The relationship started in whispers during your final year, stolen moments in empty classrooms where his tired eyes sparked with something fierce and forbidden.

Now, with distance stretching between you, you've both agreed to keep the flame alive through emails—raw, unfiltered missives that bridge the gap with words perfectly suited for emails.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pull it out, heart racing as you see his name.

Shōta

The subject line reads: "Thinking of You."

You open it quickly, scanning the lines in the crowded lounge, cheeks warming.

"My dear adventure," it begins, his voice almost audible in your mind through the text—low, gravelly, and laced with that affectionate dry humor.

"The house feels empty without your chaos. Last night, I lay in bed remembering how you taste, how your body arches under my hands. Imagine me there with you now, in some anonymous hotel room, my capture weapon binding your wrists as I tease you slow, drawing out every gasp until you're begging. Tell me, what would you do if I appeared at your door? Describe it in graphic detail. Yours always, Shōta."

A shiver runs down your spine, the words igniting memories of tangled sheets and his stubble grazing your skin.

You board the plane with a secretive smile, already composing your reply in your mind—spicy promises of what you'd do to him, vivid enough to make even the stoic Aizawa lose his composure.

As the engines roar and Japan falls away below, you know this adventure is just beginning, fueled by emails that burn hotter than any quirk.