You could feel your head spinning. You sat down in the back room, staring at the small slip of paper in your hand. Did that really just happen? Did he really ask you to dinner?

Your stomach was fluttering as you took out your phone and quickly punched in his number to save it. You tucked the paper into your bag and smiled brightly. You changed quickly and walked outside.

"There you are! Ready?" Mikko smiles.

"Yeah...Ummm...so...he came back...and asked me to dinner..." You say softly.

Hina and Mikko stare at you. "What?!" Mikko says.

You take out your phone and show them your new contact. "Well, shit, we have an actual reason to fucking drink!!!" Hina shouts.

You laugh and start to walk to the train stop. You felt giddy the whole night, but it was short-lived.

When you got to Mikko's house, your head was spinning with liquor and questions. Should you text him? Should you text him drunk? He didn't have your number. How was the date supposed to happen? He just asked you out, and he didn't give you any actual details.

"You gonna be comfy?" Mikko asked, peeking her head into the small guest room she had.

"Yeah, thanks, love" you smile, and she nods. She shuts the door leaving you alone with your thoughts. You grab your phone and stare at his number. You decide it's best to shoot him a quick text so that he has your number.

Me:

Hi, it's Y/N. I just wanted to text you, so you had my number.

You hit send before realizing you were texting him at 2 am. "Fuck!" You softly curse your brain. You can't even set your phone down before a notification goes off.

Aizawa:

Hey. Sushi or street food?

You stare at the screen, trying to make sure you aren't that drunk.

Me:

Street Food?

Aizawa:

Great. I can pick you up at the shop tomorrow? 7 PM?

Me:

Sounds good! See you tomorrow.

Aizawa:

Get some sleep, Kitty.

Your stomach flutters. That nickname would be the death of you. This was probably the driest conversation you've ever had, but it made you incredibly flustered.

It was almost like you could hear the direct tone in his voice-over text. You plugged your phone in and clenched your pillow. How could you sleep when you were more excited than a kid waiting for Santa?

You had woken up at around noon. You slunk to the kitchen and smiled seeing your friend making pancakes.

"Hey, look who's alive!" Mikko smiled. You gave a wave and sat down.

"Last night was awesome! I forgot how much fun karaoke is...but I think you'll have more fun tonight..." She smirks, and your eyes widen.

'That wasn't a dream...he really did ask you out...he did text you....' You smile and rub your face. "I might have to take my breakfast to go" You smile. She smirks and wraps up some food for you. You take it, dress quickly, and hug your friend goodbye before making your way to the train stop. You get home and eat quickly as you strip for a shower.

Aizawa got upstairs to his faculty apartment. He was covered in sweat as he fumbled for his key.

"Aizawa! You busy tonight? We're going out!" Midnight smiled at him as she walked towards him.

"Actually, I am.." He sighs.

"Sleeping doesn't count as busy," Vlad chuckles.

"Come on. Even Snipe is coming." Midnight coos.

"Sorry, guys. Another time." He shrugs and walks into his place. He shuts the door and heads to the bathroom. He starts the shower and strips down.

He smiled to himself as he thinks about how excited he is for tonight. He didn't even really sleep last night. He had given up on slumber at around 4 am. He graded a week's worth of assignments, jogged for 2 hours, and trained with a student, desperate to keep his mind occupied with something other than what you would look like wearing only cat ears. He shook his head as he stepped into the shower. He ran the water over his long hair and closed his eyes. It was no use.

There you were, kneeled before him, cat ears on, tongue hanging out, waiting for him.

Such a good kitty.

He could feel his cock harden. 'Stop...you don't even know if she wants that...what if she ends up just wanting to be friends...' he grumbles. 'Friends give friends head, right?'

His hand wandered to his cock as he started to stroke himself. He couldn't help it. It was either be a perv now or fuck you like a madman on your first date.

He put his hand on the wall as his other continued to tease his length. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pictured what you'd look like in his capture scarf. Wearing it casually as you lounged around his apartment.

His mind shifted to you being tied up with it. He groans loudly. What did your moans sound like? You'd be eager to please him, wouldn't you? Of course, you would be. You were a good girl—a good kitty.

