Chapter Three—Izuku

Beginning my new job had been far more eventful than I could ever expect and it hadn't even been an entire week yet. Currently it was Monday morning and I was sitting in my second and last class, left leg bouncing and pen tapping against my chin anxiously. It wouldn't be long now before I would be heading to work—to Mr. Todoroki and I was so excited to see him.

For the first time in my life, I had a really, really big crush on someone—and that someone just so happened to be my boss who looked way too good to be true. He was so princely, in every way a man could be, but he was surprisingly sly and flirtatious. I hadn't expected that at all. My own attraction to him was immediate, even though I felt like I shouldn't be attracted to him at all. I didn't want to come off as awkward, but I was constantly doing the most embarrassing things that I would undoubtedly never forget.

It couldn't be helped. I was totally infatuated with him—anybody would be. Mr. Todoroki was perfect and so kind. It didn't make any sense but somehow… he liked me too. He touched me once, made me come in his office, but since then he'd done nothing more than steal a few kisses. Okay maybe a little more than a few, but still not nearly enough and I was so angry because I was just too shy to go for it myself.

No matter how many kisses he gave me, I was still too hesitant and always overthinking everything. That was a habit I'd never be able to shake. Even though I knew he liked kissing me, I didn't feel like it was okay for me to go for it, so I just left it up to him. Because this left those instances less than what they could be, I often dreaded it. It would be nice to be able to take the initiative, but it didn't seem like that would be happening anytime soon for me.

We were always working when we were together, but we spent a lot of time together doing so. Sometimes Mr. Todoroki would ask questions about me and he always listened intently as if he really cared to know more. I was happy to tell him and sometimes I got brave enough to ask him questions too.

So far I had managed to ask two questions. The first was a major fail that I would never get over. We were talking about lunch and I asked what his favorite food was. I should have known that Zaru Soba was his favorite. The interview question made so much sense to me now. I shouldn't have been so stupid not to already know it and I had wasted an entire good question on that.

The second question wasn't as bad, but it still wasn't good. It was a follow up question to one he'd asked me, about my friends and I told him about Kacchan. Kacchan liked to say we weren't friends but I knew that wasn't true. We had been friends since we were kids and he was a great guy. Loud and a little cocky, but still a great guy. So I talked about him and then instead of asking about his friends, I slipped and asked about relationships that were a little bit… closer.

He didn't even get a chance to answer me because the word vomit had me too embarrassed. I got so hot that it only took seconds for me to jump up and leave his office. I never wanted him to answer that. I didn't want to know. I was just going to pretend nothing like that was going on or ever had.

When class finally ended, I hurried on my way, my laptop bag around my shoulders. It was just lunchtime so I decided to pick something up before heading in. I got Mr. Todoroki his favorite and myself a special house bento from the restaurant he had taken me to that night.

It truly was like a date, one I would never forget. I was burning up half the time, but it was so worth it and that night, I had gotten my first kiss. That kiss was everything I could hope for and more. He was amazing, he literally made me weak in the knees and breathless. I loved it. It made me so happy, so thrilled. I wanted more kisses, but I still couldn't ask.

Those perfect lips were on my mind as I walked into his office. He was on the phone, talking about something to do with his schedule, but he was quick to end the call when I came in. With a shy smile, I walked over to his desk and placed the bag holding our food on it.

"Mr. Todoroki." I greeted him, knowing there was no use in fighting the blush that touched my cheeks. "Sorry I'm late."

"Mr. Midoriya." He greeted back with a small smile. "How were your classes?" He asked, curiously looking at the bag for a moment before his gaze was back on me.

"Boring!" I huffed as I reached into the bag and pulled his dish out slowly. After setting it down for him, I laid a set of chopsticks over it and then grabbed my own food, taking my seat across from him. "Basically consisted of a bunch of stuff I already know, which frustrates me. I want to learn new things and when they're not teaching me new things, my mind just wanders and wanders, next thing I know, I'm thinking up all kinds of things I shouldn't be—" oh no, the word vomit. "I—I mean, nothing too far out there or anything. It's… just you know, clean stuff."

