The Gift that Keeps on Giving

"Happy birthday!" Toshinori leaned in and hugged the Insanity Hero in a genuine display of camaraderie.

Aizawa groaned lowly at his computer, not really paying attention and still half asleep. Great, now he was going to have to acknowledge this. And why was All freaking Might holding her that long..?

He looked over and froze, the drink pouch he had been slowly draining falling from his slack-jawed mouth to bounce off his keyboard unnoticed.

The bastard kissed her!

His brain didn't quite register what had happened enough until the tall man walked out of the room. Elly was chatting with their colleagues about something, and he just sat there in his chair with his bloodshot eyes huge.

Maybe he had just whispered to her. It could have been that. He had nearly convinced himself of this when Midnight strolled past.

"A smooch from Toshinori, hmm? Most ladies I know would die for that kind of birthday gift."

Aizawa squeezed the empty drink pouch into an unrecognizable wad of foil. One of the edges cut his palm and he didn't even notice.

She went on, apparently oblivious. "I mean, now that they know who he is. Or was. Can you imagine how she must be feeling right now? Must be why she left so quickly."

Hizashi frowned, bending over to peer at his friend's face. "Uhhh... you okay, Eraserhead? Shota?"

"Coffee." He stated this single word firmly and loudly, then got up and stormed out of the room.

Midnight waited until the door swung shut behind him and then let out a whoop. "Hooked him! Now let's see if he does anything about it."

Elly had been surprised when Yagi had kissed her on the cheek, but figured it was a touching yet purely platonic gesture from a friend. She left afterwards because Aizawa was looking uncomfortable and she had to use the bathroom. He wouldn't want to have to take part in any of the office banter and he didn't care for birthdays. She yawned, stretched, and washed her hands before heading out to grab a can of coffee from the machine.

She was intercepted by another teacher before she could get there, and stood chatting around the corner. Aizawa, in the meantime, had shuffled over and stuck his coins in the slot.

"Hey there, purty lady. I noticed Aizawa looked pretty pissed that Yagi gave you some sugar back there." Snipe leaned on the wall. He was grinning, and in on the whole deal as well, but she couldn't tell behind the mask he wore.

Aizawa cracked the can open, his face like a thundercloud. That fool cowboy was about to get an earful from him about talking behind his back...

She sniffed. "Oh, please. It's not like he's jealous or gives any percentage of shit at all. I mean, I'd much rather have gotten a kiss from him anyway."

He stopped just as he was raising the can to his lips.

"The hell with propriety, too - I'd like a knock down, hold me up against the wall tongue wrestling match. Now there's a birthday gift I could get behind."

Her voice vibrated with intensity as she spoke this last and with growing nervousness he realized why.

She was purring.

Purring at the thought of him kissing her. And not just the peck on the cheek type, either - she had been rather blunt about her desire.

Holy crap.

He got through the rest of the day on autopilot, which worked well because his normal mode was deliberate and his voice monotone anyway. He paid very careful attention to when the cat woman left her office at the end of the day and followed her back to her apartment, staying close and using his capture weapon to hover out of sight occasionally.

When she turned her back to him to fumble her keys out of her bag, he slipped from the shadows and caught her unawares. Elly's ears shot up when she saw who had snuck up on her.

"Um... hey, what's up, Aizawa? Need something?"

He said nothing and moved fast, grasping both her wrists and pushing her up against the door. She flickered out of sight almost immediately, but he used his own quirk to cancel hers out and she reappeared. Just as quick, before he lost his nerve, his mouth was crushing onto hers, his tongue meeting her own when it thrust past her lips. She gasped loudly and sagged in his hold, closing her eyes but pressing into the kiss as feverishly as he was.

It was a very passionate kiss.

And that was going to be it; his idea was to surprise her and then wish her well on her day. Later, they could discuss what this had meant. Possibly at her party, which would be at the bar the teachers frequented tonight.

When she mewed softly in the middle of it, however, something simply snapped in his mind. The laconic man groaned in the back of his throat, a deep, resonant sound, and moved to her neck.

Elly cried out, her eyes widening, as he latched on to the most sensitive area of her throat where the pulse was beating wildly under the skin. "Wuh - wait," she choked. "Everyone will see..!"

"Waited too long," came the reply. "Now you're mine."

Her knees gave completely out and he caught her completely in his arms, nibbling and sucking. There would be a mark, and he knew she would not hide it. Oblivious to the world around him, he teased the pale skin until it turned red in an impressive love bite. Only then did he step back, panting hard, to admire his work. She was teary-eyed and blushing, her chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm and her ears askew. The mark seemed to glow on the very light skin of her neck.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with a thumb, nodding in a pleased sort of way. "Happy birthday."

She stared at him as if he'd gone mad. "That was my gift?!"

"No." The biggest, creepiest grin she had seen yet crossed his features. "We can talk about that after the party." He gave her a rather scrutinizing look. "You may want to wear something simple. I dislike things with too many buttons and hooks."

The blush on her face deepened as he walked off to his own apartment.