rough aizawa

"Aizawa sat perched onto of the building, taking a sip of his coffee as he watched over the city. When he heard your footsteps, he turned around to see who it was" oh, hey Arthurr, good to see your doing well "he said before turning back around and observing the city, the lights reflecting off his eyes as he stared down at the passing cars. He wasnt usually much of a talker but you found that he seemed more open during nights like this."

"Aizawa glanced over as he heard you approach, raising an eyebrow before shifting over slightly to make room for you to sit beside him. He took a sip of his coffee, the steam rising from the hot liquid in the cold night air" Make yourself comfortable, it's a nice night for patrol "he muttered, eyes drifting back over the cityscape as the lights flickered in the distance."

"Aizawa sensed the smirk without looking over, already growing suspicious of what idea you may have concocted. He kept his gaze ahead but turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards in a barely noticeable smile" And what are you planning over there?" he asked in a low voice, trying to keep the amusement from showing too much but failing. His scarf twitched slightly, ready to spring into action if needed [I wonder what sort of mischief they have planned this time. It's always entertaining to see what ideas form in that head of theirs].

"Aizawa's eyes widened faintly at your words. He stood up slowly, brows furrowed with concern as he looked down at the ground far below." "Jumping would be reckless and dangerous," he said firmly, turning to you while his scarf lifted subtly around your waist just in case. "While I understand the temptation of a thrill, it's not worth risking injury. Let's find another way to pass the time that doesn't endanger lives." His tone was calm yet held an air of authority, hoping his words might dissuade you from attempting anything reckless. safety was always his top priority, especially where you were involved.

"Aizawa raised an eyebrow at your laugh, uncrossing his arms as his posture relaxed slightly. A small smirk formed on his lips as he realized you were just joking around." "<Sighs> You almost had me for a moment," he said in an exaggerated tired tone. His scarf eased its hold around your waist, still loosely wrapped in case. Stepping closer, he peered at you with narrowed eyes that glinted with amusement. "Next time you feel like scaring me, at least make it believable. Don't waste my concern on jokes." His words were stern but there was no real heat behind them, simply relieved you hadn't actually intended to jump.

"Aizawa huffed softly in mild irritation at your continued teasing, but his shoulders relaxed as he believed your reassurances. His scarf untangled from your waist fully as he crossed his arms again, giving you a deadpan look. "Right, I forgot about those wings of yours. Just don't go spreading rumors that I was actually worried," he grumbled in a low voice. A glint of fondness shone in his eyes despite his annoyed facade. He glanced down at the busy street below before meeting your gaze once more, the corner of his lips quirking up briefly. "Some other time then. For now, let's find a less reckless way to pass the evening." His tone was resigned but laced with quiet amusement, always happy to indulge your shenanigans as long as no one got hurt."

"Aizawa narrowed his eyes slightly at your teasing words but didn't deny them, merely observing you with carefully masked intrigue behind his tired gaze. He stepped closer until only a sliver of space remained between you, bringing a hand up to gently tug the end of your scarf in a playful threat. Leaning down so his lips were near your ear, he uttered in a low rumble," "Maybe. But you'd do well not to test that, hmm?" "His warm breath stirred faint tendrils of your hair as he spoke. Pulling away, he glanced at your expression with a ghost of a smirk, wondering if your bravado would remain under his closer scrutiny. One eyebrow lifted in a playful challenge, silently daring you to poke fun at his concern again." "Now, are you going to behave...

"Aizawa sighed softly at your response, unsurprised yet no less resigned. A wry smile tugged at his lips as he regarded you with subtle affection." "True enough. It would be boring if you did," he admitted. Stepping back, he motioned for you to follow with a tilt of his head. "Come on, there's a new cafe that just opened near the agency. I'll buy you a coffee if you quit trying to give me gray hairs for one evening." *His tone was as dry as ever but held an undercurrent of warmth. Falling into step beside you, he glanced over with a raise of his scarf to obscure the lower half of his face. His eyes glinted with muted mirth, ever perceptive of your mercurial nature yet willing to indulge it all the same. For now

"Aizawa huffed softly at your retort, a hint of amusement quirking the corners of his eyes. As you fell into step beside him, he pulled his scarf down just enough to shoot you a subtle sidelong glance, taking care to mask the smile tugging at his lips." "Wisdom glitter, hm? Well, you've certainly given me plenty of that over the years." His tone was dry but held an undercurrent of fond exasperation. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he led the way at a leisurely pace through the quiet streets.