Mr. Todoroki paused in digging into his noodles, a smirk slowing forming on his lips. "You don't say."

I shouldn't say anything! "That's… that's it. Boring day. Nothing special. But now I'm here, so I'm happy." That was probably oversharing a bit, but it wasn't anything unusual. I had a bad habit of doing that, it was common knowledge for anyone who knew me. I opened my lunch and separated my chopsticks to begin eating, staring at my food instead of him.

"It explains a lot." He mused almost to himself as he resumed eating his meal.

What could it possibly explain? His words didn't make any sense. Nothing was explaining anything at all! Or maybe… maybe he was seeing right through me and knew exactly what I almost gave away, even though I tried so hard to cover it up. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I shoved one of my sushi rolls into my mouth to keep myself from saying anything else ridiculous. It was eating at me though, even more than I was eating my food and I was chewing the sushi quickly.

"What are you trying to say?" I demanded, but my voice was not only small, but muffled as I still had a mouthful of sushi.

That was the end. I was ready to die. I couldn't take another second of this humiliation.

Mr. Todoroki chuckled at me before leaning forwards to wipe something from the corner of my mouth. "Don't worry about it, I'm simply observing some things about you. Thank you for lunch, by the way. I'll pay you back."

He was too much for me, definitely trying to give me a heart attack. It wasn't fair for him to touch me so gently or look at me like that… it made me crazy. It made me so hot. "N-never." I argued right away, somehow. The word just tumbled out of my mouth, but I was happy it did.

"Are you banning me from paying you back for things?" He asked, amusement clear in his voice.

"Maybe." I shrugged, trying to fight a smile as I took another bite of sushi.

"Hm. You've certainly put me in a hard spot here." He said, eyes lighting up. "I think it's only fair if I ban you from doing the same."

I gasped at that, almost choking on the food in my mouth but instead I swallowed it down, and that wasn't easy. I coughed after it was down and got my bottle of water out of the bag to have a few sips.

"Easy." Mr. Todoroki frowned, brow furrowed. "Are you alright?"

"I'm—fine." I said between coughs, but finally began to get myself together. "I'm okay… but… no."

He looked me over as if to confirm it for himself before he responded. "I'm afraid it's too late, I already banned you."

"No!" I scoffed, screwing the cap on my bottle and holding it against my hot cheek. Oh it felt good. "That's not happening."

"Well I can't revoke it. You know the rules." He said, taking a bite of his food in between. "No take backs."

"Heyyyyy," I whined, grabbing another bottle of water for him and setting it over close to him. "That's not fair… I don't need anything… ever…"

He shook his head. "Everyone needs something, but I will concede that money can't buy everything. Don't pout, Izuku." Mr. Todoroki said softly. "I'll kiss you after we're finished eating."

No he didn't. "What? W-well…" I certainly wasn't going to turn any kisses down, but he didn't have to just say it with such confidence. I liked it way too much. Pouting was inevitable whenever he did this to me. Teasing me so much. I wanted to tease him, but I didn't have the nerve. "Stop it."

"As you wish." He said seamlessly, another small smile on his face.

I didn't say another word, too busy eating my fill of my lunch. After almost finishing everything, I closed the bento box and placed it back in the bag before grabbing my water, refusing to look at Mr. Todoroki because I just couldn't handle it. All I could think about was the kiss he promised me. I knew he wouldn't take it back. A few moments later he was sipping his water as well, done with his own meal and I could feel his eyes on me.

It didn't surprise me that I was squirming in my seat, but I just couldn't take it. I had to look at him, feeling a little dejected that he was making me wait. The second our eyes met he patted his thigh, head tilting in question as his red and white bangs swayed with the movement. As if it was actually possible, I got even hotter and I was worried I may combust any moment, but my body moved on it's own. The desire for his kiss was too great to fight, so I rounded his desk and moved to stand next to him, heart pounding.

