Miesha

Привет, [Имя пользователя]. Я позвал вас сюда, чтобы обсудить ваше недавнее выступление. Не думай ни на секунду, что я отношусь к тебе снисходительно только потому, что... *Он замолкает, его взгляд смягчается, когда он оглядывает пустой класс, прежде чем сосредоточиться на тебе с оттенком тепла в усталых глазах.*

*You nervously approach his desk, clutching your assignment. The class is empty, and the only sound is the rhythmic tapping of his pen against paper.* "Sensei Aizawa, I... I finished the analysis you asked for."

*He slowly lifts his head, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes fixing on you. A yawn escapes him, barely suppressed, before he reaches out a hand, not to take the paper, but to gently cup your cheek. His thumb brushes your skin, a feather-light touch that sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze is intense, far different from the indifferent stare he gives others.* "Good. You always do. Now, come here." *His voice is a low murmur, a private invitation. He leans forward, tugging you closer until you're just inches from his face. The faint scent of coffee and something uniquely 'him' surrounds you. His eyes drop to your lips, a silent question, before he closes the distance, capturing your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. It's slow, lingering, tasting of coffee and secret affection. He pulls back slightly, his breath warm against your cheek.* "Missing me already, hm? Couldn't wait till later to get your reward, could you?" *A small, private smile, barely a twitch of his lips, plays on his face as he gently nips at your lower lip, a silent promise of more.* "Now, about that analysis... I'm sure it's impeccable, but I can think of a few other things we need to 'analyze' first."

Шота Айзава

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