Recovery Girl didn’t seem to believe him, (Rude.) and she turned in her chair to get a better look at him. She examined him with scrutinizing eyes, seemingly searching for any noticeable injuries.

Recovery Girl relaxed once she didn’t find anything, and her expression turned into something less serious.

“What can I do for you?” Recovery Girl asked with a small smile.

Izuku hesitated. “…You can make prescriptions, right?”

Recovery Girl blinked at him in surprise.

Izuku understood.

He had never asked her for anything like that before, and any time he was given medication from her in the past, it was usually because she forced him to take it.

“It depends on what it is,” Recovery Girl said, slowly. She seemed to study him for a moment before she continued. “But yes, I can.”

Izuku bit his bottom lip as he wrung his fingers together in front of him. His face was starting to feel increasingly warmer the longer he hesitated.

He squeezed his eyes shut from the embarrassment, taking a deep breath before forcing out his next words.

“I want to get on birth control,” Izuku blurted, not allowing himself to second-guess his decision.

He felt mortified saying it aloud, but his fear of anything happening without it far outweighed the momentary embarrassment.

The risk of pregnancy hadn’t been an issue when he had been with Midnight, but with him now having sex with Present Mic as well, Izuku really didn’t want to risk it.

Recovery Girl looked taken aback at his request, clearly not expecting anything like that. She recovered from her shock fast, though, being the professional she was.

“I can do that,” Recovery Girl replied. Her expression shifted into something more serious as she continued slowly. “Did something happen recently for you to come to that decision?”

Izuku turned bright red at her question, stammering as he tried his best to answer her without revealing anything too incriminating.

His reaction seemed to have been enough of an explanation for the elderly woman, as she just sighed in response.

“Please,” Recovery Girl stressed. She sounded absolutely done with him. “Still use protection. It doesn’t matter that you’re going to be on birth control now. Birth control does not prevent the spread of STDs.”

Izuku nodded, still blushing. “I, um— yes, of course! I’ll, um, I will make sure to do that!”

Recovery Girl gave him what could only be described as an unimpressed look, though she didn’t call him out on his obvious lie.

“I keep condoms here for students, but if you ever feel the need to be tested, you can also come to me for that,” Recovery Girl sighed. “I’ll refill your prescription whenever you need more, just remember to see me before you run out of them.”

“R-right!” Izuku replied. He gave a deep bow in her direction. “Thank you so much!”

It was incredibly embarrassing having to come to her for something like this, but he was nothing but thankful that she was willing to help him.

Recovery Girl had a small smile on her face as she waved off his gratitude. “I’m just doing my job, dear... If you experience any negative side effects, I want you to come to me, alright?”

Her words were firm, leaving no room for argument.

“Of course!” Izuku reassured her, for once not lying about it.

“I’ll have your prescription ready in the next day or two,” Recovery Girl promised as she turned her attention back to the paperwork spread out on her desk. “You can pick it up anytime, but if you’re looking for discretion, I recommend seeing me before school.”

Izuku thanked her once more before leaving her office, letting out a sigh of relief as he slid the door shut behind him.

He was glad that was over with.

It had been embarrassing, but it was something that needed to be done.

Thankfully, Recovery Girl hadn’t pressed him further on the reason why he wanted to get on birth control.

Izuku didn’t even know how he would’ve explained his situation without revealing anything incriminating to her.

His face felt warm as he remembered her advice about still using protection. (Even though he hadn’t used anything like that before, he wasn’t going to tell her that.)

Despite his fears of pregnancy, Izuku didn’t know if he would take her advice or not.

He understood the reasons for using protection, of course, but he couldn’t help but still find a thrill from the risk of it.

Not to mention, Izuku had an increasing desire to be… filled. (No pun intended.) He wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like to be pumped full of cum.

It was a hidden desire within him that had shown itself and been emboldened by the day prior, and it had quickly turned into something of an obsession the more he thought about it.

Izuku was snapped out of his inappropriate thoughts when he heard a familiar voice call out to him from down the hall.

“Young Midoriya! There you are!”

His heart stopped for a moment before it started beating faster in his chest.

“All Might!” Izuku yelped, jumping a bit as he turned to face the older man who had started walking towards him.

All Might was the last person he wanted to see right now. Not after what Izuku had just finished doing.

“G-good morning!” Izuku squeaked, his voice pitched with nerves. “How, um, how’re you doing?”

All Might ignored his question, instead looking at him with concern. “My boy, you’re not hurt, are you?”

Huh?

Oh, right.

He was still standing outside the infirmary.

“N-no! I’m fine!” Izuku exclaimed, rushing to reassure him. “Really! I was just, um, asking Recovery Girl about… something.”

Izuku cringed at his own words. God, he was such a terrible liar…

“I see,” All Might muttered. He studied him for a moment but didn’t press him any further, instead giving him a small smile. “I’m glad you’re alright, I really wouldn’t want to have another talk with Recovery Girl so early in the morning.”

His mentor shuddered at the mere idea of it.

“Anyways, I’ve been wanting to speak with you about something,” All Might told him. His voice was kind but had an authority to it that let Izuku know that he wouldn’t be getting out of this one. “Let’s walk together.”

Izuku didn’t have the courage to say no to his hero. He obediently followed him as they walked toward his classroom, their steps out of sync with each other.

“It seems like we don’t see much of each other these days outside of heroics and our training sessions,” All Might observed. He didn’t sound upset with him, but Izuku could pick up on the underlying disappointment.

“Yeah,” Izuku agreed, his voice wavering. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat from the sudden guilt. “I-I know. I’m sorry.”

“Are you…” All Might trailed off, sounding as if he were unsure of how to word it. “Is there something troubling you?”

Izuku stopped walking at the question.

“What?”

All Might stopped walking as well when he noticed, now looking down at him with concern.

“I’ve heard that you’ve been falling a bit behind in some of your classes,” All Might seemed hesitant to admit that, his voice softening as if not to upset him.

Izuku felt his heart sink in his chest.

“Y’know,” All Might continued with an almost hopeful expression. “I admit that it’s been… a long time since I’ve been in school, but I can always help you with your schoolwork if you—”

“No!”

Izuku shouted on instinct. His heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to explode in his chest.

All Might flinched at the sudden outburst, falling into a stunned silence as he looked down at him in shock.

Izuku had never felt so afraid in his entire life.

He would never want that with him.

All Might was like a… He was like a…

All Might started speaking again before Izuku could finish the vulnerable thought, his voice even softer than before. “My boy, it’s really not any trouble.”

“You’re my…” His hero hesitated, seeming to think about his next words. “I’m your mentor, I… I know I’m not what I used to be, but I want you to feel you can rely on me when you need help.”

His words were painfully sincere.

Izuku felt his panic subside, but instead of feeling reassured, he was immediately filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt.

He was so stupid.

He should’ve known that All Might wasn’t like that!

Like what…? A small voice in the back of his head asked him.

He ignored it, not knowing how to answer that.

Izuku was snapped out of his troubling thoughts when the morning bell rang throughout the halls, signaling that classes were about to start soon.

“I-I’m really sorry,” Izuku apologized, his voice filled with shame. He took a step back from his mentor as he turned to leave. “I’ll— I’ll see you later, All Might!”

All Might looked as if he were about to ask him to stay behind, but Izuku ran off before he could.

Izuku ran the rest of the way to homeroom, wanting nothing more than to escape from the conversation.

He stopped outside the classroom, taking a moment to calm himself down. He did a simple breathing exercise that he had used before, repeating the action a couple of times before sliding the classroom door open.

Izuku hadn’t even taken two steps inside before Iida stopped him.

“Ah! Midoriya!” Iida exclaimed, looking relieved as he walked over to him. “I was wondering where you were… I didn’t see you earlier this morning and was worried you would be late.”

“Good morning, Iida-kun,” Izuku greeted, giving his friend an exhausted, yet still genuine smile. He could never be upset by seeing his friends. “I, um, I left a bit earlier than usual to see Recovery Girl about something before school started.”

Iida frowned at his explanation, now looking at him in concern. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah,” Izuku said, his smile becoming strained. “You really don’t need to worry about me.”

Instead of being reassured by his words, Iida’s frown deepened. His expression became complicated, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking again.

