Chapter 3

*flashback*

His choice of the evening had been rather dark compared to her typical taste, watching the blood and gore splatter across the projector screen that shown on the wall.

They sat huddled together on the floor, leaning on the side of his desk. Draped under and partially over them was his sleeping bag, and across their laps was a small throw blanket she had brought. It was late, near 3am when she offered up the idea of spending time together before class had ended. At first Aizawa thought it was an odd way of wording it, not that he was against genuine quality time. It certainly was lacking. But to say that implied a relationship, and neither were sure what they had yet.

Until she jumped, snuggling closer into his chest as a slasher scene appeared on the screen. The loud jump scare startling her enough to knock over the popcorn nearby.

"You dumped the popcorn," he said in a bored fashion.

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

Ochako scooted away long enough to pick up the bits that scattered around. He noted her long legs sticking out from under the blanket, her curvy shorts climbing higher up. Hidden partially under the thick sweat shirt she wore that he had given her weeks ago. It was another personal way to lay claim.

So badly he had wanted to caress her was held back for her sake. This time she insisted on actually doing something together, like a private date. How could he say no after everything they had done?

Ochako finished picking up the pieces, arching her back as she did so in anticipation of his feel. But it never came to her disappointment. The movie was very odd and didn't favor her appeal, so like they'd usually do she thought to make a hint, bending over to give him a good view as she reached for the popcorn.

But he remained still, staring straight forward at the screen. His eyes illuminated with the graphic images. Unbeknownst to her, he was ignoring her on purpose, less give away his arousal. Aizawa was being polite if anything.

He felt her shift back into place by his side, draping an arm around her shoulders as she nuzzled into him. It was so late, he could feel himself falling asleep. The heavy eyelids making way. Surely he'd like to be at home in his comfortable bed, but more than that he wished she could be there with him. Curled under his sheets rather than a classroom. Maybe somehow soon he'd have that.

Finally his eyes drifted closed, leaning his head on his arm that was propped up by one knee. Ochako could hear labored breathing as they became shallow. She turned a little to catch a glimpse of his sleeping form.

Am I boring him?

A slight snore erupted from him, and she couldn't hold back a small giggle. The longer she stared at him, the glosser her eyes became. Regardless of what the other girls might say, he was absolutely gorgeous to her. The way his hair held his strong facial features, boy if only they could see the mangled scars from battle along his perfectly toned body. A private show for her to enjoy.

So very carefully, she moved. Undoing his arm from her shoulders, she shoved it around her back as she lifted herself onto him. Snaking both of her legs on each side of him, then placing her hands on his chest. He stirred, opening his eyes to blink a few times realizing he fell asleep.

"I didn't mean to bore you Mr. Aizawa," she whispered seductively, aware that calling him that would get a reaction.

And right on cue, his eyes reddened and his hair stood, glaring hard at her.

"It's. Shouta.," he warned. She felt the ends of her shirt being raised slightly to get access to her stomach, observing her reactions at the feel of his rough hand. Ochako began to writhe a little the higher he went, knowing she hadn't worn a bra.

His other arm wrapped around her throat gently, pulling her face an inch from his.

"If you call me Aizawa again, you'll be the reason the class runs extra laps."

Ochako swallowed, knowing he'd do it too just to show her who's boss. Like the last time she had sneaked the answers to a test after they had fooled around, so he gave them all a pop quiz 3 times in one week. All on subjects she had trouble with.

"That's not fair!," she added, gasping as his hand finally reached her left breast. He cupped it, still staring straight at her while loving the expressions she gave. The hot feel of her skin, burning through his cold hand made her arch her back at the touch, moaning softly.

"Then don't disobey me," he teased, rolling the bud in between his fingers while massaging her breast.

"Y-Yes sir," Ochako complied, leaning closer to capture his lips in hers. The movie was nothing but background noise at this point, neither one would be aware if someone were to waltz in. He had made sure they were the only people in the building before taking part in this after all.

They battled for dominance, hands trailing into his hair as she whimpered. Her legs began to shake with need, that familiar light headed feel coming. He slowly raised her shirt just high enough to expose both breast now, the cool air hitting her as she shivered.

Aizawa pulled away to kiss down her throat, hungrily grabbing her sides to force her hips to grind onto him. She cried out, holding his hair tighter the lower he got until his hot mouth clamped over one of them. Ochako could feel his tongue moving wonders over the bud before kissing it, moving to the other. With her head thrown back, she moaned loudly. Yearning for more.

Her hands left his hair to fiddled with his belt. He stopped, looking up at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Impatient much?"

She only shook her head vigorously, a bead of drool leaking down the corner of her mouth as her mind grew hazy. A thick shade of red went across her cheeks, standing briefly to slip out of her shorts. Aizawa finished the job for her, reactivating his quirk at the sight of how anxious she was for him to be inside.

