That night the whole class joined Eri for bedtime stories in the main room. You picked her up and carefully walked her to bed as she slept happily in your arms. One by one, the students walked to their rooms to go to bed. Shoto was the last to leave.

"You alright?" Aizawa asks. He nods a little.

"Yeah..." Shoto shrugs.

"Alright...what's wrong?" Aizawa sighs.

"Am I a bad son?" Shoto asks softly.

Aizawa's face drops. "What?" He asks softly.

"I...I was more worried about you and Y/N than I was about my father," Shoto says softly. "I should have been thinking about him...hoping he was ok...but I wasn't. I was worried about you two...I was worried something would happen," he says softly.

Aizawa hugs him gently. "You are not a bad son, Shoto. I'd be so proud to call you my son," Aizawa whispers.

Shoto looks up at him. "Really?" He asks softly.

"Of course. You make me so proud. You make Y/N proud too..." he smiles.

Shoto smiles a little. "Thank you, Mr. Aizawa," he says softly.

"Goodnight, Shoto," Aizawa smiles.

Shoto walks down the hall to his dorm. Aizawa feels his fists clench. He hated Endeavor. He knew Shoto didn't just burn his eye by accident. He knows something happened, and he knows Endeavor had something to do with it. His rage boils inside of him. He wants to do nothing but protect all his students, and Endeavor was in the way. He was furious. He wanted to punch something.

You walk out and stare at him. "Shota...you ready to go?" You ask softly.

He nods a little and starts to walk out, putting his hands in his pockets. You follow him out of the dorms as you walk down the path to your apartment. "Shota, what's wrong?" You ask softly.

"I'm just really fucking mad right now, and I don't want to snap at you because it isn't your fault," he grumbles.

Your eyes widen. This was the first time you had asked him what was wrong, and he didn't beat around the bush. He just told you what he had been feeling. Your chest fluttered a little. "Ok...do you need space?" You ask softly.

He takes a deep breath. "I don't know...I'm just angry, and I will hate myself if I get snippy with you," he sighs.

"Ok...well, do you want help calming down?" You ask sweetly.

He glances at you a little. "Committing murder is against the law..." he mumbles.

You stop him quickly. "Jesus Christ, how mad are you?" You ask.

"Pretty pissed," he says.

"You wanna tell me what you're mad about?" You ask, holding his hand.

"No, because then you'll be upset too...and then both of us are angry enough to kill, and that just seems like a terrible combination," he smiles a little, and you laugh.

"Ok, fair enough...how about I help you?" You smile.

"And how would you do that?" He asks softly.

"Well, from knowing you, you are probably angry about something you can't control...so how about I give you control tonight?" You smile.

His eyes widen. "You...you'd let me tie you up?" He asks.

"Of course...it seems to instantly calm you down having control over me...and I have a safe word in case we get a little too crazy, and I mean, recovery girl is a building away," you giggle.

"Jesus, that would be so embarrassing," he mumbles. "

Yeah, well, you don't need to go to bed angry..." you shrug.

"Ok...ok...thank you," he smiles and kisses you quickly.

You both get upstairs, and he stops you. "Take a shower in the guest bathroom. When you're done, come to our room, sit on the bed naked, with your hands on your thighs," he whispers, and you nod.

"Yes, sir," you breathe.

A low growl comes from his chest. "Good girl," he whispers.

You run into the guest bathroom and close the door. He walks into the master bedroom and grabs a pair of boxers before walking to the bathroom and starting the shower. He checks the tub, making sure it's clean for aftercare. He sets a timer so the water will fill the tub as soon as you both are done. He gets into the shower and scrubs his body quickly, getting every inch. He takes a few deep, slow breathes, focusing his head. He doesn't want to be angry when he starts with you. Just the idea that you even offered this already unclouded his head. He finishes and gets out, drying off and slipping on the boxers.

He walks to the kitchen and, before walking to the dresser and pulls out three scarves. You walk in and glance at him. The sight of the scarves makes your body fill with heat. You drop your towel and walk to the bed, sitting down and put your hands on your thighs. He walks over and smiles.

"Good kitty...did you enjoy your shower?" He asks sweetly.

