Frustrations of a Fangirl: Chapter 2
The whole next day, Eri was noticeably more aloof and daydreamy Her classmates conspired and Shouta raised an eyebrow at the blush on her face as she stared aimlessly at the wall, only to blush even more with a nervous chuckle when questioned as to why.
"Eri."
It felt strange to Eri. She had these thoughts about Deku before, but her experience the previous night had only heightened her hormonal infatuation with the older hero. Now, she truly wanted to know how his hands would feel against her. Not over her clothes, but past that, on her naked skin.
"Eri!"
She wanted to know how it felt. How it felt to have the number one hero – HER number one hero – to be splayed out over her, passionately yet gently caressing her toned, slim body before he takes her into his arms and inserts hi-
"Eri!"
She awoke from her daydream with a a startled jump, her cheeks and ears flushed as her eyes widened in shock.
"Y-yes da-sir?" She corrected.
"You were slacking off. Don't let me catch you again or you'll be in for it."
The tired hero, Eraserhead, stared at her with squinted, droopy eyes at her red face, sensing a hint of embarrassment. He lingered for a moment before stopping.
"Good. Now, let's continue."
Despite the intrusion, the thoughts still clogged the Reverse Heroine's mind the entire day. Last night was just euphoric, an awakening she never knew she was missing. The bothered questions of her classmates endured, as she quickly dismissed them with an "I'm tired" and an understanding nod from the questioner.
After class had ended, Shouta Aizawa pondered – it appeared as though neither of the duo's minds were at rest. He grimaced as he looked back to her aloof expression and red face, reminding him of Ms Joke. The same god-awful expression she made when he was accompanying the same room as her.
He couldn't fathom it. HIS innocent, gorgeous little girl was taking the fancy of some boy. His mind faltered however, as he reflected. After her... time with the Yakuza, she surely knew better than to blindly trust just any boy she liked the look of.
He sighed and trudged out the room, sleeping bag in tow, muttering to himself.
"Damn teenagers..."
The walk to Deku's agency was filled with glee, as Eri walked with a bounce in her step, her red trainers bounding with each step. She was dressed in a (new) pair of tights and jean shorts, today wearing a black Deku tee. She opened the door, walking towards the front desk. As she was a regular visiter, they had grown quite used to her weekly visits to the pro hero.
"Hello, Aizawa. Are you here to see Deku again?"
The girl only nodded, as the receptionist smiled.
"Unfortunately, he's out on a spur of the moment mission. Though, I'm sure it will be fine if you wait in his office."
Eri thanked her and left for the office, opening the door to the spacious room, lined with mahogany and leather – along with the occasional All Might memorabilia.
There, she saw his leather armchair. She was giddy with excitement as she went to sit in it, his large indent in the seat making her feel small, as she took up only half of it; her thin arms resting on the giant armrests. Deku made the chair look so small, yet Eri felt tiny in the chair.
"He's so large... and muscular..."
She bites her lip as her mind wanders, knocked out of her daze by the opening of the door.
"Hey, Eri!" Deku said, smiling. "Great chair, huh?"
"Yeah, it is!" She hopped up, allowing him to take his usual spot in the room as she sat on the couch opposite of the desk. Her perverted thoughts vanished just as quickly as they had appeared, when she looked at his tender, freckled face and smile.