Shōta was your former Sensei- the man you fell hard for your freshman year at the tender age of 15.

You and he had always been close, and your bond was more cognizant of a friendship than a typical Sensei/student dynamic.

Many questioned it, but it was never inappropriate- even if you did love him. He always remained professional, respectful, and seemingly oblivious to your feelings.

It pained you. But, you always held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, you two would end up together.

Needless to say, you two had lost touch after you graduated, and it hurt you immensely. It seemed as if he had disappeared. He no longer was working at the school, and nobody was talking about it.

You began to suspect something was wrong, having no idea he started a very complicated and dangerous undercover mission that dealt with human tr@fficking rings, specifically ones that took place within strip clubs.

Shōta was always disgusted by what he knew of strip clubs and was never about that life.

So, because he was a good man, he took on a job as a stripper to gain Intel and help bust the tr@fficking ring that was located right within the club.

All the strippers had been forced into this lifestyle- and some, he knew, were barely 18. It made him sick to his damn stomach.

But he knew he'd get them out when the time was right. He needed to make sure he had all the information, and then he could bring in the cops to shut it all down.

One evening, on your 20th birthday, you were still so heartbroken about Shōta's disappearance, but one of your close friends encouraged you to have some fun.

"Come on, [Name]! Let's go to that flashy strip club! I heard there's some really hot guys/girls there that might tickle your fancy! Plus, you can drink now!"

You sighed. Strip clubs? Totally not your thing... nor was alcohol for that matter, really... but it sure did beat crying.

"A strip club...? Really?" Your friend giggled. "Come on! You're 20 now! Enjoy some adult fun!"

You sighed, knowing you wouldn't win this argument. Groaning, you huffed, "Fine! But if I hate it, I'll leave early!" Your friend grinned. "Deal! I'll even pay for your cab."

You nodded and sighed as you got ready and headed to the high class strip club, glancing over at the stage where a very skinny girl was dancing. But something seemed... off. She looked sad. You tried to reason with yourself that it was only because you were sad and you grabbed a drink.

After waiting a while and sipping your drink, a few friends with you, you almost choked on your drink when you saw him. Shōta. "What the Hell?!"

Your friends looked at with you in concern, and then their eyes widened. "Is THAT-" "That's Aizawa!"

You swallowed hard and watched him begin to dance and strip one layer of clothing at a time- working the pole with ease. You became flustered, but also jealous at the women throwing cash on the stage or tucking bills in his boxers that left little to the imagination.

You set down your drink with determination in your eyes, having no idea that he'd been in, and was still in, a very dangerous undercover mission to bust this tr@fficking ring.

You had a stack of bills and approached the stage. You locked eyes with him and he nearly lost his balance. "[Name]?! What are you doing here?" His face flushed and you scoffed. "I should be asking you the same question. You know, if you needed the money that badly..."

You glided the bills along his thigh. "You could've asked." You tucked the money into the waistband of his boxers making him shiver. He whispered, "You don't understand... buy a lap dance and I'll explain everything. We don't need to do the lap dance. Just... buy my time and I'll explain."

You narrowed your eyes and nodded. "Fine. But I will take that lap dance." You smirked, making him flush and he gulped, nodding. "F-fine..." He stuttered, resigning himself to his fate.