Chapter 10
Her brows furrowed for a moment as her mind began to wake, shuffling to get more comfortable over his hard body. The sound of the air conditioner lulling her back to sleep in the dead of night, mind too foggy to form thoughts through heavy lids.
Until a slight snore erupted from him, making her jump slightly.
Ochako rubbed her eyes as she tried to move her tired body, glancing up at him through the darkness. She had forgotten he stayed the night, assuming he'd be gone before she woke.
Groaning, she moved to sit up on him, yawning at the exhausted feel that ached within her chest. Puffy vision through dried, tearful eyes that felt raw on her face from wiping them away so many times.
Aizawa had never looked so relaxed before, his arms above his head, hair sprawled around with his lips parted taking slow breaths. Taking in the sight of him as her vision focused, it made her smile warmly as she balanced herself with her hands on his chest, trying not to wake him just yet.
It was heartfelt, a grateful tug that also warned of the troubles this could cause if caught. Surely there was alot of faith in his abilities as a pro to get out in time and unnoticed.
Though she was glad that he did stay. At least to put her to bed before she cried herself to sleep within the dorm, alone and afraid. It was a good ease of the mind before tomorrow's strain of hardwork, putting her all into it to impress the hoards of those witnessing the students greatness.
She watched him for a moment, hoping for things to go back to normal routine once this was all over. It was after all, the only thing left to drown out the sorrows at home.
She gently traced his jawline with her fingertips as his eyebrow twitched, knitting together for a second. It was kind of cute when he wasn't angered by her antics, yet even in sleep he wore an angry expression. Giggling to herself as he jerked his head more to the side.
Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip, the soft feel beneath her skin causing a flush to spread across her cheeks.
It was quite tempting, how powerless he was right now to fend off her mouth as she leaned down, tenderly kissing behind his ear. Holding his chin with her small hand to move him further for more access.
It caused another twitch beneath her as she gave more, going lower to the crook of his neck, leaving red marks as she sucked hard on a certain area. Moving her hips gently for friction.
Aizawa grunted, beginning to stir. He grimaced hard, raising his hand to rub the sleep off his face.
".. Uraraka?," his voice cracked.
But she didn't answer, snaking her hands underneath his shirt to feel the toned muscles, lightly raking her nails along them.
He blinked a few times, trying to move about but her hands flew from under his shirt to his hands, pinning his wrist down above his head.
His eyes widened awake, staring up at her before she forced their lips together. Immediately moving to keep up with her blunt actions.
Her hips grinded against his earning a grunt, the feel of himself hardening while trying to completely wake up met with the warm carcass of her bare thighs. It was almost agony in the position of the weaker person, with the tables usually turned. But, whatever made her feel better, he wouldn't complain. Much.
Maybe it was the ravenous way of his thinking that wouldn't allow such, undoing his lips from hers to move to her neck, gasping as her nails dug into his wrist. Slightly tossing her head back, a soft sigh emitting.
It rang alarms, nipping up to her ear.
"I never thought I'd say this, but this time, don't cry my name," he whispered near seductively, nipping her neck to tease.
"Y-Yes sir," she replied, biting her bottom lip until it hurt to stifle the noise begging to come out while her grip loosened, melting against his lips.
Taking the opportunity to take action, slapping her hands away to swiftly grab her hips, and forced them down onto him harder, able to kiss lower onto her chest as her back arched into it.
Ochako's eyes screwed shut, fisting the sheets on either side of his head, doing anything in her power to keep from the loud moan choked back.
There had been plenty times under the moonlight in the depths of the classroom that he had seen her, basked in the glow from her milky skin that always made it seem more appealing. Though now as the sheets pooled around her waist, it enticed him. All the images of her body pressed into his bedding, the daydreams similar to this, now happening fantasy. For she'd never understand just how much it drove him insane some evenings.
His mouth found her bra, giving an agitated nip at the material too tough to move to the side.
"Take it off," he commanded.
Ochako shyly sat back, blushing at the intense gaze he set to watch each move she made. Her time taking too slow for his comfort, as his quirk activated to threaten her. A shiver sent down her spine, immediately pulling it over her head and throwing it onto the floor.
Aizawa grabbed her throat and pulled her to him, pressing her bare breast to his mouth as he licked the bud, taking it into his lips.