He stared at me expectantly and simply waited, although his hand reached for mine and threaded our fingers together. I swallowed hard, giving his hand a nervous squeeze. He wanted me to lean down here? Was I supposed to go for it this time? Or no, he obviously wanted me on his lap. I'd never sat there before and trying it seemed like a good idea, so since he was offering, I decided it best not to pass up the opportunity.

Steeling myself, I turned my body and carefully sat down on his lap, feeling all the blood rushing to my cheeks. I didn't care though, I wanted to be here. He continued to hold my hand as the other fastened itself around my waist. His grip was firm and his gaze was steady while he eased his head closer. Our lips met tenderly and he alternated between sweet pecks and lingering smooches.

It felt so good, not only did my lips tingle from every touch, but my whole body did as well. I missed it too much, having been thinking about it so long that I just had to kiss him a little more firmly, my free hand raising to cradle his cheek. He smelled so good and comforting, made it so easy to enjoy being so close and personal with him. The more we kissed, the more I got into it, not having time to feel timid anymore. Little hums that gave away my pleasure kept escaping me and eventually my hand slid back and into his hair, taking a hold of it while I pulled my other hand free to wind that arm around his neck. I needed to be closer.

Mr. Todoroki started to get more serious at my reaction and kissed me harder. The tongue that was quickly becoming familiar parted my lips and eagerly caressed my own. Fingers carded through my curly hair, soon coming to rest at the back of my neck when I received a teasing nip. The feeling of his teeth on my bottom lip was enough to have a moan rumbling in my throat. The rest of my body was beginning to react, or at least one part of me that I had hoped would remain hidden. I didn't want to embarrass myself again or be unable to do my job, but he just tasted and felt so good. It was too hard to pull away.

A haze of longing was overwhelming me—something he managed to make happen far too easily. I lost control, my body moving on its own to take what it wanted, scrambling around until I was straddling his lap instead. My lips molded against his again, this time taking the initiative and sucking on it. Then I gave it a little nip just like he had done to mine. A low growl vibrated in his chest and I heard him push some things aside before my back was suddenly flush with the top of his desk. He loomed over me, body resting between my legs, his mix-matched eyes burning. One hand was splayed on the hard wood at my side while the other cupped my member through my pants.

"Ah," I gasped, writhing on the desk, head falling to the side at the feel of his hand on me. I was so much harder than I thought and so sensitive. I'd never expected to have him touching me today—not like this. "S-sir, I'm…" I couldn't finish my sentence, both from embarrassment and from him suddenly giving my erection a firm rub, making me moan.

"My mind wanders too when I'm not careful." He spoke. "Although my thoughts tend to be a lot dirtier than the clean stuff you imagine. Right now, you're in the perfect position to bring one of my day dreams to life."

"W-what?" I panted, back arching off the desk when he gave me another rub. "Mm… that's… feels good."

He bent down, kissing the tip of my nose. "Izuku."

Oh, when he used my first name like that it really did things to me, making my skin tingle and my member throb. "Sir…"

"I'm going to make you come with my mouth, if you'll let me." Mr. Todoroki stated, fingers playing with the button on my pants.

What does that mean?! "J-just… from kissing?" I blinked at him, amazed at the idea of it. Not that it seemed impossible but I wasn't sure if I could handle it.

"Not this time. Try again." He said and moved further down my body until his head was right above my groin. His eyes flickered down to my erection and then back up to my face, smirking all the while.

Holy cow. Never in my life had I witnessed something more erotic and now a million thoughts were bombarding me all at once. "You mean… k-kiss there?" He couldn't be serious. My head rested back on the desk and I laid my arm over my eyes, panting with need and yet not knowing how to feel about kisses below the belt.

"I can do more than just kiss, you know." He pointed out and I could feel him tracing the outline of my member with his finger. "All I need is for you to give me permission."

