Thread by @honest_artvoid, Yknow for all the fics I’ve read where the class A students [...]

Yknow for all the fics I’ve read where the class A students are getting it on fucking in the dorms, I’ve never read one from aizawas pov during that time bc like can u even imagine what those nightly patrols are like for him

He just has to act like he doesn’t hear it bc acknowledging that they’re making too much noise during quiet hours would mean he’d have to knock on their doors and talk to them and he’s not trying to find out why it sounds like Sero’s gargling mouthwash in the middle of the night

Or why Uraraka’s room is making decidedly less noise, but the noise is coming from /above/, like the ceiling is being thumped against

Aizawa almost uses his keycard to enter Midoriya’s room when he sees green flashes of light under the door. That idiot knows he’s not supposed to use his quirk here. Right as he’s about to swipe his card he hears Bakugou /and/ Kirishima moaning.

“Good for him.” Aizawa mutters

Todoroki’s room is almost dead silent, but Aizawa can feel the temperature fluctuating up and down at random. Concerned that he’s having a nightmare and isn’t actively in control of his quirk, Aizawa knocks on the door a few times before entering. Shouto’s awake, sitting up on-

-his futon, staring blankly up at Aizawa.

“Your quirk was manifesting in your sleep.” Aizawa murmurs. “Is everything okay?”

Shouto’s chest is heaving a bit, and Aizawa can see little puffs of cold air coming out of his student’s mouth. When Aizawa looks a little closer, he-

-he sees sweat beading on the left side of Shouto’s body. Must’ve been a /really/ bad dream, Aizawa muses.

“I’m fine now, thank you.” Shouto says politely. “I don’t think it’ll happen again.”

“We’ll see.” Aizawa grunts. “Go back to sleep.”

Aizawa’s walking out of the room-

when he sees /his/ black and white scrunchie on the floor, the very one that he’d loaned to Yaoyorozu this morning in home room when her hairtie snapped as she was fixing her ponytail. He also hears shuffling in Shouto’s en suite bathroom.

“Christ almighty.” He says to himself

After he’s done with hourly rounds he heads back to the common area and flops down on the couch. He wishes he had brain bleach to erase all the shit he just experienced.

Someone curses in the kitchen.

Aizawa’s up and is in the kitchen in seconds. Shinsou is standing by the-

-island, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. He stares blankly at Aizawa. He knows that Shinsou has insomnia, so he actually has permission to be out of his room after hours, but only in the common area.

“Burned my tongue.” Hitoshi says

Aizawa relaxes, shoulders dropping-

-at the simple statement. Thank fucking god at least /one/ of his students doesn’t become a raging fucking sex criminal after the sun goes down.

“That better be decaf,” Aizawa chides lightly.

“It is, sensei. Relax. You’re the one that seems on edge.” Shinsou chides in return

“Well if you had to patrol this dorm every goddamn night you’d understand, Hitoshi.”

Aizawa hears a snicker come from the opposite side of the island, near the floor.

Aizawa stares at Shinsou.

Shinsou stares at Aizawa.

“You’ve got five seconds to tell me who’s there.”

Aizawa ticks off a /generous/ five seconds in his head before he plants a hand on the island countertop and vaults completely over the thing.

Denki Kaminari is sitting on the floor with both hands pressed over his mouth, as if that would help after the fact. He’s not wearing a-

-shirt at all, and his sleep pants are halfway down, exposing his bright yellow boxers.

Aizawa hears a soft ‘clink’ as Shinsou puts his mug down.

Aizawa’s got his capture weapon unfurled in an instant, whipping it across the kitchen with deadly precision to stop Shinsou, who-

-had literally broken into a dead sprint, trying desperately to flee the scene as soon as Kaminari was caught.

Aizawa roughly reels Shinsou in hand over hand until he’s laying on the floor next to Denki. He knows that his quirk is activated and probably scaring the shit out of-

-them and he’s glad it is, because he’s had it up to /here/ with these horny sex goblins in Class A.

“Detention. One month.” Aizawa growls,

Denki’s hands drop from his mouth.

“A /month/?!”

Aizawa can see a little blood on his teeth and tongue. He looks back to Shinsou-

who has a look on his face that says he’s never gotten in trouble in his /life/ and this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.

Aizawa nudges Shinsou’s chin to the side with his boot. Just as he /fucking/ thought, Shinsou had a large, bleeding bite mark on his shoulder

That’s why Shinsou had cursed. Denki had /bitten/ him hard enough to break skin and leave an impression of his teeth.

“Why are you fuckers this horny,” Aizawa breathes out, tone caught somewhere between disbelief and pure rage.

“I’ve never heard him curse.” Denki mutters and-

-for whatever reason /that’s/ the last fucking straw for Aizawa. The little acknowledgement that Aizawa had cursed in front a student—when /all/ of his students were quite literally running a brothel every goddamn night—sends Aizawa over the edge. He snatches Denki up with his-

-capture weapon and drags his two students to the hall where all of the student rooms are. He unties them both and tells them to sit on the floor against the wall and fucking /stay/ there.

One by one, Aizawa starts kicking down doors. He knows he has a key but he doesn’t-

-/fucking/ care. He’s angry enough to piss lava and it’s satisfying to feel the doors fly off the hinge with every well-placed kick.

He can never unsee all of the sordid, lascivious shit he sees, but at least the students are being scarred for the life at the same time as him.

He’s cursing to himself every time he kicks a door open and has to use his capture weapon to physically separate two /or/ more students at a time and throw launch into the hall. Every time he does, he grabs all of the clothes on the floor he can find and throws it out after them-

-so those /animals/ can hastily get dressed as best as they can. At a certain point Aizawa realizes he’s screaming.

“Get”

Kick

“The FUCK”

Crash

“OUT HERE”

Midoriya’s crying.

“YOU NASTY /FUCKING/ SICKOS”

There’s only one student that even tries to argue with him.

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugou’s got, it’s the /fucking/ audacity.

Aizawa lassoes his capture weapon around /both/ of Bakugou’s wrist when he sees the boy’s palm start to crackle and pop. Aizawa squats down and-

-/heaves/ with all of his weight, snatching the boy out of the room ass fucking naked into the hallway.

Aizawa doesn’t stop there, though, using every single last bit of his two hundred some odd pounds to fucking /launch/ Bakugou at the far wall.

He hears the satisfying-

-/crunch/ of drywall as it gives under Bakugou’s weight and he flies /through/ the wall into the common area, debris exploding everywhere as Aizawa’s students all scream.

“Shut the /fuck/ up right now or I swear to Satan himself I’m going to expel /all/ of you fucks after-

-telling each and every last one of your parents /why/ I expelled you.”

Dead silence follows.

Aizawa peers through the hole in the wall to make sure that Bakugou’s still breathing. The little shit is laying on the floor amongst the debris with a stunned look on his face,-

-like he had just finished witnessing his life flash before his eyes. Aizawa sincerely hoped that Bakugou had just realized that he had come /this/ close to dying with his dick out in front of his entire class /and/ his teacher.

Aizawa wraps Bakugou in his capture weapon from-

-his neck to his ankles to cover his naked body and drags the mummified jackass back into the hallway, grinning smugly when he hears Bakugou’s head smack against a corner on the way out.

Aizawa deposits Bakugou in front of class A and places a booted foot on his belly, leaning-

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