You have been working under Aizawa's small underground agency for nearly a year now. You hadn't known exactly where you were going to go once you'd gotten your training done under another heroes agency, to get your pro hero license, but Aizawa had heard about your missions and your quirk and had sent a request under your previous boss.
While you had gotten decent training from school and the agency, they were all geared more towards training the heroes in the spotlight. While you were able to adapt your shadow portal and essence powers to the ideals of the hero society, you felt you had learned so much more under pro-hero Eraserhead. He taught you to use your powers where they were best suited for, not trying to conform in order to be the #1 hero. It was all incredibly helpful and mind opening.
Things were going well.
There was the occasional late work night where it would be just the two of you in the office, it felt like there was a tension between you and Aizawa. Though most would not see it, he was incredibly attractive to you. First there was just the draw to him, but then you got to know him. He may have a slightly silly side and a penchant for sleeping bags, but when it got down to it, he was in it 100%, plus ultra.
You loved watching him work out how the mission would pan out, hair loosely tied up, rubbing the scruff on his chin, focusing intently on schedules and locations so the whole operation would run smoothly.
Not only a meticulous planner, but a fantastic tutor in stealthy attacks, defenses and exercises to better them. You were in decent shape before this, but the specific training and knowledge really helped boost your level. You even discovered new tricks you could do with your quirk.
Though you'd gotten closer in recent months, you still had not been able to make him smile. As far as you could tell the only person who could was Hizashi Yamada, and even then it was remarkably rare.
One time after a couple of drinks together after a successful mission, he had even gotten him to laugh and it was so abrupt and delightful, the look on his face so much softer than usual. He was technically your boss, and there should be no room for feelings or attraction in such a setting… but goddamn those small content smiles set your heart all a flutter, feeling lucky you could blame the blushing on the alcohol.
Yamada also never helped with those embarrassed sort of feelings. He was such a giant flirt; it felt like if he wasn't ribbing Aizawa, it was a compliment or an offer to ditch him and, "be gone with his mopey ass." Even after months of it you hadn't gotten used to it, even if it was just playful banter that you never expected to go past words. You knew that he would never actually ditch Aizawa for you or any other person he flirted with, it was just the way he was.
Still, the compliments were always nice and Yamada was also incredibly attractive when his hair wasn't done up for his hero costume and being purposefully over the top. It just looked so soft and shiny, you couldn't stop yourself from running your fingers through it after a couple drinks. And he had a heady, smokey wood cologne that smells so good and you just wanted to be surrounded by it.
Sometimes at the smaller tables, that combined with the more natural musky scent of Aizawa was almost too much. Just something about the combination of scents and the heat coming from them drove you wild. If one of them leaned over towards you to say something in your ear to be heard over the music… it's a wonder you didn't either spontaneously combust or orgasm right then and there. Either would be fine, really.
But still, hooking up with your boss or your boss's best friend would not be a good idea. No matter how delicious it seemed…
It had been a handful of weeks since you had helped Aizawa and the agency take down a larger ring of villains. It had been months of preparation, connecting with other agencies, planning and replanning, memorizing the roles of everyone and who all they needed to capture. There had been some minor hiccups, as there always are, but overall it went well and, you thought, it was all done with.
You were out celebrating with some of the heroes you had worked with, Aizawa and Yamada, naturally. It was a smaller scale bar and restaurant that had recently opened up and it seemed like a good spot to celebrate all the paperwork for the mission finally being finished.
What was not known, was that there was a distant connection to the gang that had just been taken down.
After some fine food, celebratory drinks and general chit chat, the groups finally parted ways. You left the bar with the 2 friends and headed towards the closest place, which was Aizawa's, all of you stumbling and laughing at Yamada's jokes.
The three of you were standing outside the door, waiting for Aizawa to unlock it when you glanced at Yamada and noticed how flush he was, head tilted back, green eyes darkened and peering at you over his askew glasses. You gulped and chuckled a bit awkwardly.
