Chapter 04
He doesn't seem the type of guy who pays attention to the small details. While completely focused, she's willing to bet that he only wants to get the job done with as little resistance as possible.
Get in, get it done, get out.
She feels like that is his life motto.
Who could blame her for going to that conclusion? He looks like he is done with literally everything; teaching his students, working as a Hero, and most definitely in life in general. He hates bullshittery and wasting of time. His most memorable words are, "get to the point."
There's also his job: an Underground Hero. Away from spotlights and attention, solely for savings and rescues, she still remembers just how heated he got when she questioned his role as an Underground Hero. He doesn't even openly state that he is a Hero.
"Don't ya think ya didn't teach them enough?" she asks, sounding uncertain.
"I taught them just enough," Eraserhead replies. She can't help but turn her head to give him a doubtful look. He doesn't spare her a glance, keeping his eyes focused on what's in front of them. Still feeling doubtful, she returns back to the activity at hand.
Apparently there is a friendly competition happening in UA against other schools and any Heroes can come and watch. So she came by for shits and giggles. Coincidentally, she arrived just in time for Eraserhead's students to hit the ring.
Imagine her surprise that this damned Underground Hero is also a teacher in Japan's most prestigious Hero school. Not only that he is also the homeroom teacher for the Heroics class.
She watches as one of his students, the one with the black haired ponytail, struggles against her opponent, who is overwhelming her with six sets of fists. She tries to make a weapon but each attempt she is either too slow to successfully make one or her opponent slaps it out of her hand very quickly. It is clear she is losing.
Suddenly, she manages to dodge the barrages of fists and gets behind her opponent. She quickly grabs a staff, one of the first weapons she had created, and swings it by her opponents feet, toppling him down. Then she switches the staff for another fallen weapon, a knife this time. Before her opponent can get up, she climbs on top of him and mercilessly swings down the knife.
It misses his jugular by an inch.
"Yaoyorozu wins!"
"You almost killed me!"
Quite a way to end the fight.
She hears Eraserhead grunts next to her.
She doesn't know if he is happy about it or not.
"But what would Miruko do?"
She stops dead in her tracks.
She then sneaks her way closer to the source of the voice, which is the classroom. Instead of entering, she presses her back against the wall by the door. Then, she slides the door very quietly enough for a sliver of crack and peeks in.
Inside, she sees Aizawa with one of his students, Froppy (who insistently keeps telling her to call her Tsu). Both are standing in front of the class, near the podium. Aizawa is leaning back against it while Froppy stands in front of him, a finger on her chin as usual.
She wonders why Froppy brings her up.
"While the fundamentals are essentially the same, your Quirk is completely different from Miruko's," Aizawa starts in that educator voice of his.
Ah, so it's about her Quirk.
"Disregarding training and focusing solely on Quirks, your leaps are actually more powerful than hers. Your Quirk allows you to jump further than Miruko's, significantly so."
That's correct. An average rabbit can leap about three times their own length, meanwhile an average frog can leap about twenty times their own length. Since Froppy seems like her Quirk is more akin to that of a Tree Frog, she can probably leap even further.
"But Miruko trained her body to maximize the potential of her Quirk, while minimizing its weakness as much as possible. Alongside training her body to the limit, she had also developed her own unique techniques to make her jump further. Combining her intense training and developing her own techniques, she can leap much further than you and jump much higher than you."
When she sees the surprised and awed look on Froppy's face, she can't help but feel pride.
Just like Aizawa said, she ain't slacking to get to the top spot.
"For a fast horizontal leap, her position would be something like this."
He then squats down the space next to the podium at the front of the class, with Froppy quickly following after just so she can be eye level with him.
Well, this ought to be interesting.
She tries not to snort. Aizawa is teaching what she would do? She was planning to enter a minute ago but now she wants to see what he will teach his student. She expects him to get things wrong.
Instead, she stares with silent awe.
She watches as Aizawa crouches down and places his hands on the floor. His legs are a little straighter than when he was squatting earlier, heels rise up leaving his toes touching the floor.
That's… how she would do if she's about to jump forward with extreme speed.
His baggy clothes do hide some stuff but she can tell.
He… he did her pose perfectly.
Then she watches as Froppy tries to copy him. She can see a few mistakes but Aizawa quickly points them out and shows the corrections. Not long after, Froppy now mimics his position.
Now without having baggy clothes obstructing, she can see that Froppy does her pose perfectly under Aizawa's guidance.
"With Quirks like yours and Miruko's, leaping is like running. You use your entire body, not just your legs. But for a vertical jump, it will be like this."
He changes position again, now with full sole of his feet touching the ground. It looks very similar to any pose from anyone if they aim for higher jump, but she knows her own body and she knows what it took to gain that extra inch of height.
And Aizawa is doing her pose perfectly again.
