Just a Peek

It had only been for a moment and yet that moment had changed every aspect of how he saw Midoriya Izuku, his problem child, on a normal basis.

It had all started when Shouta had been grading papers in the shared living room, keeping an eye on Ashido and Kaminari, when Midoriya had walked by. He had gone for a jog and as he came back with his face sweaty, Shouta had seen him out of the corner of his eye, lift his shirt to wipe his face. For just a couple of seconds, with Midoriya’s back to Shouta, his dark eyes had spotted a hint of lace just resting on Izuku’s tailbone. And that was more information than what he wanted to know about Midoriya period.

Sure his students had little things that they did in private, such as Jirou singing a lullaby to herself while trying to go to sleep or Kaminari subtly charging everyone’s phone or devices until he felt spent and able to go to sleep. But finding out one of the most innocent and hardworking students in his class wore a lace thong…..well that changed things.

It made Shouta wonder what else Izuku wore in his spare time: a Bra? Bralette? Maybe even thigh-highs that curved his leg muscles just so. It was a dangerous line of thought that he shouldn’t be having about his student but he couldn’t help it. Midoriya was hardworking, clever, intelligent; all things that reminded him of Oboro, who had been the happy-go-lucky person in Shouta’s life.

He watched as that red lace teased him, the bright color such a delicious pop against Izuku’s tanned skin. It was beckoning him to come closer, to take the lace into his mouth and tug it down slowly, letting Izuku’s cock spring out so he could swallow the young man whole.

And yet all he did was reach out for his coffee, taking a giant gulp of the semi-cold liquid before letting the mug hit the table just hard enough for Midoriya to notice him. The flinch he gave before dropping his shirt and turning to Shouta was evidence enough that the young boy hoped the older man hadn’t seen his choice in underwear. He wasn’t about to give the game away.

“H-h-hi Aizawa-sensei! I didn’t see you there.”

Shouta gave Midoriya a hum before motioning to his papers, “I came in while you were on your jog.”

“Ahh.” Izuku scratched his cheek, giving his sensei a bright grin. “Grading our papers? I’ll just leave you to it then. I’m going to take a shower before Kacchan makes dinner.”

“Alright. Oh by the way don’t forget it’s almost your turn to clean the laundry room. I hope you’ll clean it better than Kirishima.”

Izuku chuckled. Kirishima had not done a great job at cleaning the washers and dryers and to be fair, the young teen just wasn’t good at chores. He tried his best but something always distracted him from properly cleaning. He saluted to Aizawa-sensei as he slowly backed away.

“Will do!”

Shouta waited until the young man only got a couple feet away from him before casually adding out loud, “You don’t want to end up with dirty underwear if it’s not cleaned right Midoriya.” And the intense look he gave Izuku as he lazily roamed his eyes up and down Izuku’s body, almost made Izuku’s knees visibly tremble. “Gotta have clean underwear.”

Izuku swallowed, subtly tugging down his shirt as he nodded. “Yes sir!” He scurried away, not wanting to know if his teacher had seen his little hobby.

Shouta snorted and glanced down on his phone. Maybe it would be a good idea to shop around for some new lacy underwear and if they made it inside Izuku’s dorm for him to wear for later, well that was his business and nobody else’s.