“I’m afraid that I’ll always worry about you, even if it’s unnecessary to do so,” Iida sounded somewhat sad as he admitted that, his words almost like a confession.

Izuku felt his stomach twist with guilt. He suddenly felt like crying and he wanted nothing more than to beg his friend for forgiveness for having worried him.

“Well,” Izuku swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat, doing his best not to let his voice waver. “I promise that you don’t need to worry about this.”

Iida didn’t seem convinced by his words, but he seemed to drop the issue for now.

Izuku stepped around him and kept his head down, ignoring the feeling of eyes on him as he walked to his desk. He shrugged off his backpack as he sat down, not bothering to take out his things.

Instead, he slumped forward in his seat from exhaustion as he waited for homeroom to start.

Izuku let out a small groan as he buried his face in his folded arms, not noticing Kacchan twitch in agitation at the sound.

He just wanted the day to be over with.

Thankfully, for his sanity, the rest of school went… fine.

Admittedly, Izuku kept to himself and even flat-out ignored a few of his classmates when they tried to talk to him, but he managed to make it through the day without breaking down, so he counted it as a win.

It was when he was walking with his friends through the halls after school that things took a turn for the worse.

Izuku was trailing behind them, silent but listening as they talked amongst each other when a familiar voice called out to him from behind.

“Midoriya!” Present Mic shouted out to him, jogging a bit from further down the hall to catch up to him.

“Sensei!” Izuku yelped, jumping a bit as he turned around to face him. “Did, um, did you need something from me?”

Present Mic didn’t answer him, instead turning towards his friends. “I’m gonna steal Midoriya for a bit, that’s cool with you guys, right?”

“Oh, um, yeah!” Uraraka replied, looking caught off guard at his question.

She glanced at Izuku with a bewildered expression, searching for an explanation of some kind.

Izuku gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, knowing he would have to lie to her later when she eventually asked him about it.

He was vaguely aware that Present Mic hadn’t asked him if he was okay with it, but Izuku decided to ignore that for now.

Izuku waved his friends goodbye after they had given him the go-ahead, reassuring them that he would meet with them at the dorms soon.

He obediently followed Present Mic as he led him to his classroom.

Izuku stayed quiet as he trailed behind him, a sinking feeling in his chest when they reached his classroom.

Present Mic opened the door for him, his hand resting on Izuku’s lower back as he wordlessly ushered him inside. His teacher slid the door shut behind them, and the noise from outside the classroom immediately quieted.

His teacher turned around and crowded him against the door. He grabbed Izuku’s chin and tilted his head, leaning down to bring their faces closer together.

Izuku blushed.

“I’m sorry,” Izuku murmured, not looking at the older man. He turned his head to the side, breaking contact with him. “I can’t today.”

Izuku promised his friends that he would help them with their schoolwork, and he wasn’t going to be selfish and ditch them to have sex with their teacher.

Present Mic frowned at his rejection, letting his hand fall to his side. “You said that you wanted to spend time with me again.”

“I didn’t think it would be so soon,” Izuku frowned, looking up at the older man with furrowed eyebrows. “We just had sex yesterday.”

Present Mic held up his hands in surrender, stepping back to put some distance between them. “Hey, I get it! We don’t have to do anything again if you don’t want to.”

“No!” Izuku exclaimed. He felt panicked as he rushed to reassure the man that he did. “Of course, I do!”

Izuku didn’t want to ruin this thing between them. He had a good time with him yesterday and he didn’t want to lose that.

“Then why does it matter that we have sex again so soon?” Present Mic countered, not giving him much time to think about it.

“I—” Izuku faltered, unable to find the words to explain himself. He lowered his gaze, wrapping his arms around his middle to comfort himself. “I just…”

His promise was important to him. His friends were important to him.

Izuku didn’t say that aloud, though.

He had an awful feeling in his chest, his emotions too intense and complicated to separate.

“Y-yeah, you’re right,” Izuku conceded. The lie felt like acid on his tongue. “Sorry.”

Present Mic smiled at his words, looking pleased with him.

It made Izuku feel sick to his stomach.

“It’s okay,” Present Mic comforted, not sounding too concerned. “I promise that I’ll make you feel good, alright?”

Izuku didn’t say anything to that, feeling defeated as he kept his head down.

Present Mic grabbed Izuku’s chin and tilted his head to get him to look at him. His teacher had an unreadable expression as he kneaded his thumb into his freckled cheek before pulling at the side of his mouth.

Izuku ignored the awful feeling in his chest, and he let his lips twitch up into a half-smile, knowing that was what the older man wanted from him.

His teacher smiled at that and leaned down to press a quick kiss on his forehead, before letting go of his chin.

“C’mon,” Present Mic said, jerking his head to the side as he turned around and stepped further into his classroom.

Izuku stayed quiet as he stripped down, not bothering to do anything special. He kept his dress shirt on as he let the rest of his clothes fall onto the floor, leaving him naked from the waist down.

His teacher didn’t point out his silence, instead guiding him over to his desk and lowering him down onto it.

Izuku was hit with a sudden feeling of deja vu from the position. He immediately remembered his first time with Midnight, and his breath hitched at the thought of it.

He didn’t hesitate to shove the memory and its associated feelings down, no longer wanting to think about it.

Izuku shivered as the cool air of the classroom brushed against his exposed cunt. He laid his head on his folded arms, keeping himself presented for the older man as he waited for him to start.

He listened to the sound of his teacher unbuckling his belt and unzipping the front of his jeans behind him.

His dick sprung out when he lowered his boxers down his thighs, the tip pressing against the curve of Izuku’s ass.

Present Mic pulled back before slipping his dick between Izuku’s thighs. He started rocking his hips back and forth, giving shallow thrusts forward as he slid it between his folds.

Izuku let out a small moan when he half-heartedly rolled his hips against it, the tip brushing against his sensitive clit.

Despite becoming aroused from the stimulation, Izuku just couldn’t enjoy it.

His mind was still focused on his friends.

All he wanted was to finish this so that he could go back to the dorms and do his schoolwork with them.

Izuku assumed that his teacher was going to start fucking him until something soft and wet was pressed between his folds.

“Ah!”

Izuku gasped in surprise, his back arching at the sensation. He looked back with wide eyes to see Present Mic kneeling behind him, his face hidden between his legs.

His teacher held the back of his thighs as he dragged his tongue along his labia. Izuku instinctively spread his legs further apart at the sensation, giving the man better access to his wet cunt.

His teacher’s nose was buried in his cunt as he ate him out from behind. His tongue continued to drag along his labia before he switched to sucking on his enlarged clit.

It twitched at the sensation of his tongue enveloping its small length, and a flood of wetness spurted from his pussy and onto the older man’s face.

His teacher moaned at the feeling, the sound vibrating against his clit, which only made more slick pour out.

Present Mic pulled back to breathe before leaning forward and teasing his hole with the tip of his tongue.

Izuku reached behind him and grabbed the nape of the man’s neck, pushing his face further between his legs.

“Mmn, just—ah, just like that,” Izuku slurred, his voice trembling a bit when his teacher pushed his tongue inside him.

His legs were shaking as he pushed back against his teacher’s face, grinding down as he tried to get his tongue even deeper inside him.

“Oh my god,” Izuku whimpered, tightening his grip on the back of his neck. “Sensei…”

His eyes slipped shut as they rolled back into his head when his teacher started fucking him with his tongue.

His earlier worries were now gone as the pleasure fogged over his mind.

Izuku couldn’t even think like this.

His mouth hung open as a line of drool ran down the side of it. All he could do was moan in pleasure. His voice grew hoarse as his moans became more vocal.

His teacher reached down and jerked himself off from where he kneeled as he continued fucking him with his tongue.

Present Mic groped Izuku’s ass with his other hand, kneading the soft flesh, before pulling his hand back and smacking it.

The sudden feeling of pain combined with the overwhelming pleasure was too much for him, and Izuku tensed up when his climax hit him.

“Sensei!” Izuku cried out as he came on the man’s tongue. His legs were shaking through his orgasm, and his body spasmed as the pleasure shot throughout him.

Present Mic groaned from the sudden wave of slick that splashed on his face, lapping it up as he continued eating him out.

His teacher pulled back once satisfied, breathing heavily as he caught his breath.

Izuku looked behind him with half-lidded eyes, seeing his teacher grinning as he wiped the discharge covering his face with the back of his hand.

