Chapter 2: Insouciance
Noun: Blithe nonchalance, a casual lack of concern and indifference
Summer had arrived in full force with an uncharacteristically sweltering heat wave. Temperatures seemed to have doubled in the passing weeks. Aizawa felt somewhat smug knowing that his students were fending for themselves in the humid forest. He had the luxury of napping like a cat in the sunny window of the air-conditioned cabin while they worked hard. More so, Aizawa felt like he could finally relax out here away from the constant drone of city life. No one knew where they were, and they were safe for a time being. Feeling something that might have been happiness, Aizawa stretched on the floor where the last of the sunbeams existed, and hardly moved a muscle when the door opened with a bang and slammed shut shortly thereafter.
Aizawa smelled the familiar overpowering cologne. He didn't even have to open his eyes.
"I almost tripped over you," complained Vlad gruffly as he sidestepped the legs blocking the doorway.
"I'm sure you would have survived," murmured Aizawa as he fought to stay in this sleepy haze.
"We all live here this week, show a little respect," said Vlad curtly.
Aizawa groaned and sat up. He watched Vlad change out of his hero uniform and into a more casual outfit comprised of joggers and a formfitting t-shirt. With Vlad's back turned to Aizawa, the man on the floor could only watch the muscles rippling in Vlad's broad shoulders. This was a view he rarely had the pleasure to witness, since he was usually facedown in front of his 1-B rival.
Still, something about watching Vlad turn his back on Aizawa and ignore him made Aizawa's eye twitch in irritation. He knew exactly what to say to make Vlad pay attention.
"Your class doesn't stand a chance this week," said Aizawa "just a fair warning Seki-chan."
He snorted when he saw Vlad's back muscles tense in irritation. Vlad yanked at his joggers too hard and ripped the seam at the ankle. Aizawa laughed and Vlad spun around.
"I told you not to call me that," warned Vlad as he tied his joggers at the waist.
"So what?" asked Aizawa as he leaned back on his palms, legs still spread out in front of the doorway, trying to catch the last of the dying sunbeams on his face.
Aizawa heard what could only be described as a growl before he felt his body being lifted up by the thin fabric of his under shirt. His toes left the ground and he heard little snaps in the fabric as his weight tested the material.
"Say it to my face," spat Vlad.
Aizawa watched his colleague with interest, not quite understanding Vlad's aversion to his birth name, not quite caring. Maybe it was some deep, dark, painful secret – but they all had those and Vlad wasn't special.
"Seki-chaaaan," drawled Aizawa in a bored, low tone. His eyes turned red, ready to either fight or be fucked.
"I'm not in the mood for your shit today, Aizawa," cursed Vlad as his fists curled.
The door opened suddenly with the rest of the teachers who had accompanied the first year students. Hizashi, Midnight, Ectoplasm, and Snipe entered with tired faces from the long trip. They hardly blinked at the altercation – knowing the tumultuous relationship between Vlad and Aizawa – no one caring to break up their constant spats.
"Who started it this time?" asked Midnight as she dropped unceremoniously into her designated bed across the room.
"He did," said both men simultaneously.
Vlad grimaced and let go of Aizawa with a shove, causing him to stumble backwards into the wall with a thud. Aizawa tch'ed and rubbed the back of his head. He had been so relaxed before that brute of a man got here.
"I'm not sleeping next to him," grumbled Vlad as he moved his things to Midnight's side of the room.
"Come on guys, we're not the high-schoolers here," muttered Snipe as he removed his iconic mask. It was rare – something Aizawa had only glimpsed a few times – Snipe's smooth dark skin, strong jaw, and high chiseled cheekbones under an unruly head of hair. He was a beautiful man.
Aizawa headed over to claim the bed between Snipe and Hizashi.
"That mask is a disservice," murmured Aizawa under his breath so that Vlad, at the very least, couldn't hear him.
Snipe chuckled as he unloaded his guns for the evening. This wasn't his first rodeo with Aizawa.