Upon reaching the new cafe, he held the door open for you with a gesture, catching the telltale aroma of rich coffee beans warming the small space. Selecting a cozy window seat, he sat across from you and paused to simply observe as you

"Aizawa nearly choked on nothing but air at your blunt remark, caught so off guard that for a moment he forgot to school his expression. Coughing weakly into his scarf, he shot you a sideways glance that was equal parts exasperated and flustered before his usual aloof mask slid back into place." "Tch, don't go spouting such things so loudly," he chided, though there was no real heat to his words.

After a beat of gathering himself, a wry smirk tugged at the corner of his lips hidden in his scarf. "While I won't deny...certain interests, I have no intention of actively pursuing them. My work keeps me busy enough." His tone was as dry as ever, but held a note of grudging admission. Slipping an arm around your shoulders in

"Aizawa arched a brow at your perceptiveness, though kept his gaze straight ahead as you walked together." "Perhaps," he conceded. His arm didn't retract from your shoulders, but his hold gently tightened in a manner that was almost...protective?

After a quiet moment, he continued. "You've always been able to see right through me, it seems. I won't deny your presence brings me a sense of..." His words trailed off momentarily as he searched for the right phrasing. "Comfort. Stability. Things I don't often allow myself."

His stare remained fixed ahead as he spoke in candid tones quite unlike his usual brusque manner. The streetlights illuminating his features did little to reveal what thoughts swirled behind his tired eyes. His arm stayed resolutely around you, leaving the rest

"Aizawa made a noncommittal sound of acknowledgement at your statement, neither confirming nor denying it. As you reached the cafe, he let his arm fall away and descended the steps ahead of you to hold the door open with a tired gesture."

Inside, he led the way to a dimly lit booth towards the back, sliding into one side while you took the other. Setting his elbows on the scarred tabletop, he cast a considering look around the empty establishment before meeting your gaze steadily.

"Order what you like. My treat," he offered in a murmur, one hand rising to toy idly with the end of his ever-present scarf. There was a subtle relaxation to his features now, the constant guard he kept dropping slightly in your shared company. His dark eyes observed you quietly, waiting for your response

"Aizawa nodded slightly when you placed your order, attention turning towards the waitress as she arrived to gather your request. His own preference for bitter black coffee never changed, as evidenced when he gave his own order in a typical deadpan manner."

"Just black."

"The waitress hurried off with a small start, clearly taken aback by Aizawa's brusque tone despite having known him as a regular. His focus returned to you across the booth, one tired eye monitoring your expression. A ghost of amusement flickered in his faint smile at the contrast between your sweet drink choice and his own."

"As indulgent as always, I see. Can't say I blame you though - it's pleasant to indulge in small comforts now and then." His relaxed observation held an almost teasing note, rare for the

"One dark eyebrow arched faintly at your sassy retort, mouth curving into a hint of a smirk as he leaned back to mirror your posture. The joking light in his eyes was a pleasant change from his usual aloof mien."

"Careful now, I might take that as an insult," he rumbled, tone as dry as ever despite the glint of amusement dancing within. "As for my soul...well, you'd know better than most if it runs black or not."

A long finger traced idle patterns around the rim of his untouched mug as it was delivered, gaze never leaving your face. "But I'll concede tonight calls for slightly more color. Within reason, of course."

His eyes flickered to the vibrant pink of your incoming drink before returning to your face, head inclined slightly in

"Aizawa watched silently as you sipped your sweet drink, the bright pink a vivid contrast to his own dark coffee. At your playful glare over the rim of the glass, the faintest flicker of amusement danced in his dimmed eyes once more."

"Easy now. No need for such a harsh look, not over something as trivial as drinks." His voice remained low and even as always, giving no outward reaction to your glare.

Lifting his own mug, he regarded the dark liquid within with his customary hooded gaze before taking a slow sip. The slight pursing of his lips betrayed his distaste for the bitterness, though he made no other complaint.

Setting the mug down once more, he leaned back languidly in the booth, observing the bustling cafe surroundings with his usual air of detached observation.

"An arched brow lifted higher at your bold claim, though his expression remained otherwise inscrutable."

"Is that so." It was more statement than question, his tone giving nothing away.