Already I was a whimpering, quaking mess on his desk, but I wanted it. I wanted whatever he was willing to give me. Even wanting it though, I couldn't just tell him that! My face was already as red and hot as it could possibly be and my heart was pounding. Mr. Todoroki's finger continued to tease me, making my hips flex, trying to get him to give me more.

He was waiting though, determined to get his permission, so I bit my lip before murmuring, "Yes, sir."

Once the words were out, he quickly and easily freed me from my pants, grazing his lips against my cock. "So hard for me."

So hard. Really hard. His lips were so warm and soft and I was so sensitive. "Mm...Mmhmm." I breathed, gasping when he gave a little lick to my tip.

An almost inaudible groan sounded from his throat before he suddenly swallowed me whole. I almost screamed. The only thing that saved me from undoubtedly crying out loud enough to be heard outside of the office was because I moved my arm over my mouth and bit down hard on it, drool soaking my sleeve. I'd never felt anything close to this. Having him take me in like that—mouth so wet and hot. It was way too much, making my body spasm and eyes roll back.

His hands held my hips as he started sucking, not bothering to move his head. Then that skilled tongue curled and licked in a way that had to be illegal. My body wanted to move, but his hold on me was limiting and I couldn't take it. I could handle the feeling of his mouth on my cock like this—it was so much more intense than I was prepared for.

I wasn't prepared at all.

"S-sir," I whined, breathless and trying to find something to hold on to, but there was nothing within reach besides his hair and my own. I was too afraid to try and touch him, too blissed out to be in control and I didn't want to hurt him.

Mr. Todoroki slowly sucked his way up and left the tip of my member resting against his bottom lip as he spoke. "Patience, Izuku. I promise to take care of you. Make sure you keep that pretty voice quiet unless you want someone to walk in on us, seeing you all spread out on my desk."

In a desperate attempt to keep down my next moan, I bit my arm again, managing to muffle it slightly. He was way too much and my member was now pulsing steadily. If he kept this up… "Sir, I—" I whimpered against my arm, unable to say any more, unable to warn him that I was already so close.

One of his hands left my hip, traveling up until his fingers were at my mouth. "Suck."

I gasped, squirming my hips as I did as I was told, closing my mouth around his middle and index fingers and sucking on them. It made me even hotter and kept my mouth busy without me biting my arm.

"Good boy." He hummed before he was swallowing my cock again.

He took his time bobbing his head, sucking on his way up and licking on his way down. Oh. It felt so good—I couldn't hold out anymore and I couldn't warn him. My teeth closed around his fingers as my body thrashed on the desk, my orgasm ripping through me like an electric volt, hitting every nerve I possessed. My throaty moans were still relatively loud, but I was unaware. Just as I was that I was biting his fingers, at least until his mouth was off of me and the euphoria I was feeling finally began to wane.

"Ah!" I opened my mouth right away, cradling his hand to my hot cheek. "S-Sorry, sir… I-it was an accident!"

was staring at me with glazed over eyes, lips slightly parted before he swallowed hard. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. My heart did a little flip at him calling me that, totally not expecting it. He said not to worry about it, but I was worried. There were little indents from my teeth in his fingers and rubbing them against my cheek wasn't helping at all. I didn't know what to think about that look on his face either, but I really liked it. A lot.

"I wasn't thinking…" I pouted, unable to help but feel concerned. I was doing everything wrong and it was embarrassing.

"You were perfect." He assured before tucking me back into my pants. Then I was pulled down off the desk and back into his lap, his chin hooking over my shoulder as he held me close. "Izuku . . . I want to ask you something."

Oh no. "Please don't fire me. I swear I didn't mean it. I was just… it was a lot and I've never felt like that before. Honest, I couldn't help it. I-it won't happen again, so don't be mad please." My mind was turning frantic with thoughts and I didn't know what to say to make it better.

"Shhh." He hushed softly and buried his face in my neck. "I would never fire you for something like that. What we're doing, it's separate from work. I know I haven't talked to you about it directly which is why I wanted to ask . . . Sunday . . . may I take you out on a proper date?"