She tensed, writhing on top while she tried to balance herself on his shoulders. His other hand digging painfully into her side.
They had both forgotten just how long it had been since they'd been intimate. Usually going for several times a week to now too busy to recall. Which at times, his mood would change. Turning more rough than usual in an aggressive tone that would surely leave marks along her skin. The scar from his bite once that had left blood was just starting to fade as is, the overly long canines borrowing into the groove that was hard to cover.
"S-Shouta not so rough please," she whimpered, that warm pool greeting her lower stomach as she struggled.
But the plea only drove him further over the edge, biting down onto her skin just briefly, met with a shriek that halted his movements. Not like she ever dared tell him what to do regardless when it came to this, Ochako knew better.
"Quiet," he snapped, slipping his hand from her hip to the front of her panties.
Her back arched painfully into the feel of his fingers working themselves through the already slick area, pushing down onto them for release.
"I c-can't if you hurt m-me," she muled, panting as he inserted two fingers through the tight fit.
His eyes skimmed over her reactions, the notice of the scar along her neck that always made him smirk in pride, even if she'd fuss over it. It'd always be there as a reminder to follow orders or else.
"Then you should be a good girl or I'll stop," he warned, slowing the motions of his fingers to an agonizing pace. Her whines giving protest, glaring down at him when she tried to move on them for more.
The way he stared was a clear dare for her to try and fight back, he'd happily play along.
Ochako grinded against his groin once more as he bite back a grunt, not letting her win. Only driving both digits deeper into her hard. Her hand flew to her mouth to catch the cry before it could be heard by the others.
He could see that certain look, that same facial expression telling him that she was close, same as the soaked feel of his wet fingers gliding in with ease. As her eyelids began to flutter, weakly tightening around him.
Suddenly he halted, slipping them out from the fabric as panic flooded her face. Gripping his shirt with pleading eyes, breathing hard as she pulled him closer.
"Shouta!," she snapped in a hushed tone, goosebumps trailing along her exposed arms.
In return he gave a smug look, grabbing her body to raise her off, then forcing her onto her stomach. She tried to look back at him in wonder as her heart dropped, feeling his hands lift her hips by the waist, forcing it into an arch.
"W-Wait!," she fussed in embarrassment, trying to pry his hands off of her.
But he grabbed her by the hair, shoving her face into the blankets roughly.
"Be. Quiet," he ordered, ignoring the way she tried to free herself. Listening to his belt snap open and the shuffle of his pants.
They hadn't done it like this before. Ochako was always too shy for such things, preferably rather the norm and to his dissatisfaction, not allowing him to view her well rounded backside. But, he needed some way to keep her quiet, taking advantage of their situation.
He slid her panties to the side, positioning himself at her entrance.
"Bite down on the blanket," he warned as she stilled, feeling the tip enter. Her hands fisting it, pulling it closer around her head while she did what he told.
Aizawa eased himself into her, listening to the uncomfortable muffled whines she gave, placing a hand on her lower back to guide as he thrusted carefully less not to hurt her more than it already seemed.
She fought back the screams that echoed in her mind, forcing their way to the back of her throat once fully inside. It felt nearly bigger, a more strained fit like this as she had no choice but to arch into it. Whimpering against the bed while he pulled back halfway, only to dive completely in once more.
A small smirk tugged on his lips, brushing his ego as he watched her small body writhe to adjust to the size.
Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure bursting through her, unwilling to admit how amazing it actually felt. Colliding into her with more force than necessary when it became clear that it was fine, due to the soft cries she let out.
He ran his hand through his hair to get it out from the field of vision, sweat forming on his forehead as he grunted. Annoyed that she wouldn't let him try this sooner, hince to the stimulated way she was acting. Rocking her hips back to meet his.
Not bothering to slow his speed, he reached back and grabbed the pillow. Throwing it at the back of her head.
"Use this if you have to," he said coldly, watching as she swiftly tucked it beneath her face, holding the ends around her head to stifle the cries, unable to keep them fully at bay as he slammed into her harder in a repetitive manner.
The stars surfacing in her mind to give way to her release, burying her mouth firmly into it. He could feel her walls tightening, barely able to keep up with his fast thrusts as it suddenly became even more slick.
