Aizawa glances to the clock, knowing thereβs mere seconds before his students begin lining up outside, and that any further conversation if this manner would mean grave consequences for you both. So he ends it quickly:
Depends, he stands and brushes off his shirt, downing the rest of his coffee and setting the mug back down a little rougher than he meant to, Does it make you wanna fuck me?
Playing it all off as nonchalant, he walks out from behind his desk and throws open the classroom door, greeting the students with his usual drawl. But on the insideβ¦ he feels dizzy, his heart racing and his blood pumping, sweat starting to form on his temple as he resists every urge to see your reaction, hoping to god he hasnβt just earned himself a sexual harassment charge.
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my whole face turns bright pink at how blatant he is, asking such a question like that and turning around to act like nothing happened. and then to let the students in, while iβm still dumbfounded by what he just said.. it all has heat pooling in my core, making me all the more embarrassed
but i dont let his question go unanswered. once all the students are in their seats, and shoutaβs begun the lesson, i jot down a quick note and clear my throat to get his attention
i dont even care that i interrupt his explanation of the day ahead, i just try my best not to smirk as i pass him the note, forcing him to read it while all the kids are watching while they all assume its just some note about todayβs lesson
yes, it most certainly does