Date?! I leaned back so I could gape at him, brows raising when I got a look at his face and noticed his cheeks had tinted red. Was he… Mr. Todoroki was blushing. He really was and it was quite possibly the best thing I've ever seen in my life.

He cleared his throat, glancing to the side. "You work on Sundays at your other job, but perhaps I could pick you up afterwards? If you want."

"You really… you mean that?! You want to go on a real date with me? Like… like when we ate together? I—I mean, I know that wasn't a date, but—"

"I'd like to consider that our first date." He interrupted me, gaze returning to my face. "Let me say this clearly . . ." He trailed off and brought his hand up to my chin, gently holding it between his thumb and forefinger. "I'm pursuing you, Izuku. And I won't stop until I have you."

My mouth fell open at the same time all the blood in my body seemed to collect in my face. He was intense. I wasn't ready. "Well… um… I mean I think I like dates. Yeah—I like them. I want to. Can we?"

"How did this turn into you asking me?" He asked with an amused smile. "Sunday then. I would love to go out with you and on more dates in the future."

Oh… Mr. Todoroki's smile was absolutely dazzling. I could feel my heart hammering against my ribcage and found that I couldn't look away. "Sunday!" I nodded excitedly, grinning from ear to ear. "My shift ends at four… and… and we can do anything you want! I can't wait, Mr. Todoroki. I'll do my best to be a great date for you."

When had I ever been this happy about something? Truly and honestly happy? It had been far too long… I could have cried, I was so happy, but instead I just winded my arms around his neck and laid my head on his shoulder. It didn't even seem fair to feel such happiness, but I couldn't help but soak it all up.

I had my first kiss. Apparently had my first date and was getting my second… and other things had happened too. So many firsts. It was amazing. I was so thankful for it all—so glad that I met him because he was the nicest man and so handsome. So sincere and thoughtful. Whatever happened, I didn't want to mess things up with him.

Mr. Todoroki rubbed my back, letting me sit and relax right on his lap for a long time while we spoke about what we might like to do on our second date and though I didn't know how, I managed to survive the discussion without overheating. Though I supposed if I could handle what happened on his desk, I could handle anything. Even if I was nervous and shy about everything when it came to him, I was determined to give him my all—both when it came to work and when it came to him… to us.

I just wanted to make him half as happy as he made me.

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"Here you go, Izuku."

"Oh, thanks, Ochako. You're really fast." I smiled at Mr. Todoroki's secretary who was holding out a notepad with a list of author's I needed to contact back.

It really amazed me how many authors he worked with directly. He was so impressive and did so much, even with me doing all that I could to help him. I'd just finished speaking with Momo, the editor and was on my way back to Mr. Todoroki's office when she stopped me. It seemed I had a lot of phone calls to make, but the messages Ochako had taken were thorough in details for what the author's needed to discuss. She did her job well, as did everyone else I met and they made me even happier to be part of the team.

Ochako giggled and waved me off. "It's nothing, just better to get your messages to you as soon as possible."

"Right, thank you again." I smiled, giving her a nod as I left with the notebook.

Not wanting to disturb Mr. Todoroki as I knew he was currently engrossed in going through a barrage of queries from current and new authors, I made the calls outside of the office. He seemed more focused than ever, so the small lounge at the end of the hallway appeared to be a better option for me to complete my task.

I sat in one of the wide chairs by the window, taking my time speaking with each of the authors and making my own notes along the way. Most of them were just calling with updates on their current works and one was worried about meeting their deadline. It took a while to calm that one down, but I did. At least if they had a level head they'd be able to work more properly.

There were dozens of emails I needed to get to and my laptop was a necessity, so once I finished the calls, I made my way back into the office and found Mr. Todoroki in the same position he was in when I left. His eyes were glued to the monitor, his reading face impossibly hot. Yeah… I couldn't deny it even to myself. He was really hot and he made me hot. I wasn't sure how much more heat I could handle… yet I wanted more.