Weakly slumped into the bed, her tired body giving out letting him do as he pleased.
"Not yet," he called out, reaching over to yank her up by the back of her hair, forcing her onto her forearms.
She cried out, too tired to fight back as he thrusted roughly. Uncaring to the sounds of protest in her sleepy voice.
It ached for more rest, her muscles struggling to hold her weight.
Aizawa enjoyed the slight pain he caused her, aware that it wasn't too harsh like he'd normally do. Couldn't exactly relay it now being as she'd scream until she was hoarse. So Ochako lucked out.
He grunted, slamming into her one final time as his release came, letting go of his hold as she dropped onto the blankets. Panting at the strain in his body as he rested over her, his arms on either side of her body.
Ochako was still, breathing just as hard but eyes closed, like she was trying to fall back asleep.
His hair stuck to the sides of his jaw, looking over her adoring face. Pink flushed cheeks with her lips parted, long lashes inched over her eyes. Her hair was completely disheveled, a mess of knots due to his actions.
Shouldn't have woken me up.
Aizawa couldn't really feel guilty about overusing her since she had disrupted the peaceful sleep, that for once, had blessed his senses from the harrowing day at work yesterday. Only to come home and find her crying in need of support.
He raised a hand to brush the strains of hair away from her cheeks. A worried smile forming on his face, hoping that for whatever reason she wanted this, it could take away from the pain that would plague her heart come morning. Nor would there be time to dwell on it.
Gently he pulled out, allowing her to slump over on her side with a loud yawn. Ochako hugged the pillow, nuzzling her face into it while he draped the blanket over her bare body. Moving careful not to disturb her.
Checking his phone on the nightstand, it was near dawn. The best possible time if any to prepare for the day, leaving her to rest it off while he snuck out before the other students awoke.
Aizawa sighed, his body feeling heavy, an unwant to leave the comfort of the bed as he gathered his clothing to change.
His eyes never strayed from her sleeping face, taking one last look at how peaceful she seemed. Never wanting to see that horrid contort of tears, coughing on words so distraught ever again. If he could do something small like this, or spending the night, anything to help, he would. Sadly it couldn't always be done.
And he'd dread it, the day he'd face it again with the image playing over in his mind, as he slipped out into the dark cover.
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"Ochako? Ochaaaaaako~," Mina knocked lightly.
The other students ran past in absolute stress, few stretching within the living area. Others hyping themselves up, and lastly practicing their quirks in small doses. All except one.
The dorm was rather lively with noise flooding the halls, voices echoed off the walls - some in anticipation while others shook in fear.
"I don't think she's in there guys," Mina hollered trying to catch someone's attention to help.
Bakugou had been trying to focus on himself, a ready mental state on the upcoming challenges, proving to be the best of the best. But listening to Minas obvious plea annoyed him after the first 10min of knocking.
Storming up behind her, he slammed his fist into the door several times.
"Wake the fuck up pink cheeks you fucking idiot, it's time to go!"
Mina cringed, scowling at his insensitive nature but could hear movement from behind the door now.
Ochako jumped, her eyes flying awake with a small shriek at the pounding on the other side of the door. The sun shown bright through the window, footsteps raking down the halls to be met with many voices.
Clutching the blanket over her chest, she sat up to grab her phone.
Checking the time, it was late. Nearly 9am as she immediately scrambled out from the tangled sheets, falling face first into the floor.
Her thighs felt extremely sore due to a certain someone, crawling over to the dresser and pulling out the U.A. official uniform. It was the big day, the one most looked forward to yet not at the same time. And she had overslept.
Running around the room getting ready, she quickly brushed her teeth and combed her horribly knotted hair, trying to ignore the deep seeded purple bags under her eyes.
I'm beginning to resemble him at this point.
Flying out the door, everyone had already left to line up in the front area of the house. She could hear him, his voice sternly coaching everyone on the basics of the Sports Festival.
"Alright. There's several different games to be played out there, and while they tell you do have fun, I say you best give it your all. Understand?," Aizawa tried to hype them all, eager young faces filled with either anxiety or determination as they stood side by side each other. Funny thing, reminding him of the years he had to also go through with this.
