Chapter 7 Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Doo

She stared longingly at the many bags of designer fashion labels. But more like the thin plastic one that sat between them. Its black plastic hides the secrets that were in the pages of her new book.

Would Loid and Kyoko be reunited and confess their feelings, or would the angst and slow burn continue on in this book too?

Yuri takes her frustration out on the dummy that she was tasked to train with. Going back and forth with various martial art combinations. Eraser abandoned her in the training room after they arrived at the U.A. campus. When he had informed her that they'd be going to the campus after their shopping excursion she was more than overjoyed.

The hero school was famous and whenever she was on missions involving schools the topic of the hero school always got brought up. Students wishing that they had passed the exams but didn't or talk about upcoming heroes in the hero courses.

It always seemed a bit surreal to have conversations about heroes with the civilians while being an undercover hero herself. The conversations that were the most amusing were the ones when the girls, and even a few guys, would gush and giggle over the latest Hawks gossip.

Yuri would find herself having to restrain from correcting rumors or accidentally revealing anything. As an outlet she'd just text the said hero about the conversation and have their own laugh if it was laugh worthy. If the rumor was on the more negative side she'd take note to text him some words of praise.

He liked his ego stroked which wasn't news for anyone, even the public. But Yuri also knew that deep down, under the Hawks persona, Keigo liked to be validated. He thrived off of it depending on who is giving him the praises.

Because sometimes it's not the words but who is delivering them.

Sweat dripping from her brow she decided that she had had enough of the combat and opted for a bit of mobility and flexibility training.

Groaning that the few minutes felt way longer than they probably were.

. . .

It was infuriating that they were following him around like disobedient puppies have just learned that there was a new toy lying in wait.

He wished that there had been another way around it but there was not. He had needed the laptop for grading and it was going to be very likely that he was going to encounter them.

Though his hero students were off, Midnight and Present Mic still had classes and the ever growing workload of ungraded papers. While he was hoping to have his work finished this evening before he really had to get a roll on the mission.

"You went on a shopping date?" Midnight gushed behind him, "Oh, Did you pick out dresses and lingerie together? Did you eat pretzels and coffee in the food court? Did you sneak away into the dressing room for a bi-"

Aizawa quickly maneuvered his cloth so that it pressed flush around Midnight jaw. Closing her mouth and shutting up all of her accusations. No matter how accurate they technically were. Even the pretzels and coffee.

He saw the girl eyeballing the food every time they would pass the display case. Eventually he gave into her longing eyes and told her that they needed to eat. When he saw her studying the nutrition label that was on the side of the menu he told her to ignore the macros. She was going to be burning it all during training either way.

It was both amusing and sad to watch the moment of hesitation just before she devoured the soft pretzel. It would have gone unnoticed to the untrained eye. After the salty treat they both ordered a black coffee, his was hot while hers was iced.

"I was following orders. The PHSC had us buy attire to match our roles… It was only out of convenience that we acquired food while we were out." He hesitated and he knew that they heard it. His friends were always looking for his weak links to pick at.

"Mmhhmm, Yeah. Convenience." Midnight reiterated.

He tried to not let it erk at him and just continued on to the double doors that lead to the training room.

When the trio entered the area Yuri was facing away from them. She was sitting on the mat in a straddle position while stretching her torso against the mat.

"Hey, Eraser." Her voice carried across the gym, "Could you push me down for a better stretch?"

Yamada held on to the snicker that was dying to be released. Mostly because of the side eye that Aizawa was giving him.

Approaching the woman from behind, Shouta Aizawa felt like he was towering over her just before he crutched behind her figure.

"Who do you normally train with?" He kept his voice void of emotion as he took in her figure. He could see the lean muscles in her back shoulders. He could tell that she probably had excellent arm strength and mobility.

"Uhh, When I was younger it was mostly just Hawks and practice dummies when it came to physical training. Well, the hand-to-hand comeback training." She snickers at the end, "But later on they hand a trainer assigned to me. He didn't go by a name. It was to avoid attachment."

She said the last statement just as he had placed a hand on her upper back between her shoulder blades. The material was thin and he could feel the warmth from her workout radiate onto his palm.

He wasn't prepared for it and felt his fingers twitch in place, he masked the involuntary reaction by applying pressure to help with her stretch.

"When I stretch by myself I have a rope tied to my bedpost to help me." She states, her voice muffled as her face becomes closer to the mat.

Aizawa's lips curve into a hidden smirk, "Is that where you go the idea of my tying you up to my bedposts?"

His hand had to move down to her mid back to help her lengthen and stretch further. Clearly she was capable of deep positions.

Watching her body mold to the mat and her delicate but lean arms extended out in front of her was a sight. He kept his eyes forward. Already he was aware that his body was towering over hers and was sure his friends were having a field day in the back of the gym.

"Maybe. I guess it's too bad that you don't have bedposts."

His eyes zero in on her wrists and imagines them in ropes. She was both stubborn and strong enough to take his different knot techniques. The last time he imagined her tied up it was more submissively in waiting. This time the picture was of her submissively begging.

With her hands tied together in front and folded in half barring her back. Beggin-

Aizawa shook his head and snatched his hand from her body and stepped back from her. The motions through her off and she sits up abruptly and turns to him.

Yuri sees a darkness in his eyes, something was there but his face was void and was hiding what his eyes could not.

Before she could speak he does instead. A half grin on his face, "I don't need a bedpost to tie you up."

She's a bit taken back. Through her work she wasn't naive but she had thought she was poking and having fun with Eraser. But his words and his eyes didn't match. Not completely.

She couldn't tell anymore if he was joking or was a temptress. Tempter? It felt seductive in a way that she had never experienced.

She could have thought of it deeper but didn't want to make Eraser the grumpy to her sunshine. Which reminded her and eased her thoughts somewhere else.

"Can I be done and read my book now?" She huffed.

He was grateful in the topic shift. Aizawa almost stepping that line of banter and… something else entirely.

He noted that banter with Yuri was a dangerous game. It didn't take the course that it did with other students. Simply because of the topics. But it also wasn't the same banter that he had with tweedle dee and tweedle doo either.

"I have been wanting to read this!" He hears an excited gasp behind him. Speaking of tweedle dee and tweedle doo.