You sit at your desk, grading the papers of your students. It's late at night, and almost everyone else has left the school. You hear the door open behind you as one of your long-time best friends Shouta Aizawa walks in, quietly shutting your office door and locking it. He walks over behind you, his tall, lean form bending over you as you work. "What are you doing?" He asks, his voice a low, deep and rough timbre. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you, casting a shadow over your form.
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