Izuku hadn’t even caught his breath yet when the older man slipped three fingers inside of his sloppy cunt, making excess slick spurt out of him from being filled.

Present Mic was able to put them in until his knuckles with ease, and he thrust them in and out of him, dragging them along his g-spot.

Izuku cried out when the older man started shaking his fingers inside of him, not stopping as he continued repeating the action.

His pussy was soaking wet, and loud squelching noises filled the room as his teacher started thrusting his fingers even faster inside of him.

Izuku whined through it, his voice strangled as he gripped the edge of the desk. His hips were banging against it as he instinctively tried to squirm out of his hold.

He let out a sob when he was unable to get the man’s fingers out of him, as they were buried too deeply inside of him.

His fingers kept pressing down on his g-spot, and tears began rolling down Izuku’s face from overstimulation.

It was too much!

Izuku could feel himself quickly approaching his climax again, and he looked behind him to beg his teacher to stop.

Present Mic was grinning up at him in amusement, laughing as he thrust his fingers inside of him.

His expression of pure enjoyment from his distress pushed Izuku over the edge for the second time.

Izuku cried out as he squirted from the overwhelming pleasure.

Present Mic pulled his fingers out of him in surprise, sputtering out a laugh. “I forgot that Nemuri told me that you could do that!”

Izuku whined at the loss of fingers inside of him, feeling desperate as he reached down between his trembling legs and stuffed his fingers into his sloppy pussy, pressing down on his g-spot to squirt out the rest of his discharge.

It squirted out onto the floor, leaving a puddle beneath him and soaking into the fabric of his socks.

Izuku didn’t have it in him to be upset, feeling fucked out of his mind after he was done relieving himself. He collapsed against the desk from exhaustion, and he twitched in the aftermath of his orgasm.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Present Mic said, his voice rough with desire. “You’re squirting for me like a broken faucet.”

Izuku made a small noise of acknowledgment, too exhausted to properly respond to him.

He let out a pathetic whimper when the older man ran the palm of his hand between his wet folds as he dragged out his pleasure.

His teacher cursed under his breath when a small spray of discharge squirted out of him from the continued stimulation.

Present Mic pulled his hand back as he hurried to stand up behind him. He pressed himself against Izuku’s backside, his dick sliding between his wet folds.

Izuku whined when the tip of his cock brushed against his sensitive clit, even more wetness pouring out of him.

His teacher groaned at the feeling, his dick twitching and leaking out pre-cum. It mixed with his slick as the man’s dick became covered with his discharge.

Present Mic pressed the tip of his dripping cock against Izuku’s soaked hole. He pushed the head inside before it caught on the rim, and then adjusted before sliding into him with more ease.

Izuku moaned as his pussy stretched to accommodate it, still tight even after two orgasms.

He felt hands roam beneath his shirt as the older man switched from rubbing his sides to squeezing the soft flesh of his hips.

Present Mic tightened his hold on his hips as he continued pressing into him until he bottomed out. He groaned at the feeling of Izuku clenching around him, his hips instinctively bucking forward.

Izuku whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he lay there trembling, overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled.

Present Mic stayed inside of him, unmoving as they both adjusted to it. His teacher gritted his teeth, breathing heavily as he tried not to bust inside of him.

After a moment, Present Mic slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside of him. His teacher lingered for a moment and a feeling of anticipation grew between them.

Izuku let out a surprised moan when the older man finally thrust into him, his hips connecting with his ass when he bottomed out.

A series of loud, wet slaps started echoing through the room as his teacher set out a fast pace.

Despite his exhaustion, Izuku met each thrust with one of his own, his ass jiggling each time their hips collided.

Present Mic hunched over him as he propped a hand on the desk beside him. He wrapped an arm around Izuku’s waist, angling his hips more so that he could thrust deeper inside of him.

Izuku reached out and grabbed his forearm, holding onto it as the older man pounded into him. His mouth hung open as he cried out with each thrust, a line of drool dripping down his chin.

His cries faltered when he laughed between moans, high on endorphins from the pleasure coursing through him.

Izuku had a delirious smile on his face as he tilted his head back to look up at the older man fucking into him.

His face was twisted in pleasure, his mouth hanging open as he moaned each time he thrusted into him. He stared down at him from behind the colored lenses of his glasses, his eyes half-lidded.

It was too much for Izuku to see the pleasure on his face, knowing that he was the one making the man feel so good.

Izuku wailed when his orgasm hit him, his vision turning white as he clenched down around his teacher’s cock.

It took him a moment to recover from the force of his orgasm, and Izuku gasped for breath once he came back to himself. His pussy had immediately started trying to milk the cock inside of him, his walls clenching rhythmically around it.

His teacher moaned at the feeling. His thrusts became sloppier and started speeding up as he chased his climax.

The desk was moving with the force of his thrusts, the wooden legs scraping against the flooring as he continued pounding into him.

Izuku had his eyes squeezed shut as tears streamed down his face, his throat sore and voice hoarse from his constant moaning.

He felt his teacher’s dick twitch and pulsate inside of him, and Izuku couldn’t help but hope that the man would fill him up like he had been desiring him to do.

Present Mic let out a deep moan before he quickly pulled out of him and came across his backside.

Izuku was once again disappointed with his teacher not cumming inside of him.

Despite that, he still found pleasure from the feeling of the older man’s cum spilling onto the curve of his ass.

Izuku shakily moaned as it continued coming out as his teacher jerked himself off, dragging out his own pleasure as he shot his load on his backside.

Izuku rested his head on his folded arms, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath after the high of his orgasm.

His eyes slipped shut as he sighed in contentment.

Izuku heard the sound of one of the desk drawers being opened, and a moment later, he felt soft fabric wiping off the discharge coating his backside and between his legs.

Present Mic grabbed his desk chair off to the side and rolled it closer to them. He wrapped his arms around Izuku’s waist before pulling him into his lap as he fell back into his seat.

Izuku let out a small noise of confusion, too tired to do anything more than that.

His teacher was breathing heavily, and he let out a deep sigh. He tilted his head down and pressed a quick kiss against the nape of Izuku’s neck.

Present Mic continued to hold him in his arms, and his hand wandered beneath his dress shirt as he started playing with his happy trail.

“I told you that I would make you feel good, didn’t I?” Present Mic murmured, tightening his hold around his waist and bringing him closer to him.

Izuku hummed as he turned to curl up into his lap, and he rested his head on the man’s shoulder. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, especially with the hero gear that his teacher was wearing, but still…

It felt nice to be held in his arms.

“You liked it?” Present Mic asked as he squeezed Izuku’s hip, kneading the soft flesh there with his thumb.

“Yes, sir,” Izuku mumbled. His words were barely audible as he cuddled further against him.

His eyelids started to feel heavy, and before he could register what was happening, he fell asleep in his arms.

Izuku passed out afterward, much to his embarrassment. His teacher stayed with him, even cleaning him up more while he was passed out.

Eventually, Present Mic woke him up, voice gentle as he apologized for waking Izuku, but firm when he informed him that he needed to leave.

Izuku was still a bit out of it, and he stumbled out of his lap before fumbling to put his discarded clothes back on.

His words were jumbled and rushed as he apologized for inconveniencing the older man, and Izuku gave him an awkward bow before immediately leaving for the dorms.

It wasn’t late enough for sunset, but he could still tell that he had been out for a while with how low the sun was.

He had lost track of time.

Izuku started running at the realization.

He rushed up the steps leading to the dormitory entrance, swinging open its doors with a bit more force than usual.

Izuku noticed some of his friends inside the common room flinching at the noise. (He had definitely used too much force…) There were more of them than he expected, some sitting in the common room and the others in the dining hall.

His friends were all out of their uniforms, now wearing casual clothing. They had their textbooks and schoolwork with them as they stared at him.

“Oh! Midoriya!” Sero exclaimed from where he sat with his closed textbook on his lap, looking at him in surprise.

“I’m sorry that I’m late!” Izuku apologized, distracted. He swung off his backpack and unzipped it to pull out his textbook. “I got held up for a bit.”

Izuku looked up in time to see his classmates wince at his words.

“Oh, um,” Momo hesitated. She bit her bottom lip and looked down at her lap. “We were just finishing up, actually.”

Izuku faltered at her words, his textbook slipping out of his hand and falling back into his backpack.

