The alarm blared through the hallways of U.A. High School, signaling a lockdown drill. As students and teachers alike scrambled to find safety, Aizawa and Present Mic made their way to Present Mic's office. Once inside, they breathed a sigh of relief and began discussing the drill.
"Well, this is certainly... unexpected," Aizawa commented, glancing around the room.
Present Mic chuckled and shrugged. "I've always found these drills to be somewhat... anticlimactic."
As they waited for the all-clear signal, Present Mic noticed a bag tucked away in a corner of his office. Curiosity getting the better of him, he pulled the bag out and examined its contents: a collection of sex toys from their college days.
Aizawa's cheeks flushed at the memory of their wild nights together. "We... really used these?" he asked, half-amused and half-embarrassed.
Present Mic smirked. "We sure did," he replied, running his fingers over a silicone dildo. "And I think it's about time we relive some of those fantasies again."
Without waiting for Aizawa's response, Present Mic grabbed one of the toys and unzipped Aizawa's pants. Pressing it against Aizawa's crotch, Aizawa gasped as the cool silicone made contact with his heated skin.
"Hizashi...," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Present Mic grinned and began to tease Aizawa with the toy, slowly inserting it inside him. Aizawa arched his back and moaned, his eyes closing tightly as he lost himself in the sensation.
"That's it, Shota," Present Mic purred, increasing the speed of his movements. "Let go and let me take care of you."
As Aizawa surrendered to the pleasure, Present Mic watched with a mix of lust and affection. He loved seeing Aizawa like this, so vulnerable and open to him.
Suddenly, a loud knock at the door interrupted their intimate moment. Startled, they froze, their hearts pounding in unison.
"It's just me," came a familiar voice. "The all-clear has been given. You can come out now."
Reluctantly, Aizawa and Present Mic opened the door to find their fellow principal, Nezu, standing there. His eyes widened in shock at the sight before him.
"Uh... everything okay in here?" he asked, clearing his throat awkwardly.
Aizawa's face was beet red, and Present Mic couldn't help but smirk. "Everything's fine, Nezu," he replied, trying to appear nonchalant. "We were just... discussing some old memories."
As they made their way out of the office and back to the safety of the school, Aizawa couldn't help but steal glances at Present Mic. A wave of gratitude washed over him for their unique bond and the passion that kept their relationship alive.
Later that night, as they lay together in bed, Aizawa turned to Present Mic. "Thank you," he murmured, nestling his head against Present Mic's chest. "That was... incredible."
Present Mic chuckled softly and ran his fingers through Aizawa's hair. "You're welcome, love," he replied, kissing the top of Aizawa's head. "Anytime."