The classroom was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the flickering fluorescent bulbs above. Izuku nervously fidgeted in his seat, his eyes glued to the clock on the wall. 5:58 PM. Aizawa was late.
Just as he was about to give up and leave, the door creaked open and in walked Aizawa, her stern expression making it clear that she meant business.
"You're late," Izuku blurted out, immediately regretting it as Aizawa's gaze bore into him.
"And you're distracted," she retorted, her voice sharp and witty. "I thought I made it clear that this tutoring session was not optional. Yet here you are, more interested in ogling me than learning."
Izuku's face turned beet red as he tried to defend himself. "I-I wasn't ogling you!"
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Oh really? Then prove it. Show me that you're serious about this lesson."
Determined to prove himself, Izuku removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, his gaze never leaving Aizawa's. She couldn't help but be impressed by his determination.
"Alright, I'll give you a chance," she said, her tone softening. "But if you can't focus, I'm ending this session early."
Izuku nodded, ready to prove himself. But as he tried to focus on the lesson, his mind kept wandering. He couldn't help but imagine Aizawa in a different setting, one that was more... intimate.
Aizawa noticed his distraction and called him out on it. "Izuku, if you want to continue this lesson, you need to get your head in the game. I'm not here to play games with you."
Izuku tried his best to focus, but it was no use. He was too lost in thought. Aizawa, seeing that he was beyond help, decided to end the lesson early.
"Come back tomorrow, more prepared and focused," she told him as he gathered his things.
But before he could leave, Aizawa stopped him. "Izuku, if you want to make up for today's lesson, you know what you have to do."
Izuku looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"
Aizawa smirked and winked at him. "Think about it. I'll see you tomorrow."
As she left the classroom, Izuku was left to ponder her words. What did she mean by that? He couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest at the thought of it.
The after-school tutoring session was far from over.
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