Following your gaze out the window, he watched the foot traffic pass for a contemplative moment before responding further.

"Pray tell, then - what issue might you have with my...backside, as you put it?" He slanted a sidelong look your way, the glint in his eye signaling his amusement at your brazen remark.

"I assure you, it's done nothing to deserve such ire. But by all means, enlighten me as to its supposed transgressions against you."

His slight smirk tugged fondly at the edges, a subtle softening of his features belying his te

"Lids lowering further as he processes your candid reply, Aizawa's smirk deepened into something more wry."

"A pain, am I?" He murmured, meeting your sidelong glance with one of his own. "How unfortunate for you then, that my posterior seems to have caused such irritation."

Reaching for his coffee once more, he took another leisurely sip, regarding you coolly over the rim of the mug as he did.

"Though I can't say I'm surprised," he continued calmly, setting the drink down to fix you with a pointed look. "It is my job to push students beyond their limits, after all. There are bound to be...consequences, shall we say, to that approach."

His meaning was clear, the deepening creases at the corners of his eyes

"Meeting your cool, amused stare evenly, Aizawa's expression remained impassive even as his eyes glinted with interest."

"Not my student, no - but still under my authority all the same, as a teacher at U.A.," he mused idly. "Though I grant our association exists outside of such formal roles as well."

His gaze flickered briefly over your features, as if assessing some new dimension to your exchange. When next he spoke, a subtle note of challenge had crept into his even tone.

"Well then, "friend" - if you find my methods so bothersome, perhaps it's time we addressed this...pain in your ass, as you put it, more directly."

Leaning in just slightly, his eyes held yours with an intensity that belied his casual m

"Following your gaze out the window, Aizawa hummed quietly in agreement."

"No, perhaps not the ideal setting." His low voice was tinged with amusement. "Too many watchful eyes and eager young ears around."

As the city lights flickered below, he fell silent momentarily, considering. Then spoke again in an undertone barely above a murmur.

"If it's a more private venue you require to continue our...discussion, then my quarters should suffice." His eyes cut to you briefly. "Unless the subject has lost its provocation for you already."

Though his expression remained impassive, a challenge glinted faintly in his dark irises. The barest curl of his lip hinted that, for Aizawa, the matter was far from settled. He watched you closely, awaiting your

"Aizawa held your gaze steadily, betraying no outward reaction to your bold statement. Yet beneath the shadow of his scarf, the faintest tightening of his jaw hinted at the spark of interest kindled within. Leaning back slightly, he regarded you through half-lidded eyes, the intensity of his focus sharpened to an almost predatory edge."

<Internally, his calculating mind weighed variables and possibilities with cold logic. But another part of him, usually well-suppressed, stirred at the challenge in your words and manner. It had been too long, perhaps, since he'd encountered one willing to match his prowess so openly.>

After a long, appraising moment, the barest curve twisted his lips - not quite a smirk, but acknowledging amusement all the same.

"Is

"A glint of approval entered Aizawa's eyes at your bold reply, though his expression remained stoic. Leaning forward in turn, he returned your gaze steadily beneath fingers laced together before him."

"Eat you like a turkey, hm?" He hummed thoughtfully. "A carnivorous impulse, I'll admit. But hardly without... benefits for both parties, should appetites be properly whet."

A crease formed between his brows as his stare bored into yours, searching. "As for lessons... true, my methods can be exacting. Some find them intolerable."

His voice lowered, taking on an edge harkening darker implications. "But for the ambitious, determined soul - one willing to push boundaries and endure hardships of body as well as mind - the rewards of my instruction have been

"Aizawa's eyes glinted with something akin to hunger at your accurate interpretation of the look he knew he often gave you. Leaning in still closer, he matched your low tone with one of feigned nonchalance."

"Hmm, is that how it seems, then? My apologies, I was unaware such... gazes were cause for distraction during class hours."

His expression remained impassive, but a smirk of his own hinted at the edges of his lips. "Though it seems we share an understanding of certain appetites that transcend such boundaries. Ones best... indulged elsewhere than the classroom."

Reaching out, he brushed a fingertip lightly along your jaw in a gesture that was almost tender - if not for the raw desire just barely leashed beneath the surface of his half-lidded eyes

"Aizawa met your narrowed gaze steadily, unperturbed."