Steadily she positioned herself above him, both hands holding onto the edge of the desk for support. He hissed as he felt her walls come around him, the sweet sound of her shriek sending shocks throughout his body. At least this time it was her turn to make the first move and he gratefully accepted it.

He gritted his teeth together as she immediately began to move at a quick pace, giving herself no time to adjust. Her face was pained but quickly was replaced with pleasure as the room filled with her cries. Mouth open, panting heavily.

"Fuck," he cursed, grabbing the back of her shoulders to force her down onto him harder, his assault sending her head back screaming towards the ceiling. Her nails dug into the wood as she felt him fill her inside as far as he could go.

All she could get was a peek at his demonic eyes boring into her as she came hard. Stars flooding her closed eyes. Her noises quieted but his rhythm did not cease, grinding into her harder as he forced their hips to rock.

"S-Shouta," she cried, her body feeling limp. She pressed her forehead against his as she let him continue his intrusion on her weak body. Close enough, he forced her into a rough kiss. Snarling in her mouth, both breathing heavily through their nostrils.

Unable to hold back anymore, he slammed her down onto him in one final thrust. Burying himself deep inside of her as he came. She yelped but their mouths never untangled, the feel of his hot seed making her quiver.

Finally they parted, gasping for air as her face lingered close by. A small smile tugged on the corner of her mouth that went unnoticed from his closed, resting eyes. These were the times where she felt the happiest, and all she could do was enjoy it. Not knowing when the last day together would come. Would they continue this until graduation? It was unknown, but she could hope they would continue this even after that.

"Are you… Gunna chaperone the… Dance in the.. Later weeks?," she huffed.

He was still struggling to catch his own breath, the overuse of his quirk and the late hours taking a toll on the exhaustion.

Shit. He had completely forgotten about that.

"Why? Are you expecting us to show up together?," he mused.

While he had a point, the words still stung slightly. Deep down she hoped they could do so, arm in arm.

"Well no.. But I'd like to see you."

He looked up at her for a moment, offering a charming look to ease the sad expression she wore. Pulling her in close for a soft embrace, he whispered, "How about I give you a dance while I'm there?"

Her heart tripped over itself at that, excitement overflowing. She felt wide awake with thoughts of what to wear now. How to do her hair or makeup. All of it had to be absolutely perfect now.

"Yes Mr. Aizawa!," exclaimed.

"That's it. Extra laps."

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It was that very naive, childish state that had gotten them into this situation. If only she had been stronger, braver than her counterparts that tried their hardest to fit in battle. To protect each other from the villains that invaded the rescue training area and hurt Thirteen.

The only comfort in that given time was the last look he gave her over his shoulder before charging forward. And in the end, he was carried out broken and bloodied. Is that what he faced daily for people like her? Did he know there was a moment where he could die? All she could do was watch in horror as the bones snapped, filling the room with his screams. After watching his debut on the battlefield, she assumed he could handle it with how much grace he fought.

The more she pondered it, the more selfish she began to view herself. Her friends were also hurt. Other people and all she could picture was Aizawa.

The images of that day clouded her dreams, filling them with nightmares of his bloodied face. The strain on his body as he tried hard, even in his last moments, to protect his students. It would end with her scream, a harrowing shriek of his name, "SHOUTA!," followed by her sweat soaked body sitting up, struggling for air. Her brows furrowed trying to take in her surroundings of the dark dorm bedroom. Not the passion filled nights in the classroom with his gorgeous smile, leaving her empty for days on in while he recovered. Thankfully no one had asked why she screamed his first name like that as Bakugou held her back in a firm lock while they carried their teacher out. Sure she could sense them exchanging strange looks about her, but no one asked as she struggled to break free from his grip. No one came knock to see if she was okay. She was grateful.

This time it was 10pm. She tried to go to bed earlier, same as the rest, the house being eerily quiet since the incident. But the visions of what happened would rise the second she fell asleep.

Ochako lay awake in the dark, staring up at the ceiling. Her hands clasped over her stomach. Bags held heavy under her eyes from lack of sleep and worry. It was obvious she had cried in the last few days, if the surrounding students hadn't already heard her.

.. I should've appreciated that last night together..

She sat up, eyeing her boots across the room. Maybe no one would be at the school at this hour so she could do visit. After all, they weren't permitted to go into the recovery room so she hadn't even seen his condition.

"Relax. It'll be just like sneaking around like before," she said to herself.

Casting any apprehension aside, she quickly made her way across the room. Grabbing her jacket hanging on the wall and lacing the boots around her feet. Then she tucked her slept on hair into a bun and crept out of the room, careful to watch the creak of her door.

The lights were out in the hallways, meaning everyone had also retired for the night. If they were awake, they'd probably be laying in bed texting.

Closing it back in place after making sure the coast was clear, she made her way over to her balcony outside. Floating down would be easier than using the halls, the only problem was their was more lightning from the street lamps.

