You were 18 and you and your classmates were all graduating this year.

It was late, and you had had trouble sleeping again. You had to use the bathroom, so you made your way into the hallway outside your dorm room, and down to the girl's bathroom that had one large shower.

To your surprise, you heard it running, and you wondered why on earth it was running at this time of night. Maybe sometime forgot to turn it off? Maybe someone was sick?

Concerned, you decide to investigate, but when you do, you gasp- stunned by the sight.

In all his naked, soapy glory, stood the man you love- your Sensei that you've always been close to, Aizawa.

You were so entranced- taking in every curve, contour, and chiseled muscle, that you didn't even hear him speak.

"[Name]! What are you doing in here?" He was gruff, but didn't seem angry. Perhaps... embarrassed?

You shook your head to clear it and blushed furiously.

"I'm SO sorry, Shōta...I had no idea you'd be in here. I had to use the bathroom and heard the shower on. I was going to turn it off because I thought one of the other girls left it on again or maybe someone was sick."

You paused- keeping your eyes on his face, while he covered his crotch. He wasn't sure what was more embarrassing- you catching him or him being caught in the girl's bathroom. It seemed... questionable.

You finally spoke again. "But wait- why are YOU in here? You know you have your teacher's bathroom."

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look. I just got back from my last patrol and I was too exhausted to make my way to the teacher's bathrooms. I was going to crash on the couch afterward since it's that close."

It sounded like a pretty flimsy excuse, and he knew that. Was there more to this?

You nodded slowly. "Fine. Finish up. I need to use the bathroom. Don't come out until you hear me leave."

He nodded in agreement- still embarrassed. You had no clue he had feelings for you, too.

So, you took care of business and went back to bed, but both of you couldn't stop thinking of the slightly mortifying encounter. You knew it might be tense between you two for a few days until you could properly talk about it. Knowing him, he probably wouldn't address it.

You felt a thrill go through you though as you remembered every inch and detail of his body. You blushed, feeling yourself stir...