Closing the door behind me quietly, I walked over to the couch and sat down with my laptop, getting right to work. While he went through more and more of the queries, I went through all my emails from him of the ones he was interested in receiving samples of to reach back out to the authors myself… but so far he had only sent me two.

After taking care of those, I received a response from the first author, including their detailed summary and the first three chapters of their novel. I wanted to look into it myself, but didn't get distracted. I just forwarded the email to Mr. Todoroki and moved on to my next email. When he replied, I was surprised, but opened the email right away, putting the other on hold.

Mr. Midoriya,

Read the attachment and let me know what you think.

-Shoto Todoroki

Brows creasing, I read over his email four times before glancing over at him. Mr. Todoroki wanted me to read this summary and the first three chapters of this novel? And why was he communicating through email when he could just tell me? My eyes raised from my laptop to glance over at him, finding his gaze still locked on the monitor. I didn't know how I should feel about this, but I was excited to be given such an important task.

Deciding it best to keep my mouth shut and do as I was told, I opened the attachments and started reading the summary right away. The author's details were pitching the story perfectly and I was quickly excited about starting the story, even though it had been a while since I read any romance novels. It certainly sounded promising and it didn't disappoint me, only three pages in and I was hooked.

The story started out so soft and wholesome, in no time at all I was cooing and swooning over the story, also feeling giddy at how beautifully written it was. Once I got started, I couldn't stop. Even when I got the urge for a snack, I carried my laptop with me over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and some grapes. The first chapter went by so quickly, I was amazed. I was eager for more, getting right into chapter two while I ate the grapes I had in a bowl next to me on the couch.

Chapter two seemed even better, the story transitioning and going through a time skip that was wonderfully executed. Then I reached the third chapter and a couple pages in, came upon something I wasn't expecting. It was my fault for getting over-excited as always. When I read the summary, I didn't mind little details like the fact that there were some rather explicit moments written out in the story. It wasn't even something I thought about until the first scene was at my disposal.

I felt naughty. It was wrong of me to be reading such lewd content in the same room as Mr. Todoroki, yet I couldn't not read it. This author missed nothing, explaining the situation so thoroughly I couldn't go on. I couldn't stop either. The scene itself should have been fine—I could take it. Only it wasn't fine! It wasn't fine at all. There was… dirty talk. It was good. It was really good, but it made me hot in every way imaginable. As embarrassing as it was, reading it was making me feel all these things, making my body react and I had been chewing my lip so much it was beginning to ache.

"Making progress, Mr. Midoriya?"

"S-sir!" I shrieked, the grape between my fingers flinging across the office as I jerked in surprise. He found me out. I couldn't tell him what was happening and I hoped with all I was worth that he couldn't tell how hot my face was. I couldn't even look at him.

There was a pause, followed by that amused tone of his. "Now you've got me curious."

"Curious… about… about what? N-nothing to see here!" I said, tone way higher than necessary. Groaning, I made myself as small as possible and tried to hide behind my laptop.

"Hm."

That's it? Sighing in relief, I grabbed my water bottle and held it against my cheek to hopefully cool me down as I returned to reading. This scene seemed to be going on forever, or maybe I was just reading slower than I normally would. Taking in these details slowly to process them properly was a must. Anybody would… right? If they didn't that was their own fault. This was gold.

Each sentence came off more enticing than the previous and I couldn't believe that even after what happened on Mr. Todoroki's desk the day before—I was getting aroused. At work. With my boss just a few feet away. I wanted to look at him, really bad… but I wouldn't make it if I did and I knew it. Time was just ticking by and yet here I was, still reading this scene.

I hadn't started it over… had I?

"Ride my face like a brand new sports car?" Mr. Todoroki quoted. "Never heard that one before."

No he didn't. The bottle of water I was holding fell from my grasp, breath hitching. That line was from this very story that I was reading, one spoken amidst a lot of action. Why was he reading it too? He was supposed to be going through queries. With a quiet whimper, I shrunk down even more, unable to comment on the phrase. I didn't want him to know what I was reading yet.