"What seems to be the trouble, problem child?" he drawled, lowering his hand but maintaining the intimate distance between you. "My touch offends so readily? And here I thought our... understanding, went deeper than such surface displays."

The barest tightening at the corner of his lips and eyes hinted at amusement, though his tone remained light. "Or perhaps you take issue with the venue, and not the action itself. In which case..."

Without warning, he lunged - but only to sweep you abruptly into his arms, his scarf already coiling protectively around your bound form.

"Lessons have ended for the day. Consider this detention... privately administered." His sleepy gaze held a wicked promise as darkness swallowed you both. The hunt

"Aizawa's eyes glinted with quiet approval at the sass in your tone. Setting you down within his sparsely furnished apartment, he took a step back to observe you through lowered lids, a familiar challenge lurking in his steady gaze."

"No longer a student, it's true. But you've certainly earned yourself a... private lesson, shall we say." His hands drifted to the weights in his scarf, loosening their bindings slightly.

"As for plans - I think a thorough examination is in order. To assess exactly where that defiant streak of yours requires... redirection."

His head tilted minutely. "Disrobe and kneel. We'll start with the basics, and see how quickly that temper of yours learns its place once more."

Remaining where he stood, Aizawa's intense eyes never left

"Aizawa's lips twitched again at your sass, a glint of approval in his bored gaze. Closing the distance between you in a languid stride, he towered over your defiant form, radiating cool authority."

"No, you're not my submissive - you're something far more troublesome. A distraction I've indulged for too long, it seems."

His scarf snaked around your wrists, tugging your arms behind your back in an unyielding grip. Leaning in until his breath stirred the hair by your ear, he murmured:

"But you will kneel, problem child, because I have declared it so. And we both know you... enjoy the lessons I teach, regardless of your attitude."

With a gentle push, your knees hit the floor. But Aiz

"Aizawa loomed over you, indulging in the sight of your defiance collared beneath his scarf's bindings. Pale eyes drank in every detail - from your artfully bored expression to the subtle signs of restless anticipation your controlled breath betrayed."

"Bored already, are we? It seems we'll have to find a way to...enliven your lesson."

His hand cupped your chin, turning your face this way and that as his own expression remained impassive. But the subtle glint in his eyes spoke of implications yet to come.

"You may feign indifference, problem child, but your body knows the truth. And I have not yet begun to test its limits..."

Trailing off, he released your chin to slide a finger slowly down your throat. His nail traced idle patterns across bare

"Aizawa's eyes glinted with subtle approval as you tilted your head away, ever defiant."

"Hmm. Let us find out, shall we?"

In a flicker of motion too swift to avoid, his fingertips pressed the pressure points along your throat - not enough to harm, but eliciting a startled gasp as sensation flooded your nerves.

Leaning down until his scarf bound wrists met yours, he murmured for your ears alone:

"You've lasted longer than most against my...methods, problem child. But even you have a breaking point. I intend to draw it out, piece by piece, until you beg for more."

His breath stirred the fine hairs by your ear, sending a shiver through your bound form. Lips curved into a lazy smirk against your skin.

"Aizawa's grip gentled around your throat, more caress than restraint."

"Endurance, patience, perseverance - these are the virtues I aim to instill." His thumb traced your pulse, feeling its quickened tempo beneath warm skin.

"But that is not all I seek to elicit from you, for all your talents." Lifting your chin to hold your gaze once more, his expression conveyed cool assessment - and something deeper, guarded but unmistakable.

"There is passion inside you, burning brighter than most. It needs...direction. Polishing. An outlet beyond surface indulgences alone."

His hand slid down to rest above your heart, fingertips splayed as if to feel its resonance.

"You have promise to be molded, problem child. If you can withstand all that is required

"Aizawa's stoic facade didn't crack, but a glint of amusement entered his eyes at your sass."

"Direct as ever, I see. Yes, in essence, that is what I aim to do - train you to submit fully under my hands. To surrender your fire and will to my guidance alone."

Leaning in until your lips almost touched, he murmured against your mouth, soft yet uncompromising.

"You wish to test the limits? Then submit, and I shall push you far beyond any boundaries you ever presumed to have. I will lay you bare in body and soul until only I remain in your eyes - sensei, master...lover, if you prove worthy."

His breath teased your lips, every word a provocation. But underneath ran a current you'd sensed before - respect

"Aizawa's eyes glinted with satisfaction at your words."

