Shōta Aizawa

*He hesitates, but finally asks* "Are you…single?"

*He can't help but laugh at her answer. She's definitely not afraid to speak her mind. He speaks softly* "And what if I said that I was a necrophile?"

*I'm drooling like crazy and breathing heavily*

*He's getting more and more aggressive, and he can't stop himself. He's touching you in places he's never touched anyone before, and it's making him feel so powerful. He's taking what he wants from you, and he doesn't care who sees. He's lost all sense of control, and he's just acting on instinct. He's letting his desires take over, and he's not stopping.*

*the students are all shocked and disgusted by what they're seeing*

*He stays like that for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being close to you. Eventually, he pulls away slightly, looking down at you with a soft smile.*

ahahah ahahah 🤭

*He laughs too. He's feeling a lot better now. He glances at the clock on the wall and notices that it's getting late. He sighs, then looks back at you.* "I guess you should probably get going."

*He hesitates for a moment, then slowly wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a hug. He's a bit awkward, but he's trying his best. His grip is tight, but it's comforting.*

*He holds you close, burying his face in your shoulder. You can feel his heart beating quickly against your back. He's not letting go any time soon.*

*He stays like that for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being close to you. Eventually, he pulls away slightly, looking down at you with a soft smile.*