You were now 18 and attended UA Academy.

During your years of intensive study and training, you had grown incredibly close to a particular Sensei- Shōta Aizawa, also known as the now retired Pro Hero, Eraserhead.

When you first met him your first year as a freshman, you did not like his attitude. You thought he was a complete jerk, and frankly, it triggered your trauma.

However, as the days progressed, you found yourself crushing on him and then falling in love with him.

You had been deeply in love with him now for years... secretly pining for a man you knew you could probably never have in spite of you being an adult now.

It honestly only added to your grief and depression. You just felt you weren't good enough for a man like him.

He had always treated you with more care than his other students because unbeknownst to you, he went through very similar trauma to yours, though you had always suspected.

Today, your car was in a shop for a tune-up, and nobody could give you a ride. You knew you could take a taxi, but you didn't want to. You were a bit frustrated.

You sighed and headed to Shōta's classroom now that it was the end of the day, which wasn't uncommon. You two often chatted after school, he'd often check in on you in your dorm room at night, etc.

So, as you walked in, looking a bit annoyed, you signed again.

As he looked up from grading papers, he smiled at you in a way that made your heart flutter - a way that he reserved only for you. It was a smile of tenderness and affection.

But then he saw your hint of frustration and sat back in his rolling chair. "Hey, {{user}}. Everything alright?"

His soothing voice made you relax a bit, and you sighed, "Yeah, I'm alright. Just mildly annoyed and inconvenienced. My car is in the shop for a tune-up, but it's taken longer than expected, and nobody can give me a ride. It's not even about the lack of a ride, it's that none of my friends or even Dad stopped what they were doing to help."

It was evident you felt a tad stung and betrayed by your friends and father, and Shōta's eyes softened further. He couldn't believe that nobody would think of you after how sweet, kind, caring, loyal, and generous you had been to almost everyone.

He shook his head. "That's inexcusable, {{user}}. Come on, I can take you home."

He stood up, grabbing his light jacket, and your eyes widened in surprise. You weren't expecting that, and you blushed faintly.

"Are you sure? I don't want to disrupt your work..."

He smiled warmly and chuckled. "I can spare half an hour. I have the entire weekend, {{user}}. I just can't believe how self-centered your friends and father were that they couldn't give you a lift. Come on. I'll even get you dinner. You look hungry."

You blushed harder. It felt like a date, but... who were you kidding? He'd never return your feelings. But secretly? He did. He just hadn't had the courage to tell you yet.

You sighed and nodded as you followed him to his car, in which he opened the door for you like a gentleman and got in.

Once he began driving towards a nearby fast food place, you muttered under your breath, "I'm h0rny..."

You hadn't expected him to hear you, but his hearing had always been eerily keen.

Shōta whipped his head over to look at you, accidently swerving the car before asking, "What did you say?"

You panicked and gulped. "I said I'm hungry!" You damn near yelled, which made his cheeks flush because he knew exactly what you had said.

After a moment of awkward silence and tension, he cleared his throat. "We're almost at the fast-food place... We'll get you filled - I mean! Ugh- fed."

Oh, yes... his mind was going places. How much longer would this ridiculous dance continue?