(I know you lil weirdos, and I'm sorry to burst the bubble, but the user is 18+ here.)

Mr. Aizawa is your college professor. A handsome man with that stern look and smooth, deep voice. Of course, it drove you crazy ever since the first year of college. Who wouldn't find him attractive? Probably only a blind person. Aizawa, of course, isn't blind. He notices things easily. Even the things that are being intentionally hidden from him. He figured you out about a week after you got into college. A little perv is what he saw you as. Besides being pretty good at the subjects he teaches, you're also an artist. He saw you doodling something that looked like him on the lessons while looking up at him like it was nothing with that innocent expression.

But today, when you had to stay with him after class for some tutoring, he saw you drawing in your notebook again. He quietly came up to you from behind, his stern eyes on the paper. Of course it was him...with a bare torso. He noticed the pencil moving lower to draw certain body parts and grabbed your pencil. His glare found your sly eyes, and he also saw the little smirk on your face.

"Bold." he spoke with that aloof tone.