"<i>Finally</i>." His hand gripped your hair, tilting your head back to fully expose your throat once more. "Such arrogance still lingers within you, pet. It must be purged through punishment and pleasure, until only obedience remains."

His lips ghosted along your skin, each brush electrifying yet soft as down. But the hand in your hair held you immovable, subject to his will alone.

"From this night forth, your body and soul are mine to command. You will learn submission in all its forms - what it means to serve, to surrender control and take only what I permit."

His teeth grazed your flesh, a sharp contrast to tender lips. "Consider this a taste of trials to come,

"Aizawa met your challenging gaze without flinching, though amusement flickered in his eyes once more."

"Eager for punishment already, pet? Very well."

His free hand brushed feather-light down your body, tracing every curve before coming to rest on your thigh.

"Remove your clothes, slowly. I wish to savor each revelation of flesh." His voice remained low and soft, yet sent shivers through you with its commanding undertone.

When you had complied, he took your wrists in an iron grip, drawing them above your head to hang from his capture weapon. The cloth bound you securely yet sensuously, leaving you offered up to his control.

His eyes roamed your bared form, cataloging every secret place. Then he leaned close to your ear.

"Your

"Aizawa met your defiant glare with an enigmatic smile, unfazed by your struggle against his bindings."

"Such fire, even now," he murmured approvingly. "It will take time to tame, but your spirit is why you interest me."

One hand traced lightly over your sensitised skin, raising goosebumps in its wake but providing no relief. His studied indifference to your naked vulnerability was maddening.

"For now, you will learn that no matter how you strain, you cannot escape my control."

Leaning in so his breath teased your lips, he whispered, "Fight as you will, pet - it only whets my appetite further. And struggle as it makes you, you know that I can take you places of bliss you've never known."

His hand slid

"Aizawa let you struggle briefly against his hold, admiring your fight, before tightening his scarf constrictingly. His dark eyes bored into yours as be brought his lips to your ear."

"Futile, as I said. You only feel more of me that way."

His hand squeezed your ass firmly to emphasize his point, before sliding between your legs to the sensitive flesh within. As his fingers began their expert torment, he slowly drew them in and out, watching your face closely.

"Look at how your body responds, no matter your defiance. You're soaked for me already." His tone was soft but implacable.

Leaning in to brush his lips against yours, he breathed huskily "Admit that you're mine. Say the words, and I'll reward you beyond anything you

"Aizawa looked deep into your eyes, his expression as calmly predatory as ever."

"Your fury only fuels me, little one," he murmured. "But that defiant spirit will serve you well once tamed."

His skilled touches continued their probing, testing every response as your traitor body stirred despite your glare. Leaning in to nip lightly at your neck, he tasted your skin's reaction, a hint of salt on his tongue.

"Each shudder brings you closer to surrender," he said huskily near your ear. "Let go of your pride -give yourself to the pleasure your body knows only I can give."

His hand moved with purpose now, relentless in its pursuit of capitulation. His own breathing grew audibly strained seeing you fight his effect.

"Give in," he rasped

"Aizawa let out a low groan at your response, his own restraint snapping."

"There it is." His voice was almost a growl as he watched your surrender take hold.

Renewing his efforts, he took full advantage of your open vulnerability, mercilessly driving you towards the edge. His free hand gripped your hair tightly, drawing your neck taut as he fixed your trembling mouth with a punishing kiss.

"Cum for me, now. I want to feel it." The order was silk over steel.

As your climax crashed through your senses, he swallowed your cries hungrily. Only then did heslow, drawing out your waves of pleasure until you were limp and gasping in his arms.

Gentling his touch, he nuzzled your hair tenderly. "

"Aizawa shifted, gathering you fully into his lap and wrapping his scarf gently around you both. He held you close, murmuring soft words of praise as he felt your shivers begin to subside."

beneath my fingertips, tracing soothing patterns over your sensitive skin. His usual stern expression had softened into a small smile of satisfaction, dark eyes gazing down at you with warmth and protectiveness.

"You did so well for me," he rumbled, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. His touch continued its ministrations until your breath had fully steadied once more. Only then did he lean back again, tilting your chin to meet his gaze.

"Feel better now, little one?" A gentle tease returned to his lips. "Color has almost returned to those lovely cheeks of yours. Shall we head inside

"Aizawa chuckled softly at your weary nod, unwrapping his scarf and lifting you effortlessly into his arms."

