November 2025 Drabble #1

Aizawa/Toshinori – Voyeurism; stink/sweat kink – AllMight forgot his notebook in the classroom so after everybody is gone, he goes to retrieve it. Only that not everybody is gone. And he sees more of Aizawa than he ever thought possible.

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School has long since stopped for the day when Toshinori makes his way through the hallways and toward the classroom of 2-A. He’s forgotten his notebook there and even though he knows the principal and other teachers keep reprimanding him for staying far too long, he just needs to do a little bit more before he can turn in for the night.

His lungs are already burning a little just from walking up the stairs and down the long hallway which is humbling in and off itself. It’s what he blames for not hearing the little sounds until he’s already pulled the classroom door open by a hand’s breadth.

He freezes in his spot, torso already angled to move into the room but instead just bringing his narrow face closer to the gap to stare inside.

Aizawa is there; and Toshinori would have loved to just misinterpret the situation and excuse himself loudly and give Aizawa the moment to pull himself together, but there simply is no way to misinterpret anything.

Not with Aizawa on full display, sitting on the ground and leaning against the teacher’s podium with his sleeping bag unzipped the same way that his pants are, because his cock is out and his fist is wrapped around it.

Toshinori’s mouth immediately goes dry, blood rushing to his head. He should take a step back but his feet are rooted to the ground and his eyes are locked on Aizawa’s cock disappearing and reappearing in the tight clench of his fist as he slowly drags it up and down his shaft. He twists his wrist right at the top when his foreskin has been forced up to cover the tip again, and the way his voice trembles whenever he does it, bassy and delicious, it must feel insanely good.

Toshinori can’t believe Aizawa would do something like this right there. Basically out in the open. Where anybody could just walk in on him slowly dragging his fist back down and forcing his foreskin to go with it to unveil his wet glans like it is a present. It’s flushed such a dark, intense red that Toshinori feels a little twist low in his belly and he is too flustered to think about that.

He shouldn’t… he shouldn’t watch this. Aizawa is under a lot of stress. Just like all the other teachers. It’s just… an unfortunate location he chose for relieving said stress in the most logical and quick manner possible. At least that’s what Toshinori thinks Aizawa’s excuse would be for this.

There are beads of wetness appearing right at the apex of his piss slit. Toshinori can see them and his mouth, formerly dry, suddenly floods with saliva. He has to jerkily swallow so he wouldn’t start salivating simply because he is watching one of his colleagues pleasure themselves.

He shouldn’t be watching this in the first place is the thing. He should be pulling back and simply retreat to his home and leave the little matter of his notebook for tomorrow.

It’s only that then Aizawa is lifting something to his face that he has been clutching in his free fist and Toshinori can watch in perfect, excruciating detail as his own gym shorts, gone missing after a nice long jog through the school’s premises are being aggressively sniffed by Aizawa before he explosively groans and fucks up into his own fist.

Oh.