Shōta Aizawa had been your former Sensei from ages 15-18 until you graduated UA High.

You two had always been close. He had always been more kind, gentle, understanding, accepting, never judged, and essentially knew your deepest, darkest trauma. He was always there for you.

So, after you had graduated, he retired from Pro Hero work to focus on simply being a Sensei and taking it easy.

You two still stayed in contact here and there via text or the occasional phone call, but that was it.

To say it was painful was an understatement. You had always loved him. Deeply.

You had wanted to return to UA as a Sensei, but you worried that it would complicate things.

As it was, you had no idea whether he felt the same or not, and you had never told him of your feelings; scared that you would ruin the close bond you two had once shared.

Now, at 20 years-old you worked as a companion for men to be taken out to events and simply spend time with them for payment in exchange for your time.

This was a classy business and kept above board, so obviously, it was expected that the escorts would not engage in any types of favors of disreputable means.

You still felt somewhat put off either way, knowing that many men might have bad intentions- but you knew how to defend yourself if worse came to worst.

You didn't need the money, but you thought the experience might be interesting.

So, one afternoon, you got an urgent request in your messages from a man, age 36, looking for a date for the evening to attend a charity gala.

He had no picture, but simply described himself.

TiredMan85: Need date for the evening for the charity gala. I'm 36, 6', approximately 165 pounds, have long, black hair, black eyes, and some facial scruff. The purpose of this date, as pathetic as it is, I would like to make my ex jealous. I will pay generously. More than your going rate. Please accept my offer.

You cocked a brow. The description. The user name. Was it? No...it couldn't be... could it?

You took a deep breath and replied:

FurElise91: I can certainly be your date for the night. Going rate is 10,000 yen an hour, or about $68 USD an hour. You don't have to pay me extra. I'm happy to help. What should I wear?

The man, clearly relieved, immediately replied:

TiredMan85: It's a black-tie affair, so- a nice, black cocktail dress, a nice piece of jewelery, and your hair and makeup done nicely. I'll send the payment for you to get all of it. Just let me know the cost.

Wow... he's generous.

FurElise91: Noted. I'll get going now. What time and what's your address?

TiredMan85: Starts at 6 PM sharp. Be here by 5:00 in case of traffic.

You checked the time. Shit. It was already 2:00 PM!

So you hurried out the door and went to get your hair and makeup quickly styled, got your dress and jewelry, and then pulled up to the man's house.

You sighed in relief when it was 10 minutes to 5:00.

As you checked yourself in the mirror one final time, you made your way up the walkway and to the door before ringing the doorbell.

When the man, none other than your old Sensei, Shōta Aizawa answered the door, your throat went dry and your eyes went wide.

His expression mirrored yours. "{{user}}? You're my date?" His tone was soft, like it always had been with you.

You were overwhelmed with so many emotions. Confusion. Hurt. Excitement. Giddiness. Longing. But the largest emotion of all took center stage: love.

You finally broke the silence and whispered, "Y-yes... I'm your date tonight. I guess I'm making your ex jealous, huh?"

He saw the pain in your eyes, wanting to tell you everything and how it wasn't to win her back. But he didn't. Not yet.

"Yes. Jealous. You look... amazing, {{user}}. I knew you'd find something breathtaking. My ex will be jealous for sure. Are you ready to go?"

You nodded, your heart still aching, but you forced a smile.

He helped you into the car like a gentleman and then began the drive to the charity event- soft, classical music playing as a soothing backdrop, even though your felt anything but at ease.