"Then I won't wear it next time," said Snipe under his breath with a wink and a bright white smile.
Snipe left to shower, and Aizawa turned to Hizashi, who was removing the gigantic speaker from around his neck. Aizawa opened his mouth to say something equally as inappropriate to this loud-mouthed man, but Hizashi cut his flirtations short with a pointed glare. Hizashi hated it when Aizawa was lewd like this in public. It was embarrassing and it made his stomach knot. Hizashi was proud. Hizashi was insecure. He wanted to be a first choice, not a random selection. Hadn't only the first year homeroom teachers been invited originally? Had Aizawa invited all of these teachers here to fuck with just the same as him?
Hizashi finally looked over to see that Aizawa was watching him undress with a blank expression.
"What?" snapped Hizashi, regretting it instantly.
Aizawa just rolled his tired eyes away from Hizashi's harsh judgments and started getting ready for bed. This involved simply unfurling his sleeping bag over the stiff cabin mattress and getting inside still fully dressed.
"Fucking prude," muttered Aizawa. He didn't really care what Hizashi – his oldest acquaintance – thought of him. He really didn't. The sudden hurt in his chest didn't mean a thing. He shut his eyes against the mysterious pain and wrapped himself tightly in the old sleeping bag to replace his desire for human warmth. Before the UA teachers knew it, they were sound asleep after a long day of chaperoning rambunctious children.
"waaAAKEE UPP!" screeched a falsetto voice seemingly determined to make Aizawa's ears bleed.
Aizawa flipped over in his sleeping bag to glare at Hizashi, which caused him to fall out of bed and crash into the nightstand. Aizawa threw an unidentified object at the obtrusive idiot, but Hizashi dodged effortlessly. Aizawa's eye went red and Hizashi's loud mouth quirk was cut off instantly.
"Shut up," growled Aizawa from the floor. Once he was sure that Hizashi would stop screaming, Aizawa gave his eyes a break and curled back into his sleeping bag. He regretted agreeing to this summer camp. He regretted accepting work at UA. He regretted being born.
Suddenly, his sleeping bag was peeled from his body in one fell swoop by a grinning and gleaming Midnight.
"Come on, Sho-chan, you already missed breakfast," said Midnight with her ever chipper tone, "let's be passionate and youthful for the kids today!"
Aizawa muttered something about murdering his colleagues, but he rose like the dead just the same. He would just take out his frustrations on those annoying kids until they were strong enough not to annoy him anymore. The teachers filed out to meet in the clearings – most bright eyed and bush-tailed – but Aizawa followed suit in yesterday's clothes without even brushing his teeth. He then spent the morning setting up the various exercises that he knew each student needed. Some needed strength training. Some needed dexterity. Some just needed common sense.
Aizawa eyed students involved in the hero incident and sighed. Those were the ones that needed common sense. Then his eyes trailed to Bakugo who was raging while he shot off explosion after boiling explosion. If he could teach humility as well, he would have done so long ago, but that was a quality that would either come with time and maturity, or it wouldn't.
Meanwhile, Hizashi was using his quirk to direct training drills for a few other students who needed to work on their stamina. Aizawa caught himself watching Hizashi more than once. The loud man had good leadership skills and good judgment – Aizawa had know that since childhood – and he was much less annoying when he was far away with that quirk of his. The silken blonde hair gleamed in the sun without his usual gel holding it upright. Aizawa contemplated how those golden tendrils would feel brushing his back while Hizashi fucked him.
Perhaps he would find out today.
Determination set in.
Aizawa made his way over as inconspicuously as possible.
"Oi, Yamada," said Aizawa as he got close enough not to be overheard, "can I talk to you? Alone?"
Hizashi stammered midsentence, went silent, and quite a few students stumbled over each other as they lost their verbal guidance through the exercises. Aizawa rolled his eyes and turned to leave. He would address that lack of self-reliance in those students later. For now, he only cared about the footsteps trailing behind him in the grass. The two men walked silently until they reached their cabin, but Aizawa guided them around back instead of going inside. They stood between the wooden wall and a rocky overhang. No one would find them there.