Yet she wasn't there, a small tint of anxiousness filling him as his eyes darted between the students for a spot of light brown hair.
"Yes sir!," they replied in unison, patting each other on the backs as they made their way out the front doors.
Deku looked around for her along with Mina, their faces expressed worry, trying to stay behind the group in case she'd show.
Which miraculously she did, frantically running down the halls heaving forward for air. Her arms waving.
"Waaaait! I'm here!," she yelled, her friends smiling at her, signaling for her to come over.
Though Aizawa remained standing not far off, waiting to go wake her within a few seconds if she did not make an appearance.
His arms folded over his chest, staring at her with amusement as she stopped next to him. Resting her hands on her knees gasping.
"I thought it'd be my turn to wake you up," he sneered, lifting himself off of the wall to follow behind the students.
Ochako heaved, running a hand through her hair as she jogged over to catch up to them. The comment leaving behind a small blush on her face.
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It was harrowing, the awe struck moment they entered the arena surrounded by skeptical fans cheering on the students. Not far off were many companies looking for who to market, pro heros guarding.
She was almost grateful to be exhausted, too tired to really pay attention to any of it as the sound drowned out, faded into the background while her eyes studied the commentary booth. It was the only thing causing the nauseated nervousness, his hardened glare judging how she'd perform. Hoping to not disappoint.
Though that dark figure she'd recognize anywhere, watching closely with his arms across his chest staring down at her. Present Mic by his side, giving praise to the student of U.A. as Midnight began explaining how things worked.
She was determined, her brows furrowed slightly. Recalling all the times he'd scolded her, reminding not to be incompetent. Late nights into the hours studying. Even the possibility of the day being about her as her parents may be watching at home, together. It wasn't the time to disappoint and appear weak.
The intercom turned off for a moment, allowing privacy so Midnight could speak.
Aizawa dreaded this after the secret was revealed, though promising weeks prior that he would attend to co-comentate on the students skills. And the second that button was pressed, he nearly wanted to cover his ears, tuning out the voice heros excited questions one way or another. Not like he could simply ignore him, nit picking was Mic's specialty.
In the corner of his eyes he could feel it, an intense, burning gaze through the shades of the now fixed glasses transfixed right on him. That bright, devious smile growing wider the closer he leaned in, and the harder Aizawa fought to ignore him.
"Are you worried?," he asked, resting his chin in his palms.
Aizawa already sighed annoyed, not really up to talking about Her. Though Hizashi would make sure that would be the days topic, all around, and all detailed.
"Worried about what?"
Mic stood slightly, pointing down at the students to obviously hint at Ochako.
"About that sweet little kitten who's gunna get murked out there!"
"We're supposed to be biased and as a teacher that's what I'll do."
Mic's faced turned more mischievous the more annoyed Aizawa got.
"Sure sure."
Midnight finished her announcements, with the students lined up once more towards the entrance of the running start, in turn he turned the Mic back on for further comments.
All Aizawa could hope for was that today would be too busy, with too much action going on to give much time for an interrogation. His personal life being on the line by a couple of kids.
Through the surge he lost her, the sight of light brown hair disappearing into the depths of the crowd. He'd be lying if he said deep down, he wasn't keeping track of her.
Use your damn quirk. Send them all flying.
"What's her quirk again? She doesn't stand out much really," Mic said, trying to get a rise out of him that he wouldn't fall for.
"Zero gravity by the things she touches. And no, she doesn't. Just like myself."
Mic began to fidget in his seat, many questions reeling through his mind that Aizawa now had no choice but to sit through. Even if he was playing the cool guy, calm and collective, he'd still answer one way or another. It was simply too exciting to contain.
Though maybe he wished Aizawa would give some reaction. A shock value, anger. Completely distraught in worry for the damsel in distress.
No, only calculated and unphased.
But the longer he stared at Aizawa, the closer look he got to the seriousness in his eyes. The way his pupils moved about as if trying to catch sight of a fly.
His grin spread wider, leaning closer.
"So~," he began. "How long have you two been together?"
"Don't know."
"Are you dating?"
"Nope."
"So you take naps with random girls? That's really weird."
Aizawa scowled hard at him, kicking the swivel chair until Mic screamed, enough use of his quirk to shake the glass. He in turn immediately activated his quirk to silence him.
