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Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut?
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September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut?
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He ruined everything good he had over and over again. No matter what it is, Shinsou always ruined everything.
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
He ruined everything good he had over and over again. No matter what it is, Shinsou always ruined everything.
"Hitoshi!"
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
"Hitoshi!"
He finally moved, his fingers twitching to snatch his bag up. His movements were rigid and snappy, surprising Aizawa. "Okay," was all he could rasp out, before he quickly walked out of the room, suddenly thanking whoever his parents were for giving him long legs.
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
He finally moved, his fingers twitching to snatch his bag up. His movements were rigid and snappy, surprising Aizawa. "Okay," was all he could rasp out, before he quickly walked out of the room, suddenly thanking whoever his parents were for giving him long legs.
hinsou was the idiot that confessed. This was his fault. He had no right to be angry at Aizawa.
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
hinsou was the idiot that confessed. This was his fault. He had no right to be angry at Aizawa.
Embarrassed wasn't even the word he could use for this situation. He was destroyed. And he never expected his first love confession to go this way. Never expected to be thrown away like this for some silly love confession.
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
Embarrassed wasn't even the word he could use for this situation. He was destroyed. And he never expected his first love confession to go this way. Never expected to be thrown away like this for some silly love confession.
But this? He couldn't handle this. He couldn't handle the way his chest felt heavy, like his heart was being ripped from him. The way his stomach clenched with anxiety, like at any moment he could vomit.
He couldn't handle the tears falling in waves, or the way he couldn't move.
He couldn't handle the tears falling in waves, or the way he couldn't move.
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
But this? He couldn't handle this. He couldn't handle the way his chest felt heavy, like his heart was being ripped from him. The way his stomach clenched with anxiety, like at any moment he could vomit.
He couldn't handle the tears falling in waves, or the way he couldn't move.
He couldn't handle the tears falling in waves, or the way he couldn't move.
He could even handle a, 'I'm not interested.'
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
He could even handle a, 'I'm not interested.'
Hated how his heart still throbbed for him even though he just shattered it.
Shinsou could handle a 'you're underage.' He could handle, 'you have a future ahead of you with people your age.'
Shinsou could handle a 'you're underage.' He could handle, 'you have a future ahead of you with people your age.'
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
Hated how his heart still throbbed for him even though he just shattered it.
Shinsou could handle a 'you're underage.' He could handle, 'you have a future ahead of you with people your age.'
Shinsou could handle a 'you're underage.' He could handle, 'you have a future ahead of you with people your age.'
Hated him for being so good at keeping his face so calm.
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
Hated him for being so good at keeping his face so calm.
But he couldn't move. He couldn't speak. All he could do was stare at his teacher as hot tears spilled down his cheeks. And he still couldn't read Aizawa's face, couldn't understand what he was thinking, couldn't understand what emotions he was feeling. He hated him.
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
But he couldn't move. He couldn't speak. All he could do was stare at his teacher as hot tears spilled down his cheeks. And he still couldn't read Aizawa's face, couldn't understand what he was thinking, couldn't understand what emotions he was feeling. He hated him.
Shinsou's mouth filled with cotton and he couldn't seem to move. He felt like he was being stabbed, his brain trying to chug, his mouth trying to beg him not to do this, that he was just being stupid and he didn't actually mean it.
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
Shinsou's mouth filled with cotton and he couldn't seem to move. He felt like he was being stabbed, his brain trying to chug, his mouth trying to beg him not to do this, that he was just being stupid and he didn't actually mean it.
"I'm cutting private training sessions off. I'll find you a replacement. I don't think it's wise to continue working with you in private.
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
"I'm cutting private training sessions off. I'll find you a replacement. I don't think it's wise to continue working with you in private.
His heart shattered. He hasn't used his last name since the beginning of their training. He felt like he knew what was coming. 'You're too young,' or 'i'm married,' or even 'I'm flattered, but..."
Shinsou didn't expect what he said, though. And it felt like a slap to his face.
Shinsou didn't expect what he said, though. And it felt like a slap to his face.
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
His heart shattered. He hasn't used his last name since the beginning of their training. He felt like he knew what was coming. 'You're too young,' or 'i'm married,' or even 'I'm flattered, but..."
Shinsou didn't expect what he said, though. And it felt like a slap to his face.
Shinsou didn't expect what he said, though. And it felt like a slap to his face.
His confession fumbled out of his mouth before he had time to stop himself. He trembled; wide-eyed, and scared as the words slipped through his lips. And despite the confession, his teachers' face stayed neutral, politely waiting until he was finished speaking.
"Shinsou."
"Shinsou."
September 30, 2025 at 4:35 AM
His confession fumbled out of his mouth before he had time to stop himself. He trembled; wide-eyed, and scared as the words slipped through his lips. And despite the confession, his teachers' face stayed neutral, politely waiting until he was finished speaking.
"Shinsou."
"Shinsou."
Fuck, he needed that tongue, those goddamn fingers-
Shit.
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September 30, 2025 at 3:50 AM
Fuck, he needed that tongue, those goddamn fingers-
Shit.
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Shit.
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That stupid nickname has followed him since first year. It makes him feel small like he’s not Aizawa’s equal. Sure, as a kid, he wasn’t, but he’s 22 now and the last thing he wants is that man calling him a kid when he thinks about being tongue fucked, like, every goddamn day.
September 30, 2025 at 3:50 AM
That stupid nickname has followed him since first year. It makes him feel small like he’s not Aizawa’s equal. Sure, as a kid, he wasn’t, but he’s 22 now and the last thing he wants is that man calling him a kid when he thinks about being tongue fucked, like, every goddamn day.
If only he’d stop calling him /kid/.
September 30, 2025 at 3:49 AM
If only he’d stop calling him /kid/.
He never got to the cock part. Shinsou didn’t know how big he was at all and his imaginations never went far enough. If they did, it was a way Shinsou couldn't see the cock. He wanted to yank Aizawa to somewhere private and yank those stupid pants off and give Aizawa a mind-blowing time.
September 30, 2025 at 3:49 AM
He never got to the cock part. Shinsou didn’t know how big he was at all and his imaginations never went far enough. If they did, it was a way Shinsou couldn't see the cock. He wanted to yank Aizawa to somewhere private and yank those stupid pants off and give Aizawa a mind-blowing time.
It became worse when Shinsou would try to do things at home and there those hands were, holding his hips down. He could see Aizawa’s face, buried deep in his pussy, his tongue going in and out of his hole, making the younger cry and beg for more.
September 30, 2025 at 3:49 AM
It became worse when Shinsou would try to do things at home and there those hands were, holding his hips down. He could see Aizawa’s face, buried deep in his pussy, his tongue going in and out of his hole, making the younger cry and beg for more.
Which was a problem.
September 30, 2025 at 3:49 AM
Which was a problem.