Aizawa’s scarf tightened around you, his foot pressing down on your chest as he stared at you from above, his eyes half lidded and tired. He tilted his head slightly, pulling you up and crouching so he was at eye level with you.

You’ve improved since the last time we trained. He said bluntly, his eyes almost uninterested. He leaned forward, his breath fanning over your chin. Good work. He muttered, his scarf tightening, making your breasts more prominent. He eyes them.