Unfortunately for me, he had already figured it out. "I didn't expect this to be the kind of novel the author wanted to begin with. Although this hadn't been an attempt to tease you, seeing your flustered expressions are a bonus."

"I-I'm not f-flustered!" I stammered, hiding my face behind my hands. I was definitely flustered.

"You most definitely are." He mused, smirk clear in his voice. "However . . . should I be jealous that someone else caused it?"

"Jealous?" I breathed. As if Mr. Todoroki would get jealous. Ever. "Don't be silly… there's nothing going on over here… you just—go back to work." Holy cow what did I just say?!

He hummed thoughtfully before responding. "As you wish." He said and then added, "But I'm quite certain this feeling is jealousy, even if it's just a little."

He was determined to tease me. I would hate to know what he'd think or say… or do if he found out about the erection my laptop was hiding. I got even hotter just thinking about it. Wiggling in my seat, I tried to go back to reading, but my arousal was only intensifying and I couldn't go on… No way I could go on like this. I wanted to be closer to Mr. Todoroki, I wanted him to make me feel good again—like these characters. There was no way I could tell him that though.

It was getting harder to breathe and impossibly hot in the office. Before long, I was opening the top couple buttons of my shirt, needing some air. I needed a lot of air. "So stupid… it's not fair. I hate this so much. Why am I like this?" I ranted my thoughts aloud without thinking, pouting as I stared at the naughty words on the screen. They were making me naughty. Having all these dirty thoughts.

Taking a chance, I peeked over at Mr. Todoroki and found him focused on his computer again. He wasn't looking, so I thought to move my hand to my erection and try to conceal it more, or get rid of it, but even my own touch made me whimper. What was happening to me? This wasn't like me at all.

"Not now… you c-can't do this." I whispered, whining the words as I was both disappointed and taken aback by my body's betrayal. My hand refused to pull away from my crotch, instead pushing down again and making me choke on a gasp. I was going to have to make a run for the bathroom or something.

A loud sigh interrupted my turmoil, but it lacked any real annoyance. "You tell me to work and then proceed to distract me. You're not being a good boy right now, Izuku."

Why would he say something like that of all things in the world? I frowned, staring at my laptop so I didn't make the mistake of looking at him, but I didn't want him to be upset with me. I knew I was wrong. "No… I'm really sorry, sir. I am a good boy." But I wasn't a good boy at all… he was right. Here I was, hiding my hand on my very hard situation.

"Then tell me, are you going to stop squirming and properly finish reading? Or are you going to come over here and let me handle you while I finish it myself?"

"Oh wow." He was only making me squirm more and there wasn't a chance of me being able to get up from the couch. I had a job to do anyway. "I-I'm fine. Really. I'll read it properly no matter what. You gave me this job and I won't… I won't fail." I couldn't give up, no matter how erotic things were.

"Hm."

Great, now he's mad. I just couldn't do anything right, but I would read this story even if I died trying. It was difficult because I'd never read anything like this before. Not with this amount of explicit detail. And definitely not around a man I was so crazy about. There was nothing I could do besides ignore my unyielding and ridiculous desires while pushing forward. With a newfound determination, I got through the scene and finished the third chapter, but my problem hadn't gone away. I couldn't move my laptop and it was hard to concentrate, but I took my time typing up my thoughts on the story as a whole, even chapter three which was way too much for me and then I sent it to him.

Maybe if he was busy enough reading that, I could make a break for it. Mr. Todoroki responded to my email just as quickly as he had before.

Mr. Midoriya,

I'll look it over, thank you for taking the time to review it.

-Shoto Todoroki

Way too fast! I grimaced and pulled my hand away from my crotch with great difficulty, forcing myself to think about anything that might make it go down. It wasn't working easily, but I was determined not to get caught. I had nothing else to say, too humiliated over the whole thing. But I had done my job and in the end, that was the only thing that mattered.