“Oh,” Izuku whispered. “I-I see.”

He felt embarrassed.

“It’s alright,” Momo reassured him with a gentle smile. There was no disappointment in her expression, just a hint of worry. “We plan on studying together again soon. You can always join us then!”

Izuku glanced around the common room and took a moment to look at his friends. There was no sign of judgment on their faces, just concern.

His bottom lip wobbled, and his throat tightened at the realization.

Izuku burst into tears.

His friends all stood up in surprise.

“Midoriya! What’s wrong?” Todoroki asked, his usual monotone voice sounding alarmed. His eyes were wide as he stepped closer to him from concern.

“I’m sorry,” Izuku hiccupped, covering his face as he tried to stop his tears. “I promised that I would help, but I, I—!”

“Hey! It’s okay!” Sero interrupted, his voice sounding panicked as he tried to reassure him. “It’s alright. You don’t need to cry.”

His friends had gathered around him in concern, and he felt someone guide him to sit down on the couch.

Momo sat down beside him and handed him some tissues, and despite the current state that he was in, Izuku couldn’t help but wonder where she had gotten them from.

It took him a moment, but Izuku realized that she must have created them for him by using her quirk.

He cried even harder at the realization.

He was so selfish!

“I’ve been such an awful friend lately,” Izuku admitted through his sobs. “To all of you!”

“And I—” Izuku gasped out, struggling to breathe. It made speaking difficult, and it took him a moment to get the words out. “I just—”

He took a deep, shuddering breath.

“I really wanted to make it up to everyone,” Izuku confessed.

His heart ached.

He hadn't originally planned to help Sero, but after he had made the offer, he wanted to see it through.

Izuku had been looking forward to it. Then he had ditched them all to have sex, sex with someone he wasn’t supposed to.

“Aww, Midori,” Ashido murmured from where she sat on the couch, sounding sad. “It’s okay…”

“Yeah!” Sero added as he sat beside him and swung an arm around his shoulders in a comforting gesture. “It’s alright! I’m not mad! I know that you’ve been… struggling lately, so I understand.”

“You can always come to us,” Todoroki promised, his voice gentle as he consoled him. “We would never be mad at you for seeking out help.”

His classmates nodded at his words, murmuring their own reassurances.

Izuku felt someone ruffle his hair from behind, and he tilted his head back to see Kaminari standing on the other side of the couch.

Kaminari was smiling down at him, his expression gentle and eyebrows creased from concern. “We really care about you, dude. You don’t need to worry about bothering us or anything like that.”

“I still meant what I said about you being a good friend, by the way. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not,” Sero reassured, slightly shaking him with the arm still around his shoulders, a small grin on his face. “It’s really the thought that counts anyway.”

Izuku sniffled. He didn’t think that was necessarily true, but he kept his disagreement to himself.

He had promised himself that he would be strong so his friends didn't need to worry about him, but instead, he was upsetting them by breaking down and dumping his problems on them.

He felt like he was failing at both his roles, not just being a good friend to his classmates, but being a good successor to his hero as well.

Izuku was snapped out of his self-deprecating thoughts when he heard the elevator doors open. He looked up from his lap to see Kacchan step out carrying a laundry basket filled with bed sheets and bedding with him.

Kacchan didn’t look very put together, seeming agitated about something.

His childhood friend seemed to sense him staring because he looked up from his basket only to freeze when they locked eyes with each other.

Izuku could see his grip on the laundry basket tighten, and he could almost hear the plastic creaking from the pressure.

It took him a moment, but Kacchan snapped out of the frozen state that he was in, blinking a couple of times as he examined him.

His face immediately twisted in irritation.

“What’re you crying for?” Kacchan grumbled, sounding annoyed.

Izuku blinked in surprise, not expecting the question.

“Ah,” Izuku said, his face flushing in embarrassment. He tried wiping the remaining tears from his face to make himself look more put together. “Nothing! I’m okay. I was just—”

Izuku stopped himself, biting down on his bottom lip. He didn’t want to explain himself further, not wanting to risk worrying his friends any more than he already had.

“…I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed, is all,” Izuku settled on, looking down at his lap in shame.

“Yeah,” Kacchan agreed. His voice was harsh and unforgiving. “With how much you’ve been doing to not fall behind everyone, I’m not surprised.”

Izuku flinched at his words. He didn’t respond to him, having nothing to say for himself.

Instead, his surrounding classmates spoke for him, some being more mean than others when they told Kacchan off for the ‘unnecessary’ comment and for upsetting him further.

Sero’s arm tightened around him as the other spoke up to defend him. “C’mon, man. Don’t be a dick.”

“I thought that you were trying to be nicer,” Todoroki told Kacchan, sounding disappointed in him.

“Fuck off,” Kacchan spat, remorseless.

His red eyes flicked towards Izuku, giving him one last glare before leaving with his basket in hand, ignoring his classmates as he headed to the laundry room.

Izuku watched his childhood friend leave with a sinking feeling in his chest.

He didn’t know what he had done to trigger his anger, but he knew in his heart that whatever he had done was deserving of it.

A few days had passed since the breakdown he had in front of his classmates. His friends had treated him with nothing but kindness and continued to do so.

It was getting on his nerves.

Izuku had never been so undeserving of kindness in his entire life, and no matter what he did—no matter how many times he brushed off their concerns, or even flat-out ignored them—their kindness never wavered.

He had been on the verge of snapping at someone all day, and his friends seemed to have picked up on his bad mood. They gave him his much-needed space, but he could still feel their concern, and it only further aggravated him.

It was the end of classes, the final bell having rung when he finally reached his limit and snapped.

Izuku didn’t follow his classmates as they left for the dorms, heading toward Midnight’s classroom instead. His friends didn’t stop to ask him where he was going, used to him going off on his own by now.

He was halfway to her classroom when somebody came up from behind him and grabbed his shoulder.

“Deku.”

His heart stopped for a moment before it started beating faster in his chest when he recognized the familiar voice.

“Kacchan!” Izuku jumped in surprise, twisting around to face him. He let out a nervous laugh as he put a hand on his chest to calm his racing heart. “You scared me—!”

His voice faltered when Kacchan switched his grip on his shoulder to grab Izuku’s arm. He started walking ahead of him, forcing Izuku to follow him.

Izuku stumbled as he allowed himself to be dragged down the crowded hall.

“Kacchan?” Izuku asked, sounding alarmed as he tried tugging his arm out of his strong grip. “What are you—?”

Kacchan didn’t respond as he turned down a corridor branching off from the main hall, only letting go of his arm once he had led him further down the secluded hallway.

Izuku gasped in surprise when he was immediately shoved back against the wall behind him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kacchan hissed.

“What?” Izuku laughed in disbelief, his voice high-pitched out of nerves. “You’re the one cornering me!”

“I’m not talking about that!”

Izuku snapped his mouth shut, shocked by the sudden outburst.

Kacchan’s eyebrows were knitted together as he stared at him with an aggravated expression, his chest heaving and his harsh breathing audible in the tense silence that followed his outburst.

Izuku didn’t attempt to speak, not knowing how to respond and not wanting to make things worse by being careless and saying the wrong thing.

He wasn’t unused to Kacchan being aggressive towards him, of course, but this…

This felt different.

This didn’t feel like how Kacchan used to corner him in middle school to take his anger out on him. Instead, this felt like their fight after the provisional hero license exam, his anger not being directed at him, but rather at the world around them and the resulting feelings he was struggling with because of it.

Kacchan calmed down during the prolonged silence, and he took a deep breath before speaking again. His next words made Izuku sick to his stomach.

“Why the hell are you fucking our teacher?” Kacchan gritted, seeming like he was still holding back his rage.

“What?” Izuku whispered, feeling faint.

“I fucking saw— I heard you guys that day you cried in front of everyone,” Kacchan revealed, sounding agitated. “He forced himself on you, didn’t he? Why the hell are you seeing him again?”

Kacchan truly seemed like he didn’t understand, and that made everything feel even worse.

“I— He didn’t—” Izuku faltered, unable to defend not just himself, but their teacher as well. “Y-you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“He’s taking advantage of you, dumbass!” Kacchan shouted, his self-control seeming to reach its limit.

Izuku flinched at the volume of his voice. His breath hitched when he registered how loud his childhood friend had been.

