Shota did not like the new teacher.

The understatement of the century.

You were cocky. That was normal for the new heroes, but you took it too far. You would get too snappy with Shota, barking out your words as if being around him was a bother. But, Hizashi and Nemuri loved you. You were so sweet around them. Warming up their coffee or printing papers for them when they were busy. When Shota asked, you’d groan and grumble. You were a brat. A rude, self-centered, brat.

When you started asking to train with him, Shota nearly walked out the door right there. Instead, he collected himself, and gave a quick ‘no’. You’d glared and followed him around the classroom, begging for just one time on the mat.

Shota went to the bathroom to get away. He sighed and leaned against the door with his head in his hands until an idea popped into his head.

“Mat. Now.” Were the only greeting he gave when he came back. He saw the start of the only genuine smile you’d given since you started and joy bloomed in his chest. He was going to wipe it off your smug little face.

That’s how you ended up here. Pinned face down on the mat, cheek squished into the rubber. His hand held a fistful of your hair, keeping you pinned tight as he could.

“Been a problem ever since you started here,” Shota growled. He leaned over your hunched back to see the furrow of your eyebrows as you tried to wriggle out of his iron-tight pin. It was no use. “So cocky, as if you’d have a chance in a real fight.”