And, again under his guidance, Froppy copies his pose and it looks exactly like hers.
After that, he starts doing different poses and explaining what each pose benefits, what each pose has over the other, what pose is better in certain situations. And then he guides Froppy to do all the poses and positions properly.
It's odd, funny even, seeing her boyfriend, known to be aloof and stoic, doing her battle poses.
"Part of the reason why her forward leaps are so fast is because she doesn't leap just with her legs. Her arms assist in the speed. Hence, I would recommend for you to strengthen your arms as well if you want to achieve faster and further leaps. She has grippy gloves to give her greater purchase of surface area, but your Quirk is already sticky enough to cling onto even the slipperiest surface."
And they're not even half-baked imitations.
There's nothing for her to criticize.
He's done them all perfectly.
And the fact that he can teach them all to Froppy shows that he also understands them.
"You really like your girlfriend, Mr. Aizawa," Froppy says so casually with that cute smile of hers. "I was planning to ask her directly but I think I got everything from you."
"You can ask her yourself right now."
She twitches.
Well, she has been caught.
She slides the door wide open and walks in, just as Aizawa and Froppy stand up. She gives them a guilty smile, especially towards Froppy who looks surprised by her sudden appearance, meanwhile Aizawa doesn't even look at her, keeping his eyes closed, relaxed and nonchalant.
She can hear Froppy saying something, but her eyes and attention are stuck on her boyfriend.
Just how much did he pay attention to her?
For him to get down to such minute details…
She's just chilling on the couch, belly down on the cushion doom-scrolling through her phone. She's just minding her own business, when she suddenly feels a weight right on her thighs, causing her to let go of her phone and it clatters on the floor. Before she can look at what her husband is doing, as he is the only other person in their home right now, her breath hitches when she feels his calloused hands slide down the side of her thighs, right on the edge of her shorts.
Before she can form a word, she feels his hands start creeping upwards. His fingers intentionally catch on her shorts, hiking them up and digging into her core, causing her to arch her back at the press.
Then, they slip from his fingers.
Her hips fall back onto the cushion as a light frown appears on her furrow. He expertly skirts his hands just enough around her bobtail, teasing it without touching.
She knows he can see the hair standing up.
His hands slip under her singlet and up her back. And as his hands further travel upwards, he is hiking her singlet higher and higher. She feels her breasts slipping out of it, until it all bunches right below her collarbones. Right now, only her arms are in the way from fully taking it off. His hands move down her back and to the side until they rest at her hips. She feels his fingers digging into her flesh, grabbing a firm hold of her waist.
Then, he humps.
Instinctively, her body arches her back, further pressing her ass right into his crotch.
Now she's horny for sure.
She grits her teeth when she is reminded of those damn fabrics between them.
She feels his weight shift, away from her legs and onto her back. She lets out a long sigh when she feels the lovingly familiar weight.
She feels his hands move again, slowly going down and slipping between the cushion and her body. His fingers spread out, feeling each bump of her abs and gliding over her navel. Her body involuntarily twitches when one finger suddenly presses into her navel before it moves away.
He teases her when his fingers barely graze her shorts. She grits her teeth again, hating the reminder.
Then, his hands move away from her abdomen and begin to rise up. She feels each bump of his fingers scraping against her skin. She knows those hands intimately, yet they never fail to leave goosebumps. His hands slide higher and higher, until his fingers touch the underside of her breasts.
Then, their movement slows down. it's his right hand moves first, creeping very slowly up. She feels her boob molds around his fingers, pushing it upwards under his motion, until it rests comfortably in his hand.
She gasps when his calloused palm brushes against her nub.
His other hand follows suit, agonizingly slow much like the first one. He's taking his time, savoring every second and every inch of her skin. When he finally cups her boob, he intentionally brushes his rough palm against her nip, causing her to gasp once more.
He gives the bust a gentle squeeze, massaging them, kneading them.
She releases a sigh, loving the feeling, relishing it.
Then, once more he humps.
A moan involuntarily escapes her lips.
She tries to push her ass into his groin, but his weight is stopping her from moving an inch. He keeps massaging her breasts, fingers occasionally teasing her areolas, making her body shudder each time, while pressing her down with his body.
"Rumi."
Her toes curl when he presses his lips into her ear and whispers directly into it.
"Please."
Her whispering plea sounds so desperate. She tries her best to grind against him, show her needs.
She can't hold it back anymore.
When one of his hands leaves her breast, she suppresses the urge to whimper at the loss of touch. But when she can't feel his groin pressing against her anymore, she can't hold it in anymore and lets out a displeased whimper.
The displeasure instantly disappears when she feels him pull her shorts to the side, exposing her for his pleasure.
A lustrous smile appears on her lips when a familiar heat presses against her fold.
Her smile only deepens when it slides away from her pussy and starts pressing into her asshole.
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I think I went a little overboard with the 3rd act...