His heart was racing in his chest as he looked down the hall, waiting to see if someone had heard him.

Kacchan quieted down, looking down the hallway as well.

They were both silent as they waited for something to happen. It was nauseating, and almost a full minute had passed before Kacchan broke the tense silence.

“You’ve been acting fucking weird for weeks now,” Kacchan hissed, thankfully lowering his voice. “It started when you met with Midnight after school for ‘private tutoring’—”

His voice was dubious at the word, and it was obvious what he thought about that as he continued.

“Did she fucking rape you too?”

Izuku flinched hard like he had been struck by the word.

Rape.

Is that what had happened?

No. No, that wasn’t it.

“She didn’t—!”

“I always knew that bitch was sketchy as fuck!” Kacchan interrupted him, his voice rising as he started getting worked up again. “You showed up looking like shit after seeing her— You couldn’t even sit still through her classes for a week afterward! You freaked out at the fucking mention of her ‘tutoring’, and then you started ignoring everyone!”

Kacchan had started to rant a bit, sounding angrier as he continued to list off his observations.

Meanwhile, Izuku was terrified.

Was it that obvious?

“Shut up!” Izuku hissed, replacing his fear with anger. It was a much easier emotion to deal with, and he realized then why Kacchan was so quick to anger. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You keep saying that!”

“I wanted it!” Izuku shouted, sounding on the verge of tears. He didn’t care that he was being loud, too overwhelmed by his emotions.

“You can’t consent, you fucking moron!”

Kacchan exploded, taking a threatening step forward as he had once again reached his limit.

Izuku wasn’t thinking when he shot forward and shoved Kacchan back against the wall, one hand pinning down his arm and the other covering his mouth.

Kacchan immediately grabbed his wrist to try prying his hand from his mouth. His palm was burning his wrist from the heat of his quirk, but Izuku didn’t move to pull away.

He just used more force to keep him in place.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he stared down the end of the hall. It was so loud that he could hear it in his ears, and that combined with his harsh breathing blocked out the surrounding noise.

Izuku didn’t know how long he stayed like that, holding Kacchan down and keeping him pressed against the wall, unrelenting as he waited for someone to turn down that corridor.

Eventually, after enough time had passed with no one revealing themselves, his heartbeat started to slow down, and it became easier to breathe again.

Izuku let out a small, trembling breath, feeling exhausted as he wearily turned his attention back onto his childhood friend.

Kacchan was staring down at him with wide eyes, and something about his expression made Izuku uncomfortable.

He loosened his hold on him, and after a moment, he slowly removed his hand from his mouth.

Izuku felt a stinging pain in his palm, and he realized then that there was a bite mark embedded into his hand from when Kacchan dug his teeth into it.

Izuku hadn’t even noticed him doing that.

Kacchan hadn’t spoken since Izuku had removed his hand from his mouth, still staring down at him with the same wide-eyed expression as before.

It was unnerving.

Despite that, Izuku didn’t move as he stared up at him with a blank expression, contemplating what he should do to get a hold of the situation.

Maybe, if he just showed him, Kacchan would understand.

Izuku took a small step forward, pressing himself against his childhood friend.

Kacchan stiffened, his nostrils flaring when he breathed in a sharp, nasal breath. Despite his startled reaction, Kacchan didn’t move to push Izuku away, which gave him the confidence to continue.

Izuku put his injured hand on the wall behind him and used his other hand to run it up the sleeve of Kacchan’s uniform, not stopping until it rested on the side of his neck.

He angled Kacchan’s head so that their lips would be able to touch, his movements gentle as he pressed his thumb against the pulse on the side of his neck, feeling his fluttering heartbeat beneath it.

Izuku leaned up a bit, a mere few inches from his face.

For a moment, Izuku thought that Kacchan had stopped breathing, but then he felt the shallow rise and fall of his chest when he pressed further against him.

“Kacchan…” Izuku murmured, bringing their faces even closer together. He could see the slight tint on his face and feel his breath against his lips.

Kacchan snapped out of the submissive state that he was in after Izuku had said his name. He immediately used both of his hands to shove Izuku off of him, hard enough to make him stumble backward.

Izuku felt a pang in his heart at the aggressive reaction. He had never felt so stupid in his entire life. Especially when he felt hurt by the rejection.

Kacchan had just started warming up to him after spending over a decade of his life hating him.

Of course, he wouldn’t want him like that.

Izuku wanted to burst into tears after the harsh rejection, despite knowing he didn’t deserve to after what he had done.

His childhood friend looked a bit shaken as he stared at Izuku like he was seeing him for who he was for the first time.

Izuku lowered his gaze, unable to look at him with that expression on his face.

It made him feel terrible. It made him feel disgusting.

“What do you want, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, his voice almost a whisper. He wrapped his arms around his middle to comfort himself. “What did you think you would gain from this?”

Kacchan was silent for a moment.

“I want you to stop putting yourself in situations where you get taken advantage of,” Kacchan responded. He sounded like he wanted to say something different, but he seemed to be holding himself back.

“If you don’t tell someone what happened, I will.”

His heart dropped at his words.

“You can’t!” Izuku exclaimed, lurching forward as a sudden panic coursed through him. He grabbed the sleeve of Kacchan's uniform, clutching onto it as he tried pleading with him. “Please don’t, I—”

Kacchan barked out a laugh, though there was no amusement in his voice. “You’re just lucky that I didn’t tell someone the moment that I heard you two fucking!”

His childhood friend pried his hand off him with some struggle before yanking his arm back and moving to get away from him.

“I’m not going to keep waiting, Deku!” Kacchan shouted, not looking back at him as he walked off. “Figure this shit out, or I’ll do it for you!”

Izuku felt helpless as he watched him disappear down the hall. He let out a small sob as he collapsed onto the ground and slid down the wall behind him.

He buried his face between his knees, putting his arms over his head as he tried to block out the world around him.

It was his own fault.

Izuku knew that, but he couldn’t help but continue sobbing as the consequences of his actions crashed down on him.

Izuku immediately went to his room after arriving at the dorms. He ignored his friends' concerns as he skipped dinner not for the first time in recent weeks.

It had been a few hours since his confrontation with Kacchan, and Izuku was pacing around his room, becoming increasingly agitated as he obsessed over it.

Izuku was… scared.

He was terrified of anyone else finding out what he had been doing.

The threat of Kacchan outing him felt like a guillotine hanging over his head, ready to fall the moment the other got fed up with him.

Izuku had come to the realization that he somehow had to get Kacchan not to out him. (Maybe if Izuku begged hard enough and promised to never sleep with their teachers again, Kacchan would change his mind? Unlikely.) Or Izuku had to tell someone himself before he could be outed.

That was easier said than done, and all of the potential candidates for the role of ‘trusted authority figure’ filled him with nothing but dread.

Izuku dug his teeth into the thumb of his injured (now bandaged) hand as he paced even faster and weighed all of his options.

He trusted All Might with his life, but if he ever found out about this…

Izuku would die from the shame of not just having to admit to his hero what he had been doing, but also having to explain that it was the reason he had been disappointing him as his successor too.

The principal, maybe…?

Nedzu was the highest authority after all. (At least in U.A.) He would probably get the police involved though…

His stomach churned at the thought of the police getting involved. If that happened, then his mother would find out what was happening, and it would definitely be what pushed her to finally pull him out of school.

Not to mention, All Might was close friends with Detective Tsukauchi, and if the detective somehow got involved, then All Might would find out even without Izuku being the one to tell him…

The possibility of that happening felt worse than Izuku being forced to be the one to tell him.

Maybe…

No.

He doubted telling him what was happening would go any better.

Izuku groaned as he flopped down onto his bed, the mattress bouncing from the weight of the impact. He lay there as he stared up at his ceiling, unmoving as his mind still raced, unable to stop thinking about it.

He still didn’t know what to do.

It wasn’t until the exhaustion that continued to weigh on him started to take hold that Izuku remembered he hadn’t met with Midnight after school like he was supposed to.

Izuku burst into tears at the realization.

He curled into a fetal position, hugging his pillow to his chest, desperately trying to find comfort from it.

Izuku hiccuped between sobs, gasping for air as he tried to calm down. He had thought that he had been done crying, but now he couldn’t stop his tears.

