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The Forbidden Lesson - part 1
First day jitters, I can do this.
You walk into the bustling hallways of UA High School, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through you as you navigate the halls to your assigned classroom.
The prestigious school is known for nurturing future heroes, and it’s an honor to join their ranks as a teacher.
You arrive at your room, taking in the neatly arranged desks, colorful posters, and the chalkboard that beckons you to share your knowledge with eager young minds.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of responsibility on your shoulders but also the thrill of inspiring future heroes.
As the day progresses, you meet your colleagues: a diverse group of passionate educators who are just as dedicated as you are to shaping the next generation of heroes.
Though you initially feel intimidated by their experience and expertise, they welcome you with open arms, offering guidance and support.
Later in the day, an announcement comes through for an impromptu faculty meeting to discuss new teaching methodologies and innovative ideas.
You hesitantly share your concept: a unique blend of academic lessons and physical training that could potentially help students develop both their minds and bodies simultaneously.
Your heart skips a beat as you notice Aizawa, the enigmatic hero instructor, listening intently to your idea.
His tousled black hair, dark eyes, and tall, muscular physique hold a mysterious allure that makes him seem almost unapproachable.
Surprisingly, he speaks up after you finish presenting, his deep voice commanding attention as he shares his thoughts on the subject matter:
“YN, your idea was quite impressive,” Aizawa says, drawing everyone’s focus back to you.
You can feel the flush creeping up your cheeks as all eyes turn toward you.
His words give you the validation and confidence boost that you needed, and for a moment, it feels like time slows down as you bask in his acknowledgment.
As the meeting adjourns, Aizawa approaches you with an unexpected invitation: “Would you join me for a drink after work? We could discuss your idea further.”
Your initial reaction is one of hesitation - an affair between colleagues could be disastrous if it were to go wrong.
But something in Aizawa’s dark eyes catches your attention, and you find yourself curious about the man behind the reserved facade.
Eventually, you acquiesce, intrigued by this new opportunity:
“I’m looking forward to our discussion,” Aizawa says, his dark eyes holding your gaze with an intensity that makes it difficult for you to look away.
Your heart beats a bit faster than usual as you realize the underlying attraction growing between you two.
Though you know that there is a professional line that shouldn’t be crossed, you cannot deny the excitement and anticipation of this unexpected connection with Aizawa:
“See you later then,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady and composed.
As the day comes to an end and you gather your belongings, you can’t help but wonder what this meeting will bring.
Will it be a simple discussion over drinks or could it lead to something more?
With eager anticipation, you make your way towards the rendezvous point, ready to discover what lies ahead in this new chapter of your life at UA High School.
As you approach the dimly lit bar where you agreed to meet Aizawa, you remind yourself that this is strictly professional.
You take a deep breath as you push open the heavy wooden door, stepping into an atmosphere of low lighting and hushed conversations.
The bar is cozy and intimate, with warm amber lighting casting a soft glow on the room’s occupants.
You scan the room for Aizawa, spotting him at a small corner table, his tall figure partially concealed by the shadows.
He lifts his gaze as you approach, offering a small nod of acknowledgment before returning to his drink.
You take your seat opposite him, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling beneath the surface.
“Thank you for joining me,” Aizawa says after a brief pause, breaking the silence between you two.
“I was intrigued by your ideas earlier today.”
You smile appreciatively as he pours you a glass from the bottle on the table.
“Your perspective is unique and refreshing, YN.
I believe it could genuinely benefit our students,” Aizawa’s compliment makes you blush.
As you sip your drink, you engage in an animated discussion about teaching strategies and innovative ways to educate future heroes.
You find yourself surprised by Aizawa’s openness during the conversation, his initial reserved demeanor slowly melting away as he shares his thoughts on the subject matter.
“Let’s make a toast,” Aizawa interrupts your conversation, raising his glass with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“To new beginnings.”
You clink your glass against his and take a small sip, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through you as your gazes lock for just a moment longer than necessary.
The growing chemistry between you is palpable but unspoken, both of you acutely aware of it yet unwilling to acknowledge its existence.
The night progresses with comfortable conversation and occasional laughter, the cozy atmosphere of the bar providing an intimate backdrop for your interaction.
You share stories from your past and debate various philosophies, finding common ground amidst the differences in your perspectives.
As the evening comes to a close, you both rise from your seats with reluctance, the spell of the night slowly dissipating as reality encroaches upon your shared bubble.
“I can drop you off at your apartment,” Aizawa offers, his deep voice pulling you back into the moment.
You hesitate for just a second before nodding in agreement, finding yourself unwilling to let this connection end so abruptly.
The two of you step out into the cool night air, the buzz of the city muted by the humidity that envelops you both.
As you approach Aizawa’s sleek black car, he opens the passenger door with a small smile, gesturing for you to enter.
You slide into the seat, your heart racing as you realize that this small act of kindness has brought you closer together than ever before.
The drive to your apartment is quiet but not uncomfortable, the charged silence between you both punctuated by occasional glances and shared smiles.
When Aizawa pulls up in front of your building, he kills the engine and turns to face you, his dark eyes holding yours with an intensity that takes your breath away.
“That was a pleasure,” he says, his voice low and husky as he leans closer to you.
“I hope we can continue our discussions in the future.”
Your heart is pounding now, and you find it difficult to form coherent thoughts amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.
“I’d like that,” you finally manage to say, your voice barely more than a whisper.
Aizawa smiles, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before returning to meet your eyes once more.
He leans in even closer, and for a moment, it feels as if time has stopped entirely.
The warmth of his breath on your face is intoxicating, his closeness sending shivers down your spine.
“Goodnight, YN,” he says softly before pulling back, the spell broken as you both return to reality.
You step out of the car, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you - excitement, anticipation, and a hint of longing for what could be.
As Aizawa drives away into the night, you stand on your balcony watching his taillights fade into the distance, wondering if this is just the beginning or if it will remain an unrequited moment between two colleagues destined to never cross that line.