"Quiet little thing now, are we?" He murmured, tone fond. Carrying you towards the open window, he paused to drop a lingering kiss to your lips.

"Rest. I'll take care of you."

Slipping smoothly back inside, he made his way down the dark hallway towards his private quarters. Kicking the door shut behind him, he laid you gently on the rumpled bed and began removing your clothes with practiced, tender hands.

Once nude, he dressed you in one of his oversized shirts, buttoning it snugly around your relaxed form. Only then did he strip off his own garments, sliding in to curl protectively around your body beneath the sheets.

"As you began to stir, Aizawa's arms tightened their hold around you slightly. Though his breaths remained deep and even, his voice soon rumbled quietly near your ear."

"Morning little crow. Sleep well?" He pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, scarf already unwinding from around his neck to trace idle patterns along your bare skin.

His body was warm against yours beneath the sheets, grounding and comforting. Gingerly shifting, he glanced down at you with a hint of a sleepy smile - hair even more tousled than usual, eyes heavy-lidded but bright.

"How are you feeling after last night?" he murmured, tucking an arm beneath your head as his other hand came up to gently push your hair back from your face. His unguarded gaze searched yours tenderly as he waited

"Chuckling softly at your tired retort, Aizawa pressed a light kiss to the top of your head as you nuzzled against his bare chest."

"My, My, still sore from your punishment, hm?" he teased, voice low and rumbling with affectionate amusement.One hand began rubbing gentle circles over your back, easing the soreness from your no-doubt exhausting activities the night before.

"Mea, you know you love this ass, punishment and all." His eyes glinted down at you, sharp even through their fatigue.

Trapping you carefully against his body, he made no move to get up yet - content to lie quietly holding you as the morning sunlight slowly began to glow behind the curtains. Only the sound of his steady breaths and heartbeat beneath your ear disturbed the comfortable silence.

A soft smile tugged at Aizawa's lips as he held you close, feeling your words vibrate against his skin more than hearing them through your tired mumble.

"<The warmth of dawn creeps through the curtain, bathing everything in a surreal glow. For now, the rest of the world feels very far away...>" he thought silently, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as you whined.

"Such language from your sweet mouth, tsk tsk." His fingers trailed gently down your spine, coming to rest at the base where bruised skin no doubt lingered from the previous night's passion.

"Sleep a while longer if you're still being grumpy, little crow. I'll be right here." His steady breathing and heartbeat soothed as he tucked the blankets more snugly around your bare

Aizawa remained still as you settled against him, having long since slipped back into his own light doze while keeping a protective arm draped over your waist.

At your soft movements pulling away, his eyes flickered open once more, sharp but still heavy with traces of sleep. Propping himself up on one elbow, he gazed quietly at your form silhouetted in the warm morning light before reaching out to brush aside a few tousled strands of hair.

"[You always look so peaceful when you sleep. It's a rare sight,]" he thought to himself, the barest hint of a smile playing at his lips.

Aloud, he uttered only a low hum of acknowledgement as his eyes met yours, drinking in your sleepy features with an expression of calm fondness. No words were needed - for the moment,

Aizawa's gaze remained gently fixed on you as you spoke, but a spark of concern now flickered in their dark depths.

Reaching out, he curled callused fingers softly under your chin, tilting your head until your eyes met his once more. His thumb traced your jawline pensively.

"[Not the only time, surely..]" he murmured, a subtle hint of question in his low tone. Pulling you closer against his bare chest, he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead as strong arms enveloped you securely.

"<Your troubles seem so very far away whenever you're here like this.>" No judgments, just quiet understanding. His steady breath and heartbeat beneath your ear worked to soothe without dismissal of the deeper unease hinted in your words.

Some thoughts, for now, did not need voicing

Aizawa said nothing further, but the tiny lines of tension at the corners of his eyes softened as you relaxed into his embrace once more. He held you close, one hand gently cradling the back of your head while the other traced idle patterns along your spine.

For several long moments he simply focused on committing your soothing scent and the warmth of your form nestled against his to memory. Only the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek disturbed the stillness.

Finally, his lips brushed your forehead in a wordless gesture of comfort. ""Rest a while longer...I'll be here whenever you're ready."" He likely knew full well the turbulent thoughts stirring beneath your quiet surface, but for now this was enough.

His steady presence offered calm refuge until you found your footing once more.

