"Sensei?"

"Yes, Izumi?"

"What are you doing?"

Shota Aizawa sighed and stilled his hand, resting it on his upper thigh. "Have we not had this discussion already, brat?"

A profound silence met him. It made the already black classroom seem even darker. Aizawa waited a few seconds until he was sure Izumi was going to remain quiet, then went back to his long, slow movements, the pleasure beginning to build up again...


"Sensei?"

Aizawa was not so patient this time. "Yes, Izumi?" he growled.

A slight pause, and then the creaking of floorboards, a bit of cool air as the sheet was lifted, a bit of warmth as Izumi sat down beside him. Aizawa held his breath as he felt Izumi's hand trace a path from shoulder to stomach, and lower. Izumi curled her fingers in the thin brush of hair at the base of Aizawa's cock.

"Can I do it for you?"