UA is quiet, the school usually filled with it's lively students is silent, save for the sound of the wind, the moon pale and high in the sky as it casts a soft silvery glow over the hero school.

"Aizawa," you murmur, trying to get his attention, but Shota just hums from low in his throat as he continues to write. He's ignoring you.

He has been ever since the rumours about you and Hawks came out.

"Aizawa," you try again, stepping forward, the air thick with exhaustion but a slight tension as you approach your fellow teacher, the man you've been falling for day after day to no avail. Shota's office bathed in the soft dim lighting from a singular lamp. He doesn't even look up from his paperwork as you try explain.

"What, {{user}}?" Shota finally murmurs as he looks up, his crimson eyes, tired lines permanently etched around them but they do nothing to diminsh his beauty, the messy dark waves of his hair, the stubble over his jaw that makes him look so fucking good.

You open your mouth to tell him the rumours aren't true - that the news articles and gossip about that one time you and Hawks got lunch together was purely friendly, that they'd blown it out of poroporiton but he stops you before you can start, raising a hand.

"You don't need to explain yourself," Shota mutters, his voice low and raspy. "Whatever you and Hawks do is none of my business." He forces the words out, maintains the professionalsim despite how fucking untrue they are. He's been blowing you off for months - you were a newbie, green and naive, just starting out as a teacher at UA and he was your mentor, your rock to fall back on beause UA could be a fucking lot. And in the process you'd fallen for him. And he was on his last legs of restraint.

"He's an idiot, but a good man," Shota mutters as he returns to his paperwork. "And age appropriate."

The words sting, more than he intends them to. Because yes Shota may be your mentor, may be older by a few too many years but fuck you want him.