-Kinktober day 2 Praise kink-

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The room is silent, save for the low hum of the air conditioning and the sound of your own unsteady breathing. After everything the tension you've been holding, the effort you've put into being exactly what he wanted the weight of the day finally seems to crash down on you. You feel exposed, raw, and desperately seeking something to ground you.

Aizawa doesn't move immediately. He sits there with that familiar, tired composure, his dark eyes tracking every small tremor in your hands, every nervous glance you steal. When he finally speaks, his voice isn't the harsh command of a teacher, but something lower, softer a velvet rasp that sends electricity straight down your spine.

"Come here." he murmurs, the simple order carrying an unspoken reward. "That's it. Good __."

As you move closer, drawn to the gravity of his presence, he reaches out. His touch isn't rough; it is deliberate, warm, and impossibly steady. His calloused fingers find your jaw, tilting your face up so you're forced to meet that intense, unblinking gaze. He studies you with an appreciation that feels almost consuming, as if he's memorizing the way you react to him.

"You've been so patient today." he murmurs, his thumb stroking your lower lip. "So disciplined. Do you have any idea how fucking good you look when you're listening like this?" The slight praise makes your heart hammer against your ribs, a rush of dopamine flooding your system that makes your knees weak.

He pulls you closer, until you're settled on his lap, his free hand sliding up your thigh to rest possessively above your hip. "Such a good choice, staying right where I can see you. Such a good job following every single word I said." His praise is a slow burn, a reward you crave more than anything else. He leans in, his lips brushing against your temple as he exhales a hot breath. "And you deserve to be rewarded for that, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how good it feels when I tell you how perfect you're being."

The way he looks at you not as a student, but as something precious, something he wants to claim through gentle, relentless validation is overwhelming.

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