He strokes faster and faster as he pictures you bent over his desk, screaming his name in the empty classroom. Would that excite you?

The threat of someone walking in and seeing you getting your pussy pounded like a little whore...would that make you clench around his cock? "Fuck..." he moans.

Your sweet voice saying his name...begging him to keep going. 'Please, Shota...' his head dipped back as he came all over the shower wall.

He needed to get it all out before tonight. He kept stroking his sensitive cock until his muscles tightened. He stopped, panting like a beast. "Fuck..." he sighs and rinses his hand and the wall.

He washes his hair and his body and steps out. He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist. He walks to his closet and stares at it. "What the fuck do you wear to a date..." he grabs his phone and dials a number.

"Hiz? Can...can you come to help me..." he sighs.

It was about 6 pm when you started to get ready. You picked out a nice top, a skirt, and your favorite shoes. You finished your hair and makeup and looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt like your heart was pounding so hard it was going to fly out and smack someone.

You checked your phone and saw the time. "Fuck...better start walking," you grab your purse and leave your place.

You got to the cafe and sat on the bench outside. You tried not to, but you kept looking around for him. You wanted to be casual, aloof, but who were you kidding. You were giddier than a kid in a candy store.

"Nervous?" A deep voice asked you from behind.

You turned around, your eyes lighting up as you saw him. He had on a white button-down shirt, the sleeves cuffed and rolled up to his elbows, and black pants. His hair was tied back in a low bun like it was the other night. You stood up and smiled at him.

"You look so beautiful," he says softly. He just stares at you in awe.

You feel your body heat with his eyes on you. "Thank you," you say softly. He snaps out of it, and his cheeks have a pink hue.

"Umm, you ready to go?" He asks, smiling at you.

"Yeah," you smile and start to walk down the street.

He wanted to touch you. Hold your hand, wrap an arm around you. Something that showed you were with him. He settled for his hands clenching and unclenching in his pockets.

You get to the little vendor area and smile. You order your food, and he quickly pays, not giving it another thought. You walk to a small bench and wait for your food to be ready. "So...Aizawa..." you start.

"Shota...I get called Aizawa all day by students and staff. You can call me Shota" he smiles.

You smile. "So...Shota...how long have you been a teacher?" You smile. Your whole body is clenched as you try not to bounce your leg nervously.

"You can relax...I'm a bit nervous too. And a few years. It wasn't my first pick of a job, but it's not all that bad." He smiles. Your cheeks flush. "What about you? How long have you been working at the cafe?" He smiles at you.

"Two years...I'm currently in university," you say, trying to unclench your body to no avail.

"What are you studying?" He tilts his head a little.

"Psychology of Quirks...It doesn't seem all that interesting, but I love it" You smile.

"I'm sure you can make everything interesting," He says softly.

Your eyes widen, and he looks at you. He quickly looks away and tries to hide his embarrassment of saying the first thing that comes out of his mouth. You fiddle with your fingers and look around.

"So psychology, huh? Do you want to be a therapist or something?" He clears his throat, trying to restart the conversation.

"Kinda...my quirk deals a lot with emotions, so I'd like to be able to help people in any way I can..." you smile a little.

"Oh, I see. If you don't mind me asking...what is your quirk?" He tilts his head a little.

"Oh well, I can-" you stop when you hear your order number.

"Hold that thought." He smiles and stands up. As soon as he walks away, you take out your phone and text Mikko.

Me:

Hey, I'm alive. He's so sweet. For sure not a serial killer.

Mikko:

Thank god I was getting worried, lol. Have fun!

He comes back and hands you your food. "You text your friend that I'm not crazy?" He smiles.

Your eyes widen, and you stare at him. He laughs a little. "Don't worry...I texted mine too, and you can never be too careful nowadays." He smiles.

Your body heats when he smiles at you like that. You feel like you're about to say something idiotic, so you shove food into your mouth to stop you. "Mmm, oh my god, this is so good." You smile.

Hearing your soft moans makes his cock stiffen. He smiles a little and crosses his legs.