She took a deep breath and jumped over the railing, using her quirk at the last minute to float just above the ground, then releasing.

Turning to make sure no one was around, she ducked down. Noticing the fridge light was on and little Mineta was still awake, eyeing the snacks inside.

Ochako knew not to make a sound, creeping under the windows along the hedges.

Once around the side of the building, she made a dash straight for the large metal doors. She pushed on them hard, but to no avail they were locked shut.

Oh well. One of the windows would lead to the infirmary, and hopefully it'd be one of these nearby.

She walked around the building just enough to take an educated guess where the room would be before deciding.

Then, she used her quirk once more. Floating high above the ground, she tried not to look down. Her eyes only scanning the insides for any traces. Until suddenly she came across one with a large white bed, at the end were what looked like feet indentions from it being occupied.

She grabbed the side of the building, her fingertips holding onto the bricks best she could while ignoring the pain of the sharp edges. She pulled herself closer to get a good look, seeing no one else around.

She managed to fiddle with the window until it opened, the old lock coming loose. Quietly she pushed it open, pulling herself inside before deactivating her quirk. Ochako breathed heavy, feeling her body grow tired already from the overuse. She listened good for any sign of adults walking around the corridor, but it was as silent as the dorms.

Shutting the window closed, she hesitately made her way over to the side of the bed. Would he be mangled and disfigured? Her heart wouldn't be able to handle anything like that. This may have been what she signed up for in the beginning, but the hard truth of it didn't dawn until she saw his horrid state. Blood leaking down his mouth and whole face.

Awkwardly, she pulled the curtains aside, revealing him in the bed. He was the only one present, Thirteen being kept close by in a different room.

She gasped, covering her mouth as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. He was so badly bandaged that there was no sight of his face. Special padding was over his eyes, which she assume took the most damage. And an arm was clearly broken, while the other was also wrapped completely. There was no sign of skin, even his fingertips were covered.

"Oh no," she whispered, throwing herself at his side in the rolling chair. Ochako gripped his blanket until her knuckles were white, sobs wracking through her body. The hot tears spilled down her cheeks, gently placing her head on his shoulder. Though he hadn't awakened, his breathing slow in a comatose state.

"I'm so s-sorry."

Down the hallway, Present Mic whistled a tune as he strolled along with a little pep in his step. There were no worries for his friend as Recovery Girl said he'd wake soon. The injuries weren't so bad, but there was concern over his eyes and if they'd still be in use. There was no use fretting which was why they hadn't told the students just yet.

Thirteen would also be alright, better than Aizawa would after all.

He stopped once he reached the outside of his room, ceasing the noise he made to listen intently. No one else was supposed to be around except Recovery Girl who was in her own personal room on ground campus. Only the teachers were allowed to grace the halls with a key, expecially at this time of night. Though he offered to do patrolling for everyone since All Might had done so several times.

"S-Shoutaa..," he heard, the sound of a young female in distress, holding his ear closer to the door.

"I-I should have helped y-you. Please, p-please come back soon."

What the hell? A student?

He crept the door open quietly, sliding past it just enough to fit. He took small steps, watching a small figures shadow through the white curtains sitting awfully close to his friend.

Taking a deep breath, the curtains yanked to the side. His eyes widened at the sight of a young girl with her hands holding onto the side of his friend immediately being pulled back into her lap. She sat up, mouth agape at being caught.

"What the hell? How'd you get in!?," he snapped.

"I-I-," she tried but her words fell. She was caught red handed and embarrassed. Hopefully he didn't think anything too strange of the encounter. And even if he did, would he be upset if he found out about his friends advances with a student? Everyone had known how close of friends he and Present Mic had been, but the question would still rise if he could be trusted. So for once, she had to lie.

"Well!?," he snapped once more, crossing his arms over his chest. Something definitely was odd about this since no student ever liked Aizawa, let alone a girl. That and how the hell did she get in?

"I-I was worried about m-my teacher so I s-snuck in. Please forgive me," she spilled, hurrying to stand and bow.

Present Mic wasn't very good at having authority or punishments. The look of her made him have immediate pity, the pale skin and blue eye bags. Quite frankly she looked like shit. Though it'd be no wonder at least one of them was worried after their underexposed encounter with actual villains years before they were ready. He hadn't been present but God knows what happened.

"Fine fine. Just go back to your dorm immediately. And don't tell anyone else you did this ya dig?"

"Yes sir," she added, making her way with her head held down around from the side of the bed. Hastily she past him out the door, ready to leave more than anything.

"Hey girl!," he called, halting her in the middle of the hallway.

"What's your name?"

She hesitately turned back around, giving a polite and tired smile.

"Ochako sir. Ochako Uraraka."

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Obviously there's alot of smut in this fanfic too so just sayin.