He buried his face into his pillow to muffle his cries, and he fell asleep that night with his breathing uneven and his face stained with tears.

Izuku woke up feeling nothing but dread.

It was the morning after his confrontation with Kacchan. Not even a full twenty-four hours since his childhood friend had left him terrified of being outed for the shameful things he had done.

It had taken him an embarrassing amount of time to get out of bed, the terrible sleep he had gotten the previous night not helping his perpetual exhaustion in the slightest.

His limbs felt like lead as he forced himself to get through his morning routine. He was too exhausted to put in actual effort to make himself seem put together, but he also didn’t want to leave his room while looking as terrible as he felt.

He didn’t want to go to school and deal with his classmates worrying about him. He didn’t want to see his teachers and be reminded of the problematic situation that he was in.

Izuku left the dorms much later than his classmates, being the last one to make it to homeroom.

He stayed silent throughout his classes, both hyper-aware of what was happening around him and also unable to focus on anything being taught.

Izuku fidgeted in his seat, becoming increasingly restless as the morning went on. It was especially difficult to sit through English with Present Mic.

At first, Izuku had been thankful that his teacher didn’t call on him during his class, but then that led his thoughts to spiral further into something more problematic.

Izuku stared at the older man as he went through his lesson, calling on his classmates, and watching his facial expressions and movements throughout.

Present Mic was doing a good job at ignoring his unrelenting staring, but Izuku could see the slight change in his expression when his teacher glanced at his side of the classroom.

Normally, Izuku wouldn’t have the confidence to be so bold, but there was something that had been eating away at him even before his confrontation with Kacchan.

Present Mic hadn't asked him for sex since their last encounter together. He hadn’t pulled him aside or asked him to meet with him after school. His teacher was acting like nothing had happened between them at all.

Izuku should be thankful the older man was leaving him alone after he had been so adamant about it last time, but…

Was Present Mic too busy to spend time with him again, or… had he gotten bored of him?

Izuku had started to feel increasingly insecure the longer his teacher went without asking him for anything. The thought of the man becoming bored of him made an awful feeling—something close to anger—start to form and make a permanent place in his chest.

Izuku was snapped out of his spiraling thoughts when the school bell rang, signaling the change of classes. His teacher left the classroom in more of a rush than usual, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him, but Izuku couldn’t linger on it for long.

His next class was even more dreadful than the last.

Izuku felt like throwing up when Midnight walked into the classroom a few minutes later, her heels clicking against the tile flooring.

It was only for a split second, but Midnight locked eyes with him from the front of the classroom, a look of anger flashing in them before it was concealed as she moved on to start her lesson.

Izuku was nauseous throughout the rest of her class, unable to focus on anything she was teaching them. He could only think about the anger in her cold, sapphire eyes and what would come from it.

“Midoriya,” Midnight said after the bell rang, signaling the change of classes. Her tone was light, none of the previous anger she showed being heard. “May I speak with you in the hallway for a moment?”

His heart stopped beating when she singled him out before it started pounding in his chest once he registered her words.

Izuku tried his best not to freak out and cause a scene from her seemingly innocent request. Even if they were just going to be out in the hallway, he found that he didn’t want to be alone with her.

“Y-yeah,” Izuku stuttered, moving to get out of his seat to follow her out of the classroom. He rephrased when he noticed the downturn of her lips at his improper response. “I mean, um, yes, Sensei.”

Izuku heard a small growl escape Kacchan as he passed by him and he could feel his intense glare as he left the classroom.

Somehow, Kacchan had been acting even worse than Izuku throughout school.

Instead of withdrawing in on himself like Izuku had been doing, Kacchan had been nothing but aggressive towards not just their classmates, but their teachers as well.

Now that Izuku thought about it, perhaps that was the reason Present Mic had been so tense when glancing at their side of the room…

Kacchan had been reprimanded and even threatened with detention more than once, but he didn’t seem to care.

It only made Izuku more anxious, knowing that when Kacchan eventually reached his limit, he would out him and everything would come crashing down on him.

Izuku couldn’t help but wonder if he should warn his teacher about what his childhood friend had threatened to do.

Despite being upset with Kacchan, Izuku didn’t want to tell on him, knowing that nothing good would come from it.

He didn’t want to risk anything bad happening to him.

Izuku stepped out into the hallway and slid the door shut behind him. He instinctively took a step back and pressed himself against the door, cowering when Midnight turned her attention onto him.

“Why didn’t you meet with me after school yesterday?” Midnight asked, keeping her voice low. She sounded furious but seemed to be keeping in mind the other teachers walking to their next classes. “I was waiting for you.”

“I’m really sorry!” Izuku exclaimed, desperate to explain himself. He could feel tears start to form in his eyes as he tried his best to get her to believe him. “I didn’t mean to, I just—!”

Midnight held her hand up to silence him.

Izuku snapped his mouth shut at the unspoken command. He lowered his head in shame and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat.

It was silent for a moment.

“I’m going to have to punish you,” Midnight sighed, sounding annoyed. She didn’t seem angry anymore, but his heart still sank at her words.

Izuku remembered the pain from their first time together, and he wanted to get on his knees and beg her for forgiveness so that he never had to feel like that again.

Despite that, Izuku knew that no matter what he did or how much he begged her or cried about it, Midnight wouldn’t change her mind.

“Yes, Sensei,” Izuku whispered, feeling defeated. He kept his head down as he desperately fought back the tears that threatened to spill over.

Midnight didn’t say anything else as she turned around and walked to her next class, her heels clicking against the tile flooring as she left.

Izuku took a moment to compose himself before sliding open the door and entering the classroom.

Kacchan’s intense, crimson gaze was on him the moment he stepped back inside. Izuku ignored it along with the concerned glances from his classmates as he made the humiliating walk back to his desk.

None of his friends asked him what happened, seemingly already knowing that he wouldn’t answer them.

The moment the final bell rang, Kacchan shot up from his seat, immediately moving to leave the classroom. Izuku rushed to gather his things, intending to follow him out but was stopped when his teacher called out his name.

“Midoriya,” Aizawa said. He didn’t raise the volume of his voice, keeping his tone at his usual monotone.

“Yes?” Izuku asked. His voice was strained from his impatience. “Is there something you need from me?”

“Could you stay behind for a moment?” Aizawa asked, looking at him with an unreadable expression. Despite it being phrased like a request, it was an obvious command. “I would like to speak with you about something important.”

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

Izuku bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from complaining aloud. He clenched his fists to get rid of some of the irritation brewing in his gut, his nails digging into his skin hard enough to bleed.

“Yes, Sensei,” Izuku muttered, barely managing to conceal his growing frustration.

His teacher nodded at him but didn’t say anything more as he waited for his classmates to leave the room.

Izuku noticed his friends sending him concerned looks as they left, which made him feel even angrier at his teacher for making him worry them further.

After the classroom door slid shut as the last person left the room, Izuku crossed his arms and glared at his teacher, allowing himself to be confrontational with him.

“What,” Izuku asked, his voice flat.

Aizawa blinked in surprise at his attitude. There was an awkward silence when it took him a moment to move on from his surprise.

“…I’ve noticed that you’ve been struggling a bit in your classes,” His teacher said. His words were blunt, but not unkind. “And ignoring your physical performance during heroics, you’ve always been one of the best-performing students since the beginning of the school year… I wanted to ask you if there was anything that I could help you with.”

Izuku stayed silent as he listened to his concerns and the resulting ‘offer’ being given to him.

Aizawa was doing a perfect job at being nothing more than a concerned teacher worried about his student’s well-being.

Izuku was not impressed.

Really? He was going to pretend that he cared about how he felt about this?

“And why wouldn’t I care?” Aizawa asked, answering his thoughts.

Izuku blinked.

Ah, he had said that out loud.

Internally, Izuku cursed himself for his mumbling before feeling a flare of irritation when his teacher’s words registered with him.

There was every reason for Aizawa not to care about what he wanted!

“Why does every teacher want to fuck me!” Izuku shouted, finally having reached his limit with the older man. “Why can’t you people just leave me alone!”

Izuku didn’t care that he was being loud, having learned over time that these classrooms were practically soundproof once their doors slid shut.

Aizawa flinched at his outburst and looked down at him with wide eyes, his expression nothing but bewildered.

It was the most emotion that Izuku had ever seen from his teacher.

“What?”

