Izuku couldn't help but smile. Sure, summer vacation was over but he was well on his way to graduating U.A. with just two more terms to get through before he was a full fledged hero. But more importantly than that, over the summer he met the most amazing woman in the world.

And she was his current girlfriend. Emi was smart, beautiful, and not afraid to kick ass. She had long green hair, brilliant green eyes, a killer body, but her real beauty was the constant smile she had on. It was like her entire body was smiling and it just made him want to smile back at her.

And then there was the smile she gave him when they were cuddling, or when they were alone, that soft smile was-

He really shouldn't be thinking about having sex with her again in the middle of class.

A buzz in his pocket almost made him jump as he watched their sensei do a lecture about math. Technically because of his internship he was allowed to check his phone in class. Besides, a quick peak wouldn't hurt.

It was a text from Emi. It was a photo of her wearing a suit for her new job.

"Lol, I look so flat in this!" the text read.

The second image was of her large pale breasts being pulled out of her suit. Those were definitely his girlfriends breasts. He knew this because there was a hickey near her nipple from their latest sex-capade.

The caption read. "Boom! Enjoy the stealth titties!"

Making sure that their math sensei wasn't looking, he quickly responded with "Risky click"

Emi's response was instant. "You can play with them later!"

She finished it with a winky face.

Pocketing his phone he began to work on the problem on the board, trying really hard not to think about Emi's boobs. It was hard enough to do that normally, but after getting a tit pic from her it might as well be impossible. Especially since it was a risky pic from her work! It looked like she snuck into the restroom and took it.

It was kind of neat that her jobs bathrooms looked similar to U.A.'s restrooms. Maybe they were made by the same construction company.

For the next thirty minutes he set about thinking about Emi, and doing math problems. Until it was time to switch over to their next subject. Modern arts History.

"Now then," Ectoplasm coughed closing his mathematics book and looking out over the class. "As many of you know Midnight is out on Maternity leave, as such we have a new teacher that will be covering Modern arts History, please treat her with respect."

The chatter started the moment Ectoplasm-sensei left the room.

"What? Midnight was pregnant? Who's the dad? Who who!" Mina squeed from her seat up front, touching everyone she could to get them just as excited.

"I heard it was Aizawa-sensei!"

"What? No way! What if it was All Might?"

"Our new teacher is a girl? Do you think she'll be hotter than Midnight?"

"What? No way! Even if she was old Nemuri was a complete babe! Plus she used her power by stripping!"

"You're just into her because her being a dominatrix turns you on after finals.

"What? Dude! would you shut up!"

The door slid open and the room went silent.

Their new teacher walked in her heels clacking along the tiled floor matched the heartbeat of every single student in the room. Long smooth legs went upwards to a crisp grey skirt that ended just above her knees. The coat was professional with an orange blouse underneath that concealed her figure.

Her beautiful face was only enhanced by the air of professionalism she gave off that came to a head with her sharp square glasses. Bright seafoam green hair was pulled into a neat ponytail that ended in between her shoulders.

She was beautiful, professional, and-

She was Emi Fukukado. His girlfriend.

"Hello!" Emi chirped walking over to the board. Her handwriting was sharp and clear as she wrote her name on the board. "I am Emi Fukukado! I'll be your new Arts and History teacher. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Fuck! There went the flash of hope that this might be her twin sister.

Still for a party girl Emi did clean up pretty well.

But holy shit his smoking hot girlfriend was his smoking hot teacher! Fuck!

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Easy breath, she could do this.

Emi looked at herself in the mirror. When she had been offered the chance to teach at U.A. despite only being 22 years old she had been over the moon with giddiness! That giddiness only doubled when she met the love of her life over the summer. Wait come to think of it did she ever tell Izuku that she was going to be teaching at U.A?

He'd probably be so jealous that she was working at the number one hero school.

Wait, where did Izuku graduate from? He was a hero after all, maybe he was a U.A. student. That'd be neat.

She should ask him tonight. After a nice dinner out.

"Alright Emi, focus." She clapped her cheeks and straightened her professional outfit. She was only about four or five years older than her students and she needed to make sure she came off as mature. That meant no dew rag, fake glasses, a suit that made her look like a - sexy - office lady. Even if it did make her look completely flat.

Maybe Izuku would like to do some roleplay?

Oh! She should text him! He deserved a tit pic every so often. Okay, she just wanted to give him a tit pic.

After sending him the photo and making certain she still looked proper, mature, and more adult like than she actually felt she nodded to herself and walked out of the restroom. She meanuvered back to the teacher room where she had been given a desk. She wanted to make sure she didn't make Eraserhead mad.

It was weird month ago she would have swooned over him because those tall, dark haired, skinny emo boys were like her thing. Then she met Izuku and never looked back. Now Aizawa was just her ever so slightly scary boss man. That so didn't have a sense of humor.

She had barely enough time to get everything settled before it was her time to teach.

It was beyond terrifying.

She stared at the door just listening to the students talk about her. Some wanted to know if she was hot, others how old she was, some about who she was, and why the other teacher got pregnant. It sounded like there were so many of them.

Okay, just pretend it was stand up! That was easy. She did stand up a lot of times! Sometimes drunk. Most of the time drunk. And she had to deal with a drunk audience. That was like dealing with teenagers right? Wait, no, teenagers were worse than drunks.

"Alright, fuck it, I'll just walk in like I own the place." She took another breath stood straight and marched into the room.

The silence that followed was golden. Did they hear her say fuck? Wait, was she allowed to say fuck? She didn't remember! Shit! Wait, smile!

"Hello!" Holy crap, that voice sounded way too pleasant, tone it down a bit. She moved to the board and began to write her name. "I am Emi Fukukado! I'll be your new Arts and History teacher. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hello Ms. Fukukado." The class all but droned. The boys were looking at her with stars in their eyes and the girls were also smiling at her. Awesome! She nailed the teacher look. Maybe later, the teacher look would get nailed.

No! Bad. No sex thoughts at work! Especially not in front of her students. She adjusted her fake glasses and smiled at the students.

"Please, call me Ms. Joke, it's my hero name after all." Maybe a few of them would recognize her? Probably not, she barely had time to get a name for herself, only a hero nerd like Izuku would know who she was. She walked towards the podium and tapped on the seating chart. "Now then, because I'm new I'd like to go through the attendance just so I can learn your names."

She went through the students names one by one a few of her students were shy, and there was one guy near the back that had had his head on his desk since she got there. Poor guy. He was next and his name was -

"Izuku Mi-FUCK!" She looked up from the attendance roll to see her boyfriend sit up straight in the back of his row. His face was red, her face felt