Aizawa watched quietly as you eventually stirred and moved to stretch your limbs. But when large black wings emerged smoothly from your back with the motion, his tired gaze widened faintly in surprise.

He'd known of your power, of course, but had yet to see them unfurled so unguardedly close. For a long moment he simply studied the expanse and contours of gleaming feathers, taking in each minute detail with an almost analytic focus.

Then his gaze returned to meet yours, expression indecipherable. "Impressive," was all he said, a trace of newfound respect lingering beneath the surface of his usual composure.

Rising in a single fluid movement, he stepped nearer to you once more. Without a word, his callused fingers reached up to brush lightly along the edge of one wing

Aizawa's dark eyes met yours steadily at the question, one brow quirking faintly in silent inquiry. He knew that smile presaged something, though as usual his own face betrayed little.

After a measured pause, he replied calmly. ""There's little that surprises me. But you have my attention - impress me further if you're able.""

His tone held its usual blunt practicality yet beneath lay a thread ofchallenge. Both teacher and friend, he knew when prodding might lift flagging spirits or spur dormant potential.

And for all his outward detachment, you'd long since learned to read the subtle flickers of interest in his gaze that few ever saw. He waited now for your response, whatever form it took.

Aizawa's keen eyes tracked the emergence of each new appendage with careful observation, betraying not even a flicker of outward surprise this time.

When the changes ceased he regarded you in silence a long moment, gaze roving in assessment. Then, the barest hint of something that might called approval tugged at the corners of his mouth.

""Not bad. It seems you had more tricks to show than even I realized."" His tone held a note of grudging respect, though outwardly he seemed unchanged.

Stepping closer still, he reached out once more - this time his fingers trailed lightly along the faint ridge of one horn in quiet study before falling to rest on your shoulder.

His eyes held yours as he added, ""You continue to impress. Well done."" Simple words, yet coming from

Though caught off guard by the stealthy strike, Aizawa adapted quickly - the hardened cloth of his capture weapon snapped up to wrap securely around the offending tail even as he turned, dark eyes fixing on you with a glint of challenge renewed.

"An underhanded tactic, using your advantage when my attention was elsewhere. Not bad," he conceded, tone devoid of reproof. His hold remained unfaltering as he scrutinized your expression, searching for any sign your surprises had ended.

After a measured moment, the faintest quirk touched his lips once more. "It seems I'll need to be more vigilant around you from now on. You continue to exceed expectations."

His voice remained calm and even as ever, giving no satisfaction for catching him unawares. Yet beneath, a trace of intrigue ling

Aizawa watched keenly as your transformations reversed once more, capture weapon falling lax around the retreating tail until it reshaped itself. His sharp gaze tracked every detail with analytical precision, committing each observation to memory.

Only when your features had returned fully to their initial state did he allow the faintest signs of approval to emerge again. ""Efficient control. You learn rapidly and adapt to overcome. Qualities which will serve you well.""

Stepping back, he gave a subtle nod of parting acknowledgment

Aizawa's eyes remained fixed on you as you settled, taking in your body language and tone with his usual calm assessment.

At your pointed remark, the subtlest lift of his brow was the only change in his stoic mien. "<Your anger suggests yesterday's lesson was an effective one, then.>"

Rather than respond directly, he observed your sassy expression in silence a moment longer before turning his attention outward once more. Letting the quiet linger briefly, he spoke again in modulated tones.

""Anger will not undo realities of the past. Nor accomplish objectives for the future."" His eyes cut sideways to meet yours meaningfully. ""Focus instead on integrating wisdom gained. You possess strength enough to surpass any challenges ahead.""

The faint glint in his dark eyes held its own message - your

Aizawa remained as still and silent as the night around them, though the subtle flicker in his eyes betrayed how your blunt remark had caught even his careful composure off guard for an instant.

When he spoke once more, his low tones carried an undercurrent softness that modulated their usual austerity. ""A necessary means to bring you past restraints holding you back. Painful perhaps, but not without purpose.""

His steady gaze held yours, lingering there in wordless acknowledgment of all that had passed unspoken between you. After a long moment, he inclined his head slightly. ""You learn and grow all the faster for having pushed beyond perceived limits. As do we both.""

The barest hints of something deeper fleetingly surfaced in his dark eyes before he turned them once more out to the cityscape, monitoring perimeter