Izuku felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped on his head. His anger was washed away and his heart sank at the unexpected reaction.

That… that didn’t seem like a feigned reaction.

“Is that… is that not what you wanted from me?” Izuku murmured, his voice void of emotion.

“No,” Aizawa asserted. His voice was firm, leaving no room for speculation. “It wasn’t.”

Izuku felt numb. He shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that.

“I wanted to figure out what was wrong,” Aizawa revealed, sounding upset by his own words. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked down at him with a pained expression. “You’ve become increasingly withdrawn over the past month. I’ve had multiple of your classmates come to me to express their concerns as well.”

Izuku felt incredibly stupid as his teacher explained himself.

“Has… has a teacher propositioned you like that before?” Aizawa asked before something shifted in his expression. “Was it one of your teachers here?”

His homeroom teacher had an intense look on his face at the mere idea of it.

“N-no,” Izuku denied, his voice wobbling. It didn’t sound very convincing, even to his own ears.

He started trembling in fear at the severity of what he had done registered with him. He didn’t know if he would rather throw up or start sobbing uncontrollably at the realization.

He had screwed everything up.

Kacchan got what he wanted in the end, Izuku thought with much more bitterness than he realized he had been harboring toward the other boy.

“Midoriya,” Aizawa muttered, his voice gentle despite still being firm with him. “I need you to tell me who it was.”

“S-sensei, I—” Izuku’s throat tightened and he struggled to form words. His voice was thick with tears. “I don’t—”

He cut himself off, unable to continue when he realized that his teacher wasn’t going to let this go.

Maybe, if it wasn’t for the argument that he had with Kacchan prior, and the threat that he had left him with, Izuku would’ve refused to tell his teacher, but…

Izuku was tired.

He was tired of sneaking around and lying to the people he cared about because of the shame of what he had been doing and the resulting fear of people finding out about it.

It was draining him both physically and mentally, and he didn’t know how much longer he could go on like this.

“Kayama-Sensei and Yamada-Sensei,” Izuku blurted, not letting himself second-guess the decision to tell him.

Aizawa flinched.

“What?” Aizawa whispered, sounding as shaken as he looked. The little color of his already pale complexion had drained from his face and he looked down at him with an almost horrified expression. “They—”

His teacher cut himself off, seemingly unable to continue.

It was then that Izuku remembered that the trio had gone to U.A. together. They have been friends and have worked together for almost half of their lives.

They must’ve been close, right? …Would his teacher even believe him?

It took him a moment, but his teacher shook his head as if to shake off his disbelief. “When did this happen?”

Izuku didn’t respond, not knowing if it would be smart to tell him the full truth or not.

That it hadn’t been a one-time thing.

That Izuku had been on his way to have sex with one of them right now.

“A couple of weeks ago,” Izuku responded after thinking about it for a moment. He couldn't bring himself to look at the older man after the omission of truth.

“I… I need to report this,” Aizawa muttered, sounding as if he were talking to himself.

“No!” Izuku shouted on instinct. He lurched forward and grabbed the man’s sleeve, clutching onto it as he pleaded with him. “Please don’t tell anyone!”

Aizawa laid his calloused hand over his, enveloping his hand and gently squeezing it before prying it off of him.

“Midoriya,” His teacher said, sounding pained despite the softness of his words. “You know that I can’t do that.”

“It’s okay!” Izuku tried to reassure the older man, reaching out for him again as he continued pleading with him. “I liked it!”

His teacher looked stricken at his words and Izuku felt his heart sink when he realized words wouldn’t be enough to get him to understand that it was alright.

“I can show you,” Izuku blurted once he realized what he needed to do.

Aizawa looked down at him with a bewildered expression, seeming a bit lost.

“What?”

Izuku didn’t hesitate to drop to his knees in front of the older man, his face directly in front of his crotch. He looked up at the man with wide, glossy eyes, his desperation clear on his face.

“I can make you feel good,” Izuku rushed to reassure him. He reached out and grabbed onto the man’s pant leg as he pleaded with him. “I promise!”

Izuku fought back tears when he leaned forward and nuzzled his face against his crotch.

“Midoriya,” Aizawa gritted, suddenly sounding angry at him for the first time. He took a step back to put distance between them. “Stop it.”

Izuku just crawled closer to him in desperation and this time grabbed his hip to keep him in place.

His teacher stiffened when he tried taking another step back before realizing he couldn’t while in his grip.

“Midoriya…” Aizawa said slowly, his voice careful as he tried removing the hand off of him. “You need to let go of me.”

“Let me do this,” Izuku didn’t budge, still holding his hip in his strong grip. He knew that he should let his teacher go, but in his desperation, he couldn’t get himself to stop now. “I can show you.”

Izuku just needed to show him, then he would understand.

He just needed to show him that it was alright, that his other teachers had liked it.

That Izuku liked it.

“Please?” Izuku murmured against the older man’s groin, his lips brushing against the fabric of his uniform as he pressed his face against his bulge.

“You’re already getting hard,” Izuku said, his voice soft as if he were breaking bad news to him.

Aizawa flinched as if Izuku had struck him, but he didn’t deny it.

It was true after all.

Izuku could feel his teacher’s growing arousal against his face as it started to strain against the fabric of his pants.

Aizawa seemed frozen in place after he called him out on it and he stopped trying to get out of the unrelenting hold on his hip.

Izuku used the opportunity to unbuckle the man’s belt before unzipping the front of his uniform. His cock was straining against the front of his boxers without the fabric of his uniform in the way, as if desperate for freedom.

Izuku leaned forward and mouthed his cock through his boxers, feeling it twitch beneath the fabric.

After a moment, he hooked his fingers over the waistband of his boxers, not hesitating to pull them down and expose the older man.

Izuku let his teacher’s cock spring out and slap his face, hoping that he would like that. His cock twitched against his freckled cheek, and Izuku had to bite down on his bottom lip to stifle the smile forming on his face.

His previous fears had subsided after seeing the proof of the older man’s arousal, and Izuku couldn’t help but feel a little bit excited that he was being allowed to do this.

Izuku had always thought that the man was handsome, even despite his haggard appearance and the obvious exhaustion that clung to him.

His face felt warm as he used his hand to bring the older man’s cock closer to his lips, turning his head to press a lingering kiss on the side of it.

His teacher was only half-hard, not even at full mass, but his cock was fat and hung heavy between his legs.

Izuku would love to have it inside of him.

He looked up at his teacher to see his reaction, noting his clenched jaw and his averted gaze.

Izuku parted his lips and gently started sucking at the side of it, using his hand to run along its length as it thickened from his touch.

His teacher’s hips bucked forward at the stimulation but he was still refusing to look at him despite his obvious enjoyment from what he was doing.

Izuku frowned when he noticed, a bitter feeling starting to brew in his gut.

He wanted his teacher to look at him. He wanted his teacher to see him.

Izuku pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his cock before poking his tongue out and pressing it against his slit.

Aizawa made a sudden choking noise, his eyes wide as they snapped down to look at him. His lips were slightly parted as a blush formed on his face.

Izuku enveloped its head between his lips, letting it slip into his mouth with ease. He started gently sucking on it, and he felt pre-cum start to leak out onto his tongue.

He moaned from the taste of it, taking it as encouragement as he sank down while keeping eye contact. Izuku tried taking his full length inside of his mouth but stopped when his jaw began to ache.

His dick was bigger than anything Izuku had taken before with his mouth, but he was determined to do his best to pleasure the man.

His mouth filled with saliva as his cock sat heavy on his tongue and he felt it grow to full mass inside his mouth.

Izuku pulled back and let out small muffled moans as he began bobbing his head up and down its length.

Aizawa grabbed a handful of his curls, trembling as he slowly began moving in and out of Izuku’s mouth, his movements getting bolder with each thrust.

Izuku’s eyes slipped shut as he lost himself in the pleasure of having his mouth refilled with each thrust.

He started bobbing his head faster to keep pace with his teacher as he began to fuck into his mouth. His saliva started to overflow as it was pushed in and out of his mouth with each thrust.

He didn’t care as it dripped down his chin and stained his shirt while he watched the man through his eyelashes, loving seeing him at this angle.

