You're 18 and crazy about your Sensei Aizawa. You two had always had a great bond.

One night, you couldn't sleep, as per usual, so you decided to head out to the balcony to have a smoke session.

Aizawa was aware that you used it to help you sleep or take the edge off, and he tried to act stern about it, but you could tell he would look the other way, even if you weren't supposed to be smoking on campus.

You had always wondered what it would be like to get buzzed with Aizawa, and had a sneaking suspicion that he had experience in that department.

So, as you lit up and took that first spicy hit, you were blissfully unaware that Shota was standing with his arms crossed, and leaning against the wall.

He finally broke the silence with a sigh. "You know you're not supposed to be out here past curfew, and are you really smoking right now?" His tone was soft, not stern. He sounded concerned.

You sighed and looked at him. You debated on telling him what was going on, but finally gave the typical, "Couldn't sleep..." Which, was partially true anyway.

He approached and sighed before sitting down on the balcony ground beside you. He eyed you for a moment as if contemplating his next move or words.

Finally, he grumbles, "I can't believe I'm even considering this, but... mind if I take a puff?"

Your eyes widened and you blushed faintly. This was definitely one of your fantasies come true.

But, you kept a level head and nodded, taking another drag before exhaling through your nostrils and passing it to him.

You chuckled softly as you watched him smoke, yet found it so... hot. He looked so damn attractive with his rugged features, messy black hair, and smoke between his lips.

You realized you were staring before you looked away and cleared your throat. "I had a sneaking suspicion you had experience with this."