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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FILTHY THINGS: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I won't rp: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[fiftynifty]

[Don't lie to him about cats!!]

That's-- well, to be honest, it takes me such a long time to go through any of their written work...

[He's weak and basically every other possible thing in the world is more interesting than grading. For example, smooching, which he gladly continues.]

[benstein]

[He snorts, but oh, those feel lovely . . . he even reaches behind him, carding a hand semi-awkwardly through Toshinori's hair. He's still reading the stupid essay, but he can be affectionate.]

You overthink it. And then you want to be too personalized.

[fiftynifty]

I like giving feedback, but I don't always know what to say!

[It's a real struggle and he would like it respected, thanks. The affection helps.]

I've never been good at compositions.

[Explaining himself? When will "I dunno, it just works" finally be accepted??]

[benstein]

Then don't say much. Mark an X when they're wrong, put a check on something particularly good, then if you think something's outstanding, either poorly or excellently, write it down at the end. That's all that's needed.

[He demonstrates by scrawling another X against the paper. Poor Sero . . . ]

[fiftynifty]

That's still three different things.

[He is truly this bad. This is why he never became a teacher until favoritism pushed him to.]

I'll figure it out soon... Practical exams are so much easier.

[benstein]

You're hopeless.

[But he punctuates that with a kiss, twisting back so he can land it on his mouth. And then, quietly:]

Come here.

[fiftynifty]

[Thanks, he loves you too. That said,]

I'm already here.

[What is he supposed to do, get on the floor? How about Aizawa comes up here on the couch, like a civilized person??]

[benstein]

No, come here. Next to me.

[Yes, come on the floor. Jelly is here. It's a great place.]

[fiftynifty]

[He's injured, and this is how he's treated... Fine, with great effort, he laboriously slides off the couch onto the floor, immediately laying his head on Aizawa's. Hello.]

Why are you on the floor, anyway?

[benstein]

It's comfortable.

[And he hadn't initially wanted to disrupt Toshinori. That, too, was a factor.]

Look. All you have to do is skim the page, all right?

[So do it, as he tips the essay closer to him, edging so their bodies are pressed together. This is nice . . . he likes Toshinori's head atop his.]

[fiftynifty]

[WAIT....]

You tricked me into grading! And here I thought I wasn't supposed to exert myself today.

[No, he doesn't want to. This isn't even remotely mature, but he's retired now, he can do what he wants.

He does, however, take the essay and Look at it. Is he reading it? Who knows.]

[benstein]

Bwa ha ha.

[It's the dryest evil laugh ever. Aizawa shifts, nosing lightly against his neck, his eyes on the essay. Read it, punk.]

[fiftynifty]

[No... don't make him do this... he only teaches Hero Class, he doesn't even know what this assignment is!!

He is trying to read it without being distracted by the much more interesting things Aizawa is doing, hm.]

Well, it's... attempting to be thorough?

[benstein]

Mmhmm. But it's bloated. He's using three paragraphs when he only needs one. That's not necessarily a failing offense, but it's worth writing a note, because he'll need to learn not to do that.

[He murmurs all that against his neck, then kisses him gently. He does it because he likes him, of course, but there's an element of amusement there as well.]

[fiftynifty]

[Kisses for grading is an interesting trade system Aizawa has just proposed, but there is one... crucial problem.]

Ah-- I think you might have to write the note.

[His arm. Is still broken.]

[benstein]

Mm.

[A grunt of acknowledgement, and he sets his pen to paper-- and then pauses, nipping at his neck.]

So? Tell me what to write.

[fiftynifty]

[Aizawa's quest to wheedle Toshinori into teacher kink: take two. That's very nice, to be fair...]

Well-- "be... more succinct"?

[benstein]

[He scrawls it on there. It's not done remotely neatly, but there it is: Toshinori's first contribution to a student's essay.]

Look at that. You managed one of the three things.

[He nips at him again. This is almost certainly as a reward.]

Now: a good thing.

[fiftynifty]

[Cool, so he can never look a student in the eye again. At least try to make it look like it was written with careful attention and not while Aizawa's mouth was against his neck.]

The details? [Toshinori, commit.] The details are good! Very vivid!

[benstein]

[Oh, this isn't teacher kink just yet. That'll happen later. For now: he drags his teeth against his skin, smiling as he does.]

Two out of three.

[he doesn't write this down just yet, if only because it would look odd on the margins. Instead:]

Final test: any last comments you want to add?

[His tongue darts out, and he huffs a laugh.]

Toshinori?

[fiftynifty]

[Aizawa is a bully, Toshinori has all the proof he needs right here. He shivers and reaches for Aizawa with his good hand, fingers curling in his shirt.]

"Great start"?

[This is the caliber of actual grading that he does on a normal day, for the record. Aizawa's mouth has not rendered him useless, he already was.]

[benstein]

Mm, no, I don't think so, not in the middle of the semester.

[He's really leaning against him now, mindful of his broken arm but otherwise eager to distract him. His mouth lingers against his skin, teeth nipping insistently in one spot. He's going to leave a mark, somewhat because Toshinori did it to him and partially because he's possessive too.]

Try again.

[fiftynifty]

"Great progress."

[There, it's the perfect loophole. The minuscule interest in this essay he had at the beginning of this venture is completely gone now and he tilts his head to give Aizawa more space. He's still on bed rest, no one will see this mark except Jelly.]

They're all going to be "great progress" at this rate, Shouta--

[benstein]

Then you'd better start thinking faster.

[Because he's going to climb into his lap in a minute, assuming that won't actually kill him. But first: great progress, he writes, a scrawl that's just as sloppy as his first note. Poor Iida doesn't deserve this treatment on his essay, but here they are.]

You're smart. You can figure it out.

[fiftynifty]

[Iida... he's so sorry.]

It's not in my handwriting, actually, so I don't think I have to!

[Loophole! Great! He tugs Aizawa's shirt pointedly, come here.]