"God you are such a fucking baby," he retorted, trying to pay back attention to the race.
Mic huffed to compose himself, a startled expression on his face compared to his friends calm demeanor.
"I don't like pain! It's scary!"
Though Aizawa didn't reply, his lips parted slightly as he finally caught sight of her small form making way through the steep caverns. Trying her best to float over and past other contestants.
Mic crossed his arms in a pout, turning the microphone on every few minutes to add comments to the scene. Trying to think of a way to get more information out of sheer want, being the nosey neighbor. He waited for Aizawa to lift a small bottle of alcohol to his lips for a swig.
"So how many times have you guys fucked!?," he yelled, snickering at the reaction it gave as Aizawa nearly spit out his drink. Hurrying to grab the microphone, and flick the button down. Mic froze, realizing it was on and the entire stadium had heard, heads turning with confused faces. The faculty as well, leering up at them with their mouths hanging open in shock. They watched below as the principal rose from his seat, exiting the row to the doors, surely on his way to greet them.
"You fucking idiot," Aizawa snapped. "Can't you mind your own business!?"
Mic had paid mind to the comment, butterflies filling his stomach at the embarrassment.
"I'll answer them if you stop asking while we're at school. Is that acceptable?," he added, angrily glaring at his friend.
He shook his head, giving a nervous smile. "Good deal!"
Though the door opened, with the small mouse entering, halting the conversation to another time.
"Good evening boys! The horse play has seemed to have gotten out of hand hmm?," he asked happily, though they knew better than to fall for the false charm.
Meanwhile, Ochako's face was beet red. Present Mic's comment could be heard loud enough for the few students paying attention to hear over the loud commotion, with bombs up next in the path to the finish line.
There was no doubt about it, that it was Mic's voice. And certainly it had to have been Shouta along side on the receiving end of it. Who else could it have been?
The entire situation was a double edged sword in a sense. One, Mic knew. Another person aside from the two of them knowing wasn't good, even if it was a friend. After all she lied to her friends, so why couldn't Shouta give her the same respect? Not like she was ashamed, the only reason it was hidden to begin with was because of the age/teacher student relationship.
And two, if he didn't know, then who else in Shouta's life was he referring to? Ochako didn't want consider that, it made her heart swell to even consider it a possibility that he would see another person on the side of her. Or maybe even, she was the side.
She shook her head, agitation circling onto her face as she braced herself along the bombs, careful to watch her step and try to push down negative thoughts that would cause a distraction, and ultimately her downfall.
Passing Deku, she noted his strange behavior digging into the dirt. Offering a small smile his way that wasn't reciprocated or noticed.
Up ahead were her other friends, trying their hardest in the tournament to become the best and outshine the other classes. Ochako almost felt guilty not using her quirk more to appear flashy, catching the notice of many agencies. She nearly wondered about Shouta, how he did back at her age in front of all these people, since it's not like he had a very catchy quirk either.
At least that small thought made her smile slightly, laughing mentally at imagining a young and angry Shouta.
As their small scolding with the mouse's underlying threats had ended, they both turned their attention back to the scene.
Trying to remain serious like two children that had been put in time out.
Mic opened his mouth to say something, but a large, loud crash boomed from the outside and through the monitor, he couldn't make her out any longer. The pink clouds smoking out surrounding students, he hadn't even noticed Izuku in the head as he flew to his feet in shock. Searching the screen for any sight of her.
"Uraraka!," he yelled aloud, a small smirk growing on Hizashi's face.
"Yea, not together all right."
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Okay! Sorry if this one wasn't the best or if the chapters have seemed boring surrounding other areas of the plot other than Aizawa and Ochako Together, but it's all apart of it. Think of it as a filler to the main base that I'm getting at lol
So we see Mic introduced more, which will play a larger role. Mostly in the later chapters though. Ik I put minor ChakoMic and yes there will be a reason for that! So stay tuned!
Also sorry if I get some things wrong, I'm tryna re-watch it cause it's been a while and all I can remember is the first and second season lol I haven't even seen the 4th though ik alot of what does happen (I don't mind spoilers). Still considering whether to add that or end the story at a shorter time, haven't decided.
Bis bald!