"You wanted to talk?" asked Hizashi as his nerves started to crumble. Aizawa had always made him nervous with that deadpan, unreadable expression. After all these years, he had never quite gotten used to it.
"Yeah," muttered Aizawa as he squinted and leaned his pale face back to catch some sun.
There was silence.
Did Aizawa bring Hizashi here to make him feel stupid? If so, it was working.
"Why did you ask if I was coming here?" asked Hizashi with a hoarse voice after a long morning of drill instruction.
That hoarseness stirred Aizawa's loins. He preferred that to Hizashi's usual obnoxious tone.
"I just wanted to know," said Aizawa simply, playing the long game, making Hizashi ask for it.
"Did you ask anyone else?" Hizashi asked, aware of how insecure he sounded.
"No," said Aizawa with the hint of a smirk.
Hizashi's eyebrows shot up. His mouth opened and shut over a hundred possible responses. Hizashi was quite honestly surprised. He knew that Aizawa slept around, but he felt special anyways.
"Principle Nezu assigned additional UA pros for protection," finished Aizawa, "He let me choose the last spot."
"Good," said Hizashi finally – still feeling irredeemably stupid.
"Good," said Aizawa.
Aizawa's eyes reddened and his hair started to float as his scarf shot forward and wrapped around Hizashi's waist. He pulled the blond man forward until they were eye level with their hips pressed together. Hizashi nearly screeched at the sudden movement, and Aizawa was lucky that he had already suppressed Hizashi's quirk.
"Are you always that loud?" murmured Aizawa. His eyes faded back to black. The scarf fell from Hizashi's waist.
Hizashi shook his head quickly, still unable to speak despite the return of his voice.
"Good," said Aizawa again.
Aizawa smirked as he craned his neck and tilted his head so that their lips were inches apart. He was waiting for Hizashi to make the final decision. He could feel Hizashi's erection throbbing against his hipbone. He could feel Hizashi's rapid heart rate against his own chest. He could see the dilated pupils pushing against lime green irises.
"What are you waiting for?" breathed Aizawa.
Hizashi didn't know.
All he knew was that he wanted this dark and sultry man. He had wanted him for a long time. Hizashi reached up and brushed a few dark hairs from Aizawa's face. They hung over the tired crowsfeet encircling his eyes and hid the nasty scar on his cheekbone. Even so, he liked it when Aizawa wore his hair back, and so he tucked a dark tendril behind Aizawa's ear. Aizawa's breath hitched. He hadn't expected something so tender and intimate – but none of that mattered in the long run – not when he had Hizashi right where he wanted him at long last. And so Aizawa broke the tension by moving forward to taste Hizashi's lips. They were salty and wet from the heat of the summer day. He smelled good, like pine and oak. Aizawa bit Hizashi's bottom lip gently, urging Hizashi forward. Then, finally, Hizashi's hands were in his hair, down his back, around his waist. They were roaming, exploring, clinging, and searching for anything to help him hold on to this moment.
Aizawa pulled on Hizashi's shirt as he walked backwards until Aizawa's back hit the cabin wall. He pulled Hizashi to press against his torso. Suddenly, everything just felt right. The shade was nice. The wood was rough. The air was pure. Aizawa had been fucked in worse places. He reached down and undid his belt buckle without breaking their kiss, and started to fumble with the complex straps on Hizashi's pants next.
Hizashi's hands stopped him, and Hizashi pulled away with a concerned look on his face.
"Are you sure?" he asked softly.
Aizawa blinked a few times, trying to understand what about his own body language had made him seem unsure to Hizashi. Maybe Hizashi wasn't ready to go all the way yet – Aizawa wouldn't pressure him. Instead, Aizawa dropped gracefully to his knees and offered an uncharacteristically pleasant smile as he unzipped Hizashi's skinny pants. A veiny, dripping erection sprang forth and Aizawa was rather pleased with the size. He wanted that beast in his ass, but he would settle for his throat for today.
