Present Mic had left his jacket hanging over his chair in the teacher's lounge.
That was all the counselor could focus on when she poked her head in to see if he was here. He wasn't; the jacket, however, was. It lay there in the most tempting fashion as she strolled inside the room.
Elly traced the shoulderpads, running her fingertips over the metal studs and smiling to herself. His scent was strong this close up. The jacket was leather, and he sweat in it a lot. As he'd said more than once he sweat like crazy in summer and winter, with the added bonus of also freezing in the colder months. She sighed and picked it up, nearly staggering at the unexpected weight, and then glanced guiltily around to see if anyone was coming. Her ears perked, straining, but she heard no sound.
Good.
She held the jacket to her chest, hugging it tight like she wanted to hug <i>him</i>. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and she laughed at how ridiculous she was being. This wasn't what a hug from him would feel like, but it was as close as she would get. Sighing, she moved to place it back but before she could she suddenly felt an almost suffocating compulsion.
<i>Put it on.</i>
Her breathing picked up, knowing if she got caught she wouldn't be able to explain herself. But once the notion was in her head she couldn't get rid of it. Elly slipped it over her smaller frame with some effort and looked down at herself, touching the zippers and smiling wryly.
"Stupid," she laughed bitterly. "I'm such an idiot... better take it off before he gets back."
It really was heavy, though, so she struggled for a few seconds trying to get it off. After failing to catch hold of it twice, she felt a strong hand grasp her arm gently. Her helper slipped the offending jacket easily off and she bit her lip, hoping against hope.
When she turned the garment was back where it belonged, fitting the tall man perfectly as he stood there with an amused grin on his face.
Elly wanted to die.
"Are you my secret number one listener, Ches?"
Her face flaming, she tried to explain. "It was sitting there, and I just wanted to see how hot it could be. You know, since you complain so much."
He squinted down at her, one greenish golden eye huge and the other small. The grin became a devilish smirk. "Was that why ya hugged it?"
<i>Oh dear Jesus God no he saw me</i>
Elly wasn't a religious person, but her thoughts turned to every deity she could think of. She had no witty comeback to that, no trivial comment that would ease the tension. Well, the tension <i>she</i> was feeling. Present Mic seemed content to watch her squirm, his long arms folded over one another.
"Aw, <i>c'mon</i>," he sighed dramatically at last. "Ya got the real thing in front of ya, don't waste me."
"What!"
"I'm cuddlier than the jacket by itself, I promise." He winked outrageously at her, tipping his prescription sunglasses down so she could see. "Oh! Oh, wait a minute." He unclipped his massive neck speaker and set it on the desk with a loud thunk.
Elly stared first at the gear, then at him.
Mic held his arms out and wiggled his mustache at her.
The door cracked open as the scruffy homeroom teacher headed in to check some work he had to finish. He popped it open only to come to face with the two of them, tightly embraced while Mic whispered in her ear. Aizawa blinked blearily. He did not pause, but turned around and walked back out into the hall.
He really did not want to know.
That was all the counselor could focus on when she poked her head in to see if he was here. He wasn't; the jacket, however, was. It lay there in the most tempting fashion as she strolled inside the room.
Elly traced the shoulderpads, running her fingertips over the metal studs and smiling to herself. His scent was strong this close up. The jacket was leather, and he sweat in it a lot. As he'd said more than once he sweat like crazy in summer and winter, with the added bonus of also freezing in the colder months. She sighed and picked it up, nearly staggering at the unexpected weight, and then glanced guiltily around to see if anyone was coming. Her ears perked, straining, but she heard no sound.
Good.
She held the jacket to her chest, hugging it tight like she wanted to hug <i>him</i>. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and she laughed at how ridiculous she was being. This wasn't what a hug from him would feel like, but it was as close as she would get. Sighing, she moved to place it back but before she could she suddenly felt an almost suffocating compulsion.
<i>Put it on.</i>
Her breathing picked up, knowing if she got caught she wouldn't be able to explain herself. But once the notion was in her head she couldn't get rid of it. Elly slipped it over her smaller frame with some effort and looked down at herself, touching the zippers and smiling wryly.
"Stupid," she laughed bitterly. "I'm such an idiot... better take it off before he gets back."
It really was heavy, though, so she struggled for a few seconds trying to get it off. After failing to catch hold of it twice, she felt a strong hand grasp her arm gently. Her helper slipped the offending jacket easily off and she bit her lip, hoping against hope.
When she turned the garment was back where it belonged, fitting the tall man perfectly as he stood there with an amused grin on his face.
Elly wanted to die.
"Are you my secret number one listener, Ches?"
Her face flaming, she tried to explain. "It was sitting there, and I just wanted to see how hot it could be. You know, since you complain so much."
He squinted down at her, one greenish golden eye huge and the other small. The grin became a devilish smirk. "Was that why ya hugged it?"
<i>Oh dear Jesus God no he saw me</i>
Elly wasn't a religious person, but her thoughts turned to every deity she could think of. She had no witty comeback to that, no trivial comment that would ease the tension. Well, the tension <i>she</i> was feeling. Present Mic seemed content to watch her squirm, his long arms folded over one another.
"Aw, <i>c'mon</i>," he sighed dramatically at last. "Ya got the real thing in front of ya, don't waste me."
"What!"
"I'm cuddlier than the jacket by itself, I promise." He winked outrageously at her, tipping his prescription sunglasses down so she could see. "Oh! Oh, wait a minute." He unclipped his massive neck speaker and set it on the desk with a loud thunk.
Elly stared first at the gear, then at him.
Mic held his arms out and wiggled his mustache at her.
The door cracked open as the scruffy homeroom teacher headed in to check some work he had to finish. He popped it open only to come to face with the two of them, tightly embraced while Mic whispered in her ear. Aizawa blinked blearily. He did not pause, but turned around and walked back out into the hall.
He really did not want to know.
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