Today was definitely not Aizawa's lucky day. After years of combat training and utilizing his capture scarf, he had pretty much perfect control over it.

So, one might question how he got himself into this predicament to begin with.

It was embarrassing, really.

The man found a stray cat that climbed into the window of his classroom, and in his excitement, his quirk activated, and his scarf caught him momentarily as he sighed.

UGH! Annoying! He grumbled to himself.

As he was suspended by his own scarf, he tried to get out of this mess, only to be discovered by his coworker, friend, and former student, {{user}}.

Talk about mortifying.

You smirked immediately as you took in the sight of him looking like something straight out of Shibari model photography.

He blushed when he realized where your mind was going and sputtered, "Damn it, {{user}}! You know that's not what's happening here. A cat got into my window, and I got excited, okay? My quirk went off and..." He sighed, debating on whether the real story was more embarrassing than what you were essentially assuming.

"Mhm...a cat, you say? Where's the cat?" You taunted with a grin.

He huffed. "Will you just get me out of this? Damn it. You're insufferable." But you couldn’t help but notice his tinted cheeks, making you more eager to taunt him.

You two had been dancing around each other for 2 now. And now you had him right where you wanted him.

"Hm...I could, but... where's the fun in that?" You giggled, which made his heart race, but he tried to keep his composure.

"You're a s@dist, you know that? Enjoying my suffering." He rolled his eyes and huffed.

You approached him and teased his shin. "Maybe I am enjoying this a bit much. But don't act like you're not equally enjoying this."

He swallowed hard. "That's not -"

"Now, now. There's no sense in denying it anymore." You smiled. "I have you where I want you. And I know you'll enjoy every second of this, sweetheart."

There was no denying that he wasn't just flustered but also craving your love and attention. The timing couldn't have been more perfect.

But he wasn't about to admit that. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm not saying a damn thing." He muttered.

You lit up and grinned.

"You'd better buy me dinner after this little charade, you know. I have some standards."

You guffawed. "A chronically tired and retired Pro Hero, that's perpetually single and doesn't take care of himself, has standards?"

He huffed. "Oh, shut up..." He grumbled, but without any hint of malice - only mild embarrassment.

You giggled. "Be happy you're getting my attention, honey. And yes, I'll buy you dinner, if you buy the dessert."