"Are you sure?" asked Aizawa, turning the tables. He licked his lips, preparing his mouth for a wild ride.
Hizashi could have fainted in the summer heat as his lust for his childhood friend drove him over the edge. He stared down at Aizawa, part of his view obstructed by his own aching cock. It was obscene. It was pornographic. Hizashi couldn't hold back anymore. He wrapped one hand in Aizawa's hair and held his cock in his fist as he drew the tip over Aizawa's bottom lip. Pre-cum trailed over Aizawa's pink skin, and Aizawa licked it away dutifully. It was salty and neutral, a perfect start to their first encounter.
Aizawa extended his inappropriately long tongue to swirl around Hizashi's tip and Hizashi groaned. He let go of Aizawa's hair, used both palms to brace himself against the cabin wall, and let Aizawa go to work.
After a few more swirls over the tip, Aizawa pressed forward. He swallowed through his diminished gag reflex until his nose touched the soft bushy curls on Hizashi's pelvic bone. Hizashi groaned a bit louder this time and bit his lip to keep his quirk from coming out. He bit down so hard that he broke through the thin skin. A few droplets of blood fell on Aizawa's cheeks, and Aizawa looked up with glowing red eyes. He kept his eyes trained upwards, suppressing the quirk that must have made sex complicated for Hizashi.
Finally, Hizashi was grateful for the permission to moan freely as Aizawa deep throated his cock like a pro. He tried not to think about how many people had received this service before. He tried not to think about anything but the beautiful lips wrapped around his cock and tight throat constricting the head of his erection. Aizawa gagged and the waves of pressure made Hizashi buck deeper into Aizawa's throat.
"Fucking hell, sorry," gasped Hizashi as he pulled back to let Aizawa breathe and gag in peace.
"Don't be," murmured Aizawa as he went straight back to work at fitting Hizashi's cock into his throat and fucking his own mouth on the length. His tongue slipped forward to caress Hizashi's balls, and Hizashi lost sight of his proprieties. He took a fistful of black hair again and started grinding against Aizawa's face, searching for friction and climax. Aizawa's eyes rolled back as Hizashi skull fucked him breathless.
"oohhhHH FUCK," moaned Hizashi as his quirk activated without Aizawa's suppression. The perverse expletive sounded through the forest, scaring confused students and teachers alike across the valley. His hips shuddered against Aizawa's face, and Hizashi shot ropes of cum down Aizawa's throat. With his balls finally emptied, Hizashi pulled back and slumped to the ground in front of Aizawa. He had never had a blowjob like that in his entire life. No one had ever let him go that deep. He had never been able to forget his quirk before.
Hizashi stared at Aizawa in awe. No wonder half the staff tried to fuck him on a regular basis.
Aizawa took a few shaky breaths and coughed as oxygen returned to his blood stream. He hadn't gone down on anyone in a while, and he was pleasantly surprised by the result. He had assumed that Hizashi would be annoyingly shy, but those obnoxiously domineering leadership skills seemed to come in handy at a time like this.
"Do you want me to uh…?" asked Hizashi as he gestured awkwardly in the general direction of Aizawa's bulge. He realized that Aizawa hadn't gotten off and he didn't want to come off as a selfish lover their first time.
Aizawa shook his head as he stood up and brushed off his knees.
"You can return the favor next time," he said carelessly.
Hizashi grinned. So there would be a next time?
With that, Aizawa turned and left Hizashi without so much as a second glance. He was off to return to the training camp as if there hadn't been a cock down his throat just moments ago. Hizashi let out a deep, flustered breath. Hizashi fell back into the soft bed of pine needles as his stomach tingled with warmth and something like butterflies. He felt like a teenager again, but he pushed those feelings away.
He knew Aizawa was damaged and unreachable. He knew that this would end painfully, but Hizashi closed his eyes and basked in the sun, enjoying these moments while these moments were good. He would hold onto this peace and lock it away. If he did that, then maybe, just maybe…the end wouldn't hurt so badly.