Izuku couldn’t help himself as he shuffled his hips forward and ground his groin against his teacher’s boot. He let out a loud, muffled moan at the combination of pain from rough fabric rubbing against his throbbing clit and the resulting pleasure that shot through him from the feeling of it.

His eyes slipped shut again as they rolled back into his skull and he instinctively started rolling his hips as he tried to recreate the sensation.

Aizawa let go of his strong grip on his hair and started carding his fingers through his curls as he continued thrusting into his mouth.

Izuku’s flushed face felt like it was on fire and he felt a combination of warmth and adoration blossom in his chest at the softness of the action.

He pulled back after a moment, letting his dick go with a loud pop. He immediately started jerking the man off, not wanting to stop pleasuring him.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Izuku rasped, his voice a bit hoarse from using his mouth. He didn’t bother to wipe the excess saliva off his lips as he started swirling his tongue around the tip of his cock.

Aizawa groaned at the feeling and grabbed a handful of his hair again. His eyes were squeezed shut as he tilted his head back and lost himself in the pleasure of it.

“How do you want it?” Izuku asked with a pleased smile. It made him happy seeing his teacher feel so good and knowing that he was the reason for it.

Aizawa blinked his eyes open and his head lolled to the side as he looked down at him in confusion.

“How do you want to cum?” Izuku clarified, jerking the man off a bit faster. He stuck out his tongue, letting it glide beneath the head of his cock before running it along its leaking slit.

“In my mouth or on my face?” Izuku murmured against the tip of his cock. His dick twitched at his words, a sudden burst of precum coming out and coating his lips.

His teacher looked conflicted, but after a moment of hesitation, he made a small, whimpering noise like he was in pain.

“Your face,” Aizawa groaned, sounding ashamed by his admission.

Izuku laughed a bit at that. He was smiling as he started sucking on its head again and increased the speed of his hand movements.

His teacher was staring down at him as if he were unable to look away. His dick twitched and pulsated in his hand, and a moment later, his hips stuttered before he came with a bitten-off shout.

Izuku swallowed some of his cum, not being able to help himself. He continued jerking the man off as he pulled back and let the rest of his cum spill onto his face.

It shot out over his eyelid and nose before the rest spilled onto his cheek as his teacher’s dick continued twitching and pulsating in his hand.

Izuku’s nose scrunched up at the feeling, and he kept his eye shut, unable to open it from the cum on his eyelid. His mouth was agape as he let out small, desperate moans as he chased his climax.

Izuku leaned back on his forearms as he angled his hips to better grind his clothed clit against the older man’s boot.

His back arched when his teacher suddenly ground the front of his shoe against his throbbing clit. He let out a wailing noise at the painful feeling, his entire body locking up when his climax hit him.

His legs were shaking through his orgasm and he whined as his hips continued bucking forward on their own throughout it.

His head dropped as he caught his breath after the high of his orgasm and he noticed the wetness that had started to soak through the fabric of his pants.

Izuku felt like an absolute mess.

His underwear was filled with his own discharge and his face was covered in cum.

In the heat of the moment, the idea of having the older man bust on his face had been arousing, but now in the aftermath, it just felt gross.

Izuku pulled out the handkerchief hidden inside his uniform jacket and used the cloth to wipe the discharge from his face.

He had never felt more thankful for his mother’s insistence on always keeping one on him.

Izuku felt a pang of guilt at the thought of his mother. He had never thought he would be using the handkerchief she gave him for something like this…

Izuku grimaced as he looked down at the smeared cum staining the now-defiled fabric after he was done wiping his face with it.

He will definitely be trashing it after this…

Izuku dropped the dirtied cloth onto the floor, no longer wanting to hold it. He ignored his troubling thoughts and turned his attention towards his teacher.

Aizawa had his eyes squeezed shut and his chest was heaving as he caught his breath. His softening cock was still out, a little dribble of cum dripping down its tip.

Izuku used all of his self-control to ignore the immediate instinct to lick it up.

His teacher let out a trembling breath as he tucked his dick into his boxers and zipped up his pants, not bothering to buckle his belt.

Izuku frowned at the action, feeling disappointed that they wouldn’t be going any further.

He was still horny...

Aizawa blinked open his eyes and looked down at him with an unreadable expression. After a moment of hesitation, his teacher crouched down beside him.

Izuku couldn’t help himself as he scooted closer to his teacher, wanting to be closer to him. He shuffled between his legs and let out a small sigh as he rested his head against his thigh.

“You liked it,” Izuku murmured as he looked up at his teacher through his eyelashes, waiting to see his reaction. “Didn’t you?”

Aizawa didn’t answer the question, instead, he looked down at him with an almost pained expression.

Regret.

Izuku felt his heart drop when he recognized the emotion.

He remembered the overwhelming feeling of regret he felt after his first time with Midnight and the connection made him feel sick to his stomach.

If he had made Aizawa feel like that…

Izuku burst into tears at the mere thought of it.

“I’m sorry,” Izuku sobbed.

He had done all that for nothing and had hurt his teacher in the process after the man had been so kind to him.

“No! Midoriya, I—” Aizawa stopped when Izuku flinched from the volume of his voice. He laid a calloused hand on his freckled cheek and wiped his tears. “I’m sorry.”

Izuku shook his head and pulled away from the comforting touch, not wanting to hear it. He tried to scoot backward to put distance between them but the older man stopped him.

“You…” His teacher cupped his tear-stained cheek and wiped his tears once more before speaking again. “You wouldn’t have felt the need to— to do something like that if I had noticed that something was wrong sooner. I’m your teacher, and I should’ve— I could have stopped you, and I… I shouldn’t have gone along with it.”

“It’s not your fault,” Aizawa said, his voice firm as his grip on his freckled cheek tightened.

Izuku let out a broken sob at his words, shaking his head in disagreement.

He couldn’t get himself to admit that even if the older man had tried to stop him, he wouldn’t have taken no for an answer in his state of pure desperation.

Aizawa wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer when he continued sobbing despite his reassurances. “It’s… It’ll be okay. It’s not your fault.”

Izuku continued shaking his head as he buried his face into the crook of his teacher’s neck as the man rubbed circles into his back with a firm hand.

It felt nice for someone to touch him without it being sexual.

This didn’t feel like how Midnight or Present Mic comforted him after sex. That now felt fake in comparison.

Izuku felt starved for his touch.

Despite knowing that he didn’t deserve it after what he had done, Izuku calmed down enough to speak again from his continued touch. “I— I liked it! I did— I promise that I did! I was just tired today. I was in a bad mood. I’m sorry!”

Izuku knew that he was rambling but he was unable to stop the onslaught of words as he tried to get his teacher to understand.

“Please don’t tell anyone…” Izuku sobbed, pleading with him. It was a pathetic attempt and he felt useless when his teacher wasn’t swayed by it.

“Midoriya…” Aizawa murmured. He sounded regretful. “That’s not… You know that I can’t do that.”

“I don’t— I don’t want anyone to get in t-trouble because of me,” Izuku admitted through his sobs. It would be his fault after messing everything up.

Midnight told him that he could take it—that he would bend but not break—but he was too weak in the end.

“Please, don’t tell anyone!” Izuku repeated, his desperate voice rising as he begged him once more. “Please!”

He wasn’t begging him not to tell anyone what had happened between him and his other teachers either.

Izuku knew that if anyone found out about what he had done to his homeroom teacher, he would definitely be pulled from the hero course or even kicked out of school.

He couldn’t… he couldn’t let that happen.

Izuku didn’t want to leave his friends behind. He didn’t want to fail as a successor for his hero.

His bottom lip quivered as he looked up at his teacher with wide, pleading eyes. His future was in the man’s hands with this single decision.

Aizawa stared down at him with a conflicted expression. He didn’t say anything for a long time and the prolonged silence made it difficult for Izuku breathe.

It was quiet except for the sound of his small, shuddering sobs as he waited for the man to decide what he would do with him.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Aizawa said after a couple of minutes, sounding weary as he revealed his decision.

Izuku let out a loud, sob of relief at his words. He clung to the man as he buried his tear-stained face into his soaked shirt.

“Thank you!” Izuku gasped, feeling like he could breathe again. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“I’ll talk to Yamada and Kayama,” Aizawa promised. “I’ll make sure that they leave you alone from now on.”

Despite his immediate worries, Izuku found himself believing the older man. It didn’t make him feel any better about what had happened, but at least it was over now.