"Fuck, shit, I don't know what's happening. Shouta?" The words tumbled out all at once, hands covering his face as he stepped back until he hit the wall. Confused about his behavior, you took a step closer, raising a hand to feel his forehead. You felt a twinge of hurt as the blond man spit out more curses and looked like he was trying to crawl up the wall.
"The fucks wrong with you?" Aizawa chuckled, looking over his shoulder at the two of you. He faced you, eyebrows raised and a jab at Yamada on the tip of his tongue when he stopped suddenly and just murmured, "Shit..."
"Guys? What's wrong?" Nervous as Aizawa turned around fully, the door to his place swung slowly open. This was getting weirder by the second.
"Shouta, it's getting stronger…" Yamada said, a nervous vibrato entering his voice, he was rapidly breathing and his face was redder than you'd ever seen it. And the look in his eyes… you gulped. It felt like he was fucking you just with his gaze.
"Shit, fuck, Hizashi!" His eyes flashed red (which was honestly always such a turn on), his hair levitated a bit and the musical, vibrating verve at least left Yamada's tone.
Aizawa grabbed Yamada's arm, then yours, intending to drag you both in, but the second he grabbed your arm he hissed in surprise and released you. "Fucking! L/N. Shit, fuck this is bad."
You pulled away from them, "Yamada? Aizawa? What's wrong, you're starting to scare me…"
Both of them groaned at the sound of their names, Aizawa's more muffled and restrained, Yamada's full of need. Your face flushed as you had never heard such a noise from either of them. Yamada fanned himself and Aizawa tried to cover his face with his hand, hair starting to float around him, though his eyes didn't change color.
After a deep, very labored breath, Aizawa managed to speak through clenched teeth. "L/N… can we please go inside so I can explain… this." He vaguely pointed between the 3 of you.
"Is that a good idea…?" you bit your lip, a nervous habit. Both sets of eyes glanced down at the motion. Holy shit was that something, a pulse of desire shot straight to your core.
The atmosphere was getting extremely hot and heavy very quickly.
Aizawa tore his gaze away and looked at the wall, hiding behind his scarf. "I.. might have an idea of what this is, but please come inside so I can explain. In private. It's quite… it's-"
"Fuck, Shouta it's not…? I thought you got him!" Yamada managed to stutter out.
You couldn't recall a time when Aizawa had been at a loss for words, he was always so sure and confident in what he was saying. "Okay, I trust you."
"I'm not so sure you will after this, L/N..."
He opened the door and directed the two of you to sit while he grabbed more drinks, it felt like everyone would need it.
Yamada yelped and jumped up as you sat by him on the loveseat. Even if he looked embarrassed, it still hurt your feelings.
He saw your expression and started a string of nonsense again. "Fuck! Shit! L/N, it's not you- I mean- it is you but it's not you. Not like that!" He had grabbed your shoulders at the end and was about to stammer more out before he let out a whimper and buckled, crouching over you, foreheads almost touching.
Shit, what was wrong with him?
You could hardly move between not knowing what was happening and his intoxicating scent enveloping you and his long hair cascading down and tickling your cheeks.
A choked groan escaped him and he ran one of his hands through his hair, various expressions crossing his face.
Aizawa walked back in and as he was placing the drinks down, his scarf snapped to life, dragging and confining him to the armchair. He took a long sip of his own drink, then held up another to Yamada, who gladly tilted his head back and downed the whole drink in one go.
Fuck that is really hot, you thought, unable to look away from the 2 red faced men, one tied up and gladly drinking from the cup the other man was offering.
You watched wide eyed at the scene, gulping loudly, drawing both of their gazes back to you.
Yamada groaned again and licked the last bit of the drink from his lips, your eyes following the motion closely.
Aizawa let out a snort and shoved Yamada's head lightly. "Always so dramatic." He placed the 2 cups down, handing the third one to you, taking the seat beside you.
"So..." You began and took a sip, it was the drink you usually ordered when you all went out. You felt a bit touched that he remembered that.
"So," Aizawa concurred, eyebrows furrowed, eyes intense as he stared at you.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck. You couldn't concentrate when he looked at you like that.
He sighed deeply and his expression became irritated. "This is going to be awkward, L/N."