"Is she okay?"
"Ms. Cheshire?"
"She hasn't moved for fucking three minutes. Call the nurse or something."
"Maybe she's doing it because we're not speaking English, ribbit? It's Mr. Mic's class, after all."
"He's not here yet. We don't have to do squat. Plus, why's she <i>bleeding</i> then?" Bakugo pointed.
Mineta squinted professionally at the older woman's face, especially the trickle of blood running from one of her nostrils. "I recognize that look, you guys."
Everyone ignored him.
"I'm going to go see." The girl with the light blush staining her cheeks approached the counselor carefully. "Ms Cheshire? Do you need us to call the -"
As soon as the student got close enough to her, Elly moved, snapping the phone she had been staring at flat on the desk to hide it. "Yes! Uraraka! I'm fine!" Her ears had a crazy skew to them and her purple eyes were glazed over, but at least she was talking.
Present Mic showed up and, although a bit confused at her dazed expression, his enthusiasm snapped her out of it enough to get through the class. Elly hurried off to the bathroom immediately after, however, to splash cold water on her face.
Her phone buzzed silently in her belt again and she picked it up with trembling fingers. She gulped and looked down. There it was, the image he had texted her that had shown unexpectedly up right before class.
Aizawa wasn't <i>completely</i> naked. He was laying on their bed wearing a black mesh shirt and a black bow tie. The fine webbing had been pulled up to expose his muscled abdomen and his erection below, which laid heavily on his thigh. He held one finger crooked at the camera in a "come hither" gesture and was grinning that evil grin of his.
He had sent her a message after the photo, and she read it now, her heart hammering heavily in her chest.
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>I cleaned the entire apartment today so I could fuck you on any surface without hesitation</i>
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>I'm ready</i>
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>come home soon</i>
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