"Yes, sir," you smile.

He can feel the anger leaving his body as he looks at you, slowly being replaced by love and trust. He smiles and gathers his hair up, tying it in a low bun. "What's your safe word?" He asks.

"Jumanji," you say clearly.

"Good girl...the second it's too much, you say it. Understand?" He reminds you.

"Yes, sir," you nod.

"Good girl," he smiles. He walks over and grabs one scarf. "I want to bind your arms just like last time. Is that ok?" He asks.

God, him asking for consent makes your entire body shake with excitement. "Yes, sir," you nod.

"Thank you...arms up, my love," he smiles a little. You stifle a giggle and hold your arms up. He quickly ties them like last time and smiles, holding one end of the scarf.

"Follow my hand signals," he smiles. He makes the same signs as list time: thumbs up, ok sign, and a duck sign. You copy with both hands, and he smiles. "Good girl," he smiles proudly. "Lay back," he says softly.

You lay down, and he quickly loops the other end of the scarf through the bed frame. He ties it and leaves the end to where you can pull it. "Tug it hard to come undone, just like last time," he coos.

"Yes, sir," you nod.

He smiles and walks over to the dresser, grabbing the other two scarves. "I want to bind your legs. Is that ok, kitty?" He asks, looking into your eyes.

"Yes, Shota," you breathe, your body jittering slightly.

He smiles sweetly. "Thank you, kitty," he says. He grabs your leg and stops when he feels you shaking. A look of concerns falls to his face "My love,"

"I'm ok...I'm...excited," you mumble.

His eyes widen a little. "Oh.." He says, a little surprised.

He nods and bends your knees. He ties them carefully, looping one end of the scarf through the bed frame. He pulls, and you inhale, feeling it tighten just a little. "Move your ankles for me," he says, checking you.

You roll your ankles, and he smiles. "Good. Relax your legs," he says.

You relax, and they stay up. It feels oddly comfortable, like all the tension in your legs is gone. "How did you.."

"I told you...I would never do this without research," he smiles. He gets off the bed and takes a deep breath. "You look so beautiful, kitty...but...you're missing something..." he sighs. He walks to your dresser and pulls out light blue cat ears. He walks over to you and puts them on your head, and kisses you softly.

"Perfection," he whispers.

You close your eyes. Your entire body feels like it's going to explode. "Shota..." you whisper.

"I know..." he says sweetly.

He has a look in his eyes that he's never had before, pure and utter calmness. He isn't worried about anything. He can't think of anything but how wonderful you look for him like this. He pulls off his boxers and crawls onto the bed.

"I'm going to eat your pussy, and then I'm going to fuck you until you cry...is that ok?" He asks.

You nod quickly. "Yes, god yes, Shota," you say.

"Thank you, my love," he hums and slips a finger into you. He growls, feeling how soaked you are. "Simply from being tied up? Tell me something, Kitty...did you need this too? Did you need me to control you?" He asks, his voice deep and low.

"Shota..." you whimper.

He adds another finger and starts to pump in and out of you. "Answer me, or my mouth won't go anywhere near your cunt," he snaps.

"Yes! When-fuck-when you called me a good girl in the meeting...I..." you moan, and he smirks.

"I wasn't lying...you are a good girl..." you coos. He licks his lips and hums as he looks down at your pussy. He licks your clit slowly, letting his tongue test you.

"Shota!" You whimper.

God, you sounded perfect like this. He couldn't help himself. He quickly started to suck on your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. Your eyes open, and you watch him as best you can, remembering the rule. He glances up, and his eyes fill your pride. He observes you as he works his mouth over your cunt, slowly letting your pleasure build.

"Shota, please...please...I need to come," you moan.

"Good girl...come for me...come like a good kitty so I can fuck you...come on," he groans. He curls his fingers up, and you scream as you come. He pulls away and shoves his fingers into your mouth.

"Suck," he snaps. You quickly start to suck his fingers clean as he stares at you. "Good girl," he groans. You swirl your tongue around them, and he shudders a little. "Fuck, such a perfect Kitty..." he breathes. He pulls them out and grabs your face, kissing you hard. You moan, feeling his cock slide against your cunt. He pulls back and looks down. He holds his cock and pumps it a few times.

