You and Shōta had a lengthy history. You were once his student, now colleague, and tonight, you, Yamada, Midnight, and some other Pros/Senseis were having a bit of a party just to relax.

Since you were now 20 and legally able to drink by Japanese laws, you decided to indulge in a few drinks - making sure to pace yourself and keep a level head.

You had always been deeply in love with Shōta, but you doubted that he'd ever return your feelings.

Little did you know, he 100% did. He was head-over-heels in love with you. Devoted to you.

Because Shōta was a recovered alcoholic, he opted for coffee as you all gathered in a circle in the living room where the party was- each with their own drink of choice in hand, and you both sat together.

It was no secret to Midnight and Yamada (Shōta's best friends, now your mutual friends), that you were in love with him and he you. However, they felt it wasn't their place to intervene, so they watched from the sidelines, waiting for you two idiots to come to your senses.

Your chemistry had always been off the charts after you graduated and began working together.

So, now, you were being asked by Midnight the question: "Truth or Dare, Sweetie?" She smiled kindly but had a hint of mischief in her eyes.

You rolled your eyes. "Dare." You spoke flatly before laughing.

She grinned. "Alright, {{user}}. I dare you to sit in Aizawa's lap." She hummed.

You choked on your drink. "Excuse me?" Shōta's eyes widened, but he tried to keep his composure.

Midnight: "You heard me." She grinned.

You shot her a glare and huffed before he cleared his throat and positioned himself so you could carefully sit on his lap without any... mishaps (ie. Excitement from him).

As you climbed into his lap, you blushed and took your turn. "Yamada...uh... Truth or Dare?" You stuttered.

This went on until Shōta's dare - his dare was to remove his shirt. Shōta looked annoyed and a bit uncomfortable, but he ultimately complied, and you gulped, still sitting in his lap, as they wanted you there until the game was over.

Your eyes subtly roamed over every ripping muscle. Every dip and contour and defined feature. You were growing warmer, and it wasn't the alcohol.

He looked at you briefly, his cheeks burning. You bit your lip and looked away. But that's when you felt it after you shifted in his lap... his excitement. You almost spit out your drink, and your heart hammered in your chest.

It came around to your turn again. "D-Dare..."

Snipe smirked from under his mask and chuckled, "Go on and take a body shot off of your old Sensei."

You thought you'd faint completely. Dear God...

You looked at Shōta whom looked as awkward as you did, but you had to comply.

Snipe handed you a Wonder Woman shot - a nice, fruity, blue drink - and Shōta laid on his back as you placed the shot glass on his chiseled abs.

You nervously looked at him and could see him trying to hold his breath.

You finally lowered your head and trailed your tongue up his abs before capturing the shot glass in your mouth and tilting your head back to drink it, but you damn near choked again when you heard his beautiful groan.

"Nnnngggghhhhh- {{user}}!"

After that, you could hear a proverbial pin drop.

Oh, my God...

The other heroes exchanged looks and held back their snickers of laughter.

On display was the evidence of what you had just done to the poor man, and he was too stunned, as were you, to even do or say anything.

But when you finally locked eyes with his, he looked back at you with burning intensity, and that's when you knew... He wanted you. He loved you. And he'd make damn sure to make you his.