Everything has been off lately. Yeah that first statement... It's an understatement. Things move on their own, not in front of anybody more like a particular object will be in one place this second and when you turn around it is misplaced. Not to forget the entire class of 1.A constantly feel as if a pair of eyes were watching their every move, and they don't mean their teacher either. However it may explain why his eyes are always dry and bloodshot, Aizawa rarely uses his erasure quirk as it is ever since he took up a teaching job instead of hero work. Unless Hagakure is running around in the nude, it makes people wonder if there's a ghost running around UA campus.

"Alright everyone All Might has brought in a few movies on American Pro Heroes," All Might waved a few clear CD cases between his thin fingers, progressing to put one in as Aizawa gave the rundown for today's lesson. "I'm napping since All Might is teaching today. Don't. Bother. Me," the male in black did look more tired than the usual and since today was a movie day he might as well sleep through it all. Nobody spoke a word as Aizawa pushed forwards with his feet allowing his cushioned rolling chair to press his chest snug against the wooden desk all to rest his head upon folded arms atop the face of the desk and drift away into a deep slumber.

An hour or so later, it didn't go unnoticed that the door of the classroom opened and closed on its own. All Might checked out the door, even taking a lap around the classroom but nothing was off. Hagakure was sitting at her seat in uniform, there wasn't any alterations in the air signifying that something invisible was passing through, nor was there any 'little' people such as gnomes or elves sneaking around. Everything was normal.

That was until something had disturbed their sleepy teacher. Someone or something pulled him out a few inches from behind his desk. Mr. Aizawa's students neglected to notice such an action, but they did take mental note that he indeed had stirred awake, yawning with a small stretch of his back and arms before lying himself back down with deep breaths to follow. Aizawa began to curse, he fell asleep before the movies began to play and now the volume was so loud he's going to have the hardest time falling back into slumber. Aizawa was stolen from thought to a fumbling of his zipper in his lower region. His bloodshot orbs of grey shot open, peering down below the desk to watch in complete and utter confusion as the zipper of his pants undid itself out of thin air.

Then it hit him...

"(Y/n) what the hell..." Aizawa hissed under his breath, lifting his knee suddenly. The desk shook slightly with your small injury. With your presence now acknowledged, your quirk wore off taking away your imaginary cloak of invisibility as you sat on your knees, between Aizawa's legs of all places. Your invisibility quirk came in handy, except it wears off whenever your name is spoken of, you touch someone else, or you do something that gathers too much wandering eyes. Three pairs of eyes is the limit and now you couldn't get Aizawa's heated gaze off your form.

"(Y/n) why are you pulling this stunt in my class? If you wanted sex you could've waited for later," Aizawa made sure to keep this conversation as quiet as he possibly could. Thankfully All Might's movie was blaring up a sound storm cloaking it with expertise.

"You're stressed," you sang, completely unashamed of your position. "Plus I've always wanted to try something in public, my quirk is perfect in these kinds of situations hun."

"I don't need to be sucked off during my class," now Aizawa began to wonder why he married such a troublemaker. You're constantly trying to pull stunts such as this at the most unconventional times, he should've known you would try again during one of his classes.

"As if they're paying attention," you hummed, leaning your head down and placed a deep kiss upon the growing bulge beneath Aizawa's underwear. Aizawa breath hitched, biting his lip and tried to conceal any and all emotions that could potentially leak from his body. After all, Aizawa was always a vocal man behind closed doors. "Oh look at what I caused," you sang in an airy tone, taking much joy in Aizawa's attempts to keep a straight face. "Let me take care of this," you wore that iconic devilish smirk as you progressed to unbutton the face of his boxers where the tension was released to some extent. Your delicate hand pulled his member out through the small opening where it stood tall in desperate need for attention.

Notice how Aizawa wasn't fighting your actions anymore? That's cause he secretly wants this as much as you did, he'll just never admit it. You wrapped your hand around his shaft, giving it a few experimental pumps just to elicit a response from your lover. Aizawa had to lie his head down upon the desk, it was his best option in hiding his lewd expressions from his students. This man was trying so hard to keep his composure as the big bad Eraserhead that everyone loves. However you had a goal to break down his walls, see how far he'd let himself go before his dominant side would kick in once again.

You leaned your head down, puckering your plump lips and blew some cold air onto the pink fleshy head of his cock. Aizawa twitched in response, you giggled, sticking out your tongue and dragged the pink muscle up the length of his shaft from base to tip in an agonizingly slow manner hoping for another response before kissing the tip in such a ghostly way it felt like nothing more than a tickle to his senses causing his entire body to shudder over you. You wrapped your lips around him, sucking lighty, before enveloping your wet cave around the entirety of his hot needy cock. Aizawa had enough of his hiding to an extent, moving one hand from atop the desk to below, his fingers finding your hair wrapped themselves within. He was desperate, just like you, now you'll give him what he wanted. You pulled up slowly, your tongue pressed to the underside of his cock coating the member with your saliva as his hand guided you back down. You kept up a rhythm, slow yet not too slow, just enough to keep your man on the literal edge of his seat and all he could do is grip at your hair wanting more and more attention.

Aizawa was close, however you kept the pace slow. Waiting for the movie to get loud with action sequences before you'd even dare to drive him over. When the volume was next to ear splitting, you began your final actions. Sucking harder than you ever were with a head that was bobbing fast and a cock that was hitting the back of your throat with each movement. Aizawa forcefully bucked his hips into your mouth with one last deep moan as his white seed poured from his cock and down your throat. His cum was salty, thick, not to mention lots of volume as he kept cumming. You swallowed every last drop of cum, sucking his cock clean before pulling yourself from him with a satisfied smirk.

"Hope you enjoyed that Shouta," you sang, putting the man back into order before activating your quirk and crawled out from beneath the desk where you left in a sprint, throwing the door open as you exited.

"The ghost is back!!!" Ashido cried, latching onto Uraraka out of fear alone.

"This is why I love my job," Aizawa lazily smirked. Who knew you were the UA ghost?