"Shota, please!" You cry out.

"I've got you, Kitty," he says as he slowly thrusts into you.

Your eyes widen as you realize why he tied your legs. You can't close them or move them at all as his cock hits deeper into you. "Oh my god!" You scream as he bottoms out.

He stares at your face, his eyes dark and wild, feeling your cunt squeeze around him. "Look at me," he snaps. Your eyes focus on his. "You keep your fucking eyes on me the whole fucking time. You close them...and I pull out, starting all over again," he growls.

"Yes, sir!" You cry out. He starts to thrust slowly, groaning as he feels you. He snaps his hips a little, and you shut your eyes.

"Oh, Kitty...you were doing so good," he tsk-ed. He pulls out entirely and looks down at his cock, soaked with you.

"Shota!" You whimper.

"Hush...you know the rules," he hums. He strokes his cock and slowly pushes the head back inside.

"Ah!" You cry out.

He bottoms out again and groans. He grabs your neck and growls. "Eyes. Open," he huffs.

You nod as he starts to thrust. Your legs begin to shake the faster he moves. "Fuck! Perfect fucking cunt! God, you take me so fucking well, baby...you're such a good girl! Perfect fucking girl!" He shouts.

"Shota! Oh god! Please!" You cry out.

"Come! Come for me! Come all over my cock like a good kitty!" He groans. He quickly starts to rub circles over your clit as you scream. His eyes can't decide what to focus on, your cunt sucking in his dick or your face twisting with pleasure.

"Shota!" You scream as you come on his cock.

He groans, low and deep, as he keeps rubbing. "AGIAN!" He shouts.

"I can't!" You scream.

"If you can fucking speak, you can fucking come!" He snarls.

"Shota!" You cry out as you tug on the scarf.

"Take it! Fucking take it and come again!!" He commands.

You feel tears spill out of your eyes as you come again, your whole body shaking as you scream. He looks up at your face seeing your tears. His cock throbs as he watches them hit the pillow. "Say you're my good girl...say you're mine..." he pants, his hips thrusting wildly.

"I'm your good girl!" You sob.

"Say your pussy is mine!" He shouts.

"It's yours. I'm yours!" You whimper.

"Oh god, I love you!" He curls over, his body caging yours as he comes. He shudders and whimpers your name in your ear as he comes. He pants heavily, blinking a few times, trying to refocus his vision. He quickly pulls the scarf and frees your arms. You sob as you wrap your arms around him.

"Shhh...I've got you...I'm here...." He coos as he holds you tightly. "Too hard?" He asks, panic dripping in his tone.

"Too...good..." you sniffle.

It takes every bone in his body not to scream about how much you just boosted his ego. "I need to get your legs out, baby...lay back for just a second..." he whispers.

You let go of him slowly, and he quickly unties your legs. He picks you up out of bed and walks into the bathroom. It smells like light lavender and rose. He steps into the already full tub and sits you both down, holding you carefully as you nuzzle into his chest.

"God, you are the perfect woman...you did so good for me, my love...I'm so proud of you," he whispers. You smile, and he kisses your forehead.

You sit in the tub for a while before he washes you both. He gets you out, dries you off, and slips you into one of his sweaters and a pair of panties. He picks you up bridal style and sets you in the chair in the corner of the room. He grabs a snack and a water bottle and kisses you softly.

"Eat up; I'll change the sheets baby," he smiles and kisses your head.

He quickly strips the bed and grabs new sheets. He puts on the fitted sheet and promptly spreads out the top one. He grabs two silk pillowcases and puts them on the pillows. He grabs the comforter and puts it on, pulling it down so you two can go to bed. He walks over and smiles, seeing half the water gone and the snack completely eaten.

"Feeling ok?" He asks. You smile.

"Yeah," you say softly.

He picks you up and lays you down, getting in bed next to you. He turns off the lamp and holds you tightly. "I love you so much...thank you...thank you so so much...you don't have any idea what you've done for me tonight...I can't believe you're real...real and mine," he whispers.

"I love you too, Shota, and I'll always be yours."