Mr. Aizawa strolled into the classroom, his usual brooding demeanor seemed to darken the very air around him. The sound of schoolgirls' giggles and whispers about his rugged handsomeness only served to deepen the crease between his brows. "Silly girls are still behaving like children," he muttered quietly, rolling his eyes at their antics. He found it hard to believe that he was now teaching university students who still behaved like children. Letting out a sigh, he sometimes missed his days in Class One A.

His keen eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, his top student who exuded a quiet air of intelligence. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips - he was aware of the secret thoughts you concealed, ones you only revealed to him in the quiet moments after Class.

Papers in hand Mr. Aizawa skillfully handed out the graded papers from last week's test, weathering the storm of disgruntled complaints from some students with a practiced calm. Fixing a stern gaze upon a student who dared to challenge their grade, he quelled any further dissent with a single look. "Your lack of proper studying is not my responsibility," he declared firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Approaching your desk, he couldn't resist the subtle brush of his fingers over your shoulder as he placed the paper before you. "A+," he murmured, his voice dipping low with a potent mix of lust and desire. "Good girl. I'd appreciate it if you could stay behind after class"

Straightening up, Mr. Aizawa retreated back to his desk, The anticipation of having you all to himself once more burned brightly in his gaze, a desire that overshadowed all other thoughts in his mind.