"You picked a great spot. Your tastebuds are flawless." You giggle.

'My tastebuds want to know what your cunt tastes like.' He shakes his head a little.

"My friend actually brought me here one time. I'll tell him you liked it." He smiles.

You keep eating, making idle chit-chat. You throw away your trash and stand up. "Wanna walk around for a little?" He asks softly.

"Sure." You smile. His eyes light up, and you start to walk.

He keeps his hands in his pockets, clenching and unclenching his fists. He watches you look around at all of the little shops and stands. He glances at your hand and chews the inside of his cheek.

He wants to know what your hands feel like in his. They look so soft. So small compared to his. He wants to find out how soft they are on his cock.

'Stop it...' he shakes his head a little.

"You ok?" You smile up at him.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah just remembered I have to input grades. The mind of a teacher." He smiles a little.

"Oh. If you have to get going..."

"No, no, I..." before he can assure you, he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his night with you even into the morning, he hears a scream.

A man is running towards you both, holding a bag. Shota grumbles slightly. He takes his hands out of his pockets. The man runs right beside him. He grabs him and throws him to the ground. You gasp softly.

He holds the man onto the floor using little effort. Two officers run up and smile.

"Hey, thanks, Eraser!" They smile in awe. Shota lifts the man easily and hands him over to the cops.

"No problem..." he sighs a little and puts his hands back into his pockets.

The cops haul the man off, and Shota turns to you. Your eyes look like a deer in headlights.

'God damn it, I scared her...fuck! Why did this have to happen now!?'

"Shota, that was amazing..." you smile. His eyes light up, and his cheeks turn pink.

"Oh, it was nothing.." He shrugs a little.

"No, no, that was...incredible. You're so strong and fast!" You smile brightly.

'Damn right, I'm strong...I could throw you around like a god damn doll...would you like that?' He smiles a little and keeps walking.

"Hold on a second!" You walk quickly after him.

"You didn't use your quirk! You just took him down...like he was nothing! That guy was huge!" You say, still shocked. He turns and smiles at you.

"Ya know...my quirk...it doesn't do anything special. When it comes down to it...it just makes my opponent into a normal person...and then I fight them..." he smiles at you.

"You...you must be really strong..." you say softly.

He shrugs a little and keeps walking. You end up getting back to the shop, and he looks around.

"How far is your place from here? I don't want you walking alone..." he says softly.

"Oh, I'm not that far..." you smile a little.

"I'll walk you." He says as he keeps walking.

"Oh, Shota, you don't have to..." you say, fidgeting with your hands.

"I know I don't. Come on" he stops and nods his head.

You smile a little and keep walking. You get to your building and stop.

"I had a really great time...thank you for dinner...did you...wanna do this again sometime?" You smile.

"I was going to ask you the same thing..." he smiles.

He glances at your head. He imagines the cat ears again. He blinks a few times. He looks at you and nods a little.

He turns and walks away without another word. You stare as he walks down the street. You open your door and close it.

"What the fuck? That was it? No Hug? No kiss? Fuck did he have a bad time?!" You groan and kick your shoes off. You take out your phone and call Mikko.

"Hey! You have fun!" She asks, answering the phone.

"Yeah...but before we could set up another date, he just walked away...no hug, kiss, nothing.." You say softly.

"Hey, hey, calm down. He is a pretty stoic guy...maybe he was just respectful...he'll text you," she says reassuringly.

"How do you know?" You sigh.

"Because...you are stunning, smart, and funny. You're a catch! That man came all the way to the cafe with his wingman to get the balls to ask you out!" She laughs.

He walks back to his apartment and walks inside quickly. He leans against the door and sighs. 'Fuck...' He had to get out of there. He almost fucked you on the damn sidewalk.

The way your eyes lit up as you watched him take down that robber. That cute little skirt you had on that showed off your thighs. The god damn moans you made as you ate. You had to have known what you were doing to him, right?

He stripped his shirt and threw it on the couch. He sat down and undid his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his throbbing cock.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. There you were again. Kneeling in front of him, cat ears on, and this time that fucking skirt he wanted to rip off of you. Your tits bound in his capture scarf, making a makeshift tube top. Your tongue hanging out waiting for him.

Such a good fucking kitty.

Your soft hands would start to stroke him as you begged for him to let you taste his cock. Your cute little pleas made him groan. "Good girl...good kitty..." he breathed out. You'd moan around his cock like you did when you ate. It tasted so good, didn't it?

'More please...please Shota, I need more...' he groaned loudly, and he came all over his hand.

He opened his eyes and growled. He hated his imagination. You weren't there...if you were, he would have come in your mouth instead of his god damn hands like a stupid teenager. He reached over to the box of tissues and cleaned himself up.

"Fuck..." he grumbles. He stands up and pulls his pants up, and walks to his room. He stripes down, throwing his soiled pants and underwear into the hamper. He walks to the bathroom and cleans himself off before slipping into bed. He puts his hands behind his head and stares at the ceiling.

His eyes widen when a realization hits him. 'Oh fuck! I didn't say goodbye! I didn't say I'd text or call or anything! I just walked away like a fucking idiot!!' He grabs his pillow and screams into it. He sits up and grabs his phone. He calls Hizashi and cracks his hands nervously.

"Shotaaaaa my baby boiiiii! You havin' a good ass night!?" Hizashi says drunkenly.

"Jesus Hiz, where are you?" Shota growls out.

"I'm with Miruko...she's...she's so fuckin' pretty Shota....like... the girl is fuckin' hot...do you think she likes me? Like ....I'm a good lookin guy..." He giggles into the phone.

"Ummm...please tell me she didn't hear you say that..." Shota sighs.

"Give me that...go lay down Hizashi...Yeah, I heard it. What's up, Eraser?" Miruko giggles into the phone.

"Oh, crap, are you drunk too?" He rubs his head.

"Nah...I was the D.D. tonight...Though drunk, Hizashi is spilling some pretty big secrets to me...how long has he had this little crush on me, hmm?" She laughs. Shota chuckles.

"Oh man...he's going to regret getting this drunk..." he smiles a little.

"Nah, don't worry, I won't pick on him too much...Did you need something, Shota?" She asks sweetly.

"Yeah...look, I'll be honest...I...I fucked up..." he sighs.

"Oh, shit...you kill someone, Eraser?" She asks, her voice getting low.

"What? No! Wait, why was that your first question..." he scoffs.

"You aren't a man to make many mistakes. I figured it must be a bad one.." She laughs.

"Yeah, well, it's still bad...look, I went on a date, and my head got...fuzzy towards the end of it. I didn't say goodnight or anything...I just kind of walked away...I really like her, and I don't want to fuck this up..." He sighs a little.

"Awww, baby boy! Look, just send her a quick text and tell her you had a great night. Let her know that you want to see her again, and that's it. You're a straightforward guy. Be straightforward." Miruko says.

"Huh...Thanks...I'll do that... and umm, can we keep this between us?" Shota asks softly.

"Of course, Eraser...I've got to go...Hizashi is sitting on his kitchen counter singing My Girl by the Temptations...he doesn't sound half bad, but he needs sleep." She laughs a little.

"Yeah, good luck with that. Night Miruko." He hangs up and takes a deep breath. He types out a text and scans it over before he sends it.

Aizawa:

Hey. I had a great time tonight. When are you free next?

He stares at his phone, waiting for your reply. "What the fuck am I doing? She'll reply whenever..." he scoffs and tosses his phone onto his nightstand. He lays back down and closes his eyes. His phone vibrates, and he shoots up, grabbing it quickly. He opens the text and smiles.

Y/N:

I had a great time too. How about next weekend? I figure weeknights are a little hard for you.

Aizawa:

Next weekend sounds great. Sushi?

Y/N:

Sounds perfect. See you then!

Aizawa:

Thank you for such a good time. Goodnight Kitty

He sets his phone down and closes his eyes. 'Silly little kitty...I'll be seeing you tomorrow...I'm not passing up an opportunity to see you in those fucking ears again...'