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❝ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ?❞ 【ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴀ ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ. ʜᴇʀᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪꜱᴛ.】 ●ʙɴʜᴀ ʀᴘ. ●ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ/ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ. ●ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴꜰᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ!

//do i still have my alpha aizawa account?!?! im not even logged into it on this phone. ive neglected my boys…

//thats what im saying!!

//havent done shit with this account since last year this is a reminder to myself too give my poor other aizawas more focus

(His hands dip lower, and lower..) There you go.. (He massages right above his rear, fingers digging into the sore muscle.)

That’s it.. moan for me.. I want too hear how loud you can get.. (He presses against the center of his back.)

Good boy.. (His cold, rough fingers gently dig into his upper back. He’s.. surprisingly skilled at giving massages.) You’re not done, here..~

(One hand tenderly fondles his pec, while his free hand pinches his other nipple.) Mhm. I feel like doing something /else/.. lay down..

I bet, if I really damn tried, I could make you cum without touching you at all. Too bad I don’t feel like doing that right now..~ (He lets out a throaty, possessive growl, reaching his hand up too grasp the others pec!)

Hmph.. (Aizawa grumbles, his lip twitching in anger.) I /can/ and I /will/. Hell, I bet unlike him I could actually make you orgasm from a massage!

Wh— What?! Absolutely not! (He gawks, eyes widening before he blushes in humiliation.)

(Good with his hands.. hmph. Aizawa is quiet, watching the man leave. Once he’s sure the other is gone, his attitude changes.) /I/ could /so/ make you moan louder than whatever he’s capable of. (Jealous, jealous jealous!!!)

I bet you’re.. enjoying yourself. (He crinkles his nose, trying too hide his disdain.) ..Never heard you make such noises before..

(Aizawas eyes linger on the mans hands. So gentle, over the heroes delicate skin. Hearing how vocal the other man makes him.. how good he feels.. Could Shouta make him feel the same?) Sure.. take your time.. (He can’t stop watching..)

I.. see.. (So they know each other well, it seems. Despite it all, he can’t help the deep pang filling his chest. He shouldn’t feel this way..) I— Apologize, for intruding..

(He knows about massages being good for heroes, but..) You’re.. /loud/..

(When he entered the apartment, he was in for quite the shock. Confusion.. anger.. lots of things fill him. But he doesn’t assume the worst. He can’t. Hizashi wouldn’t.. do that.) What the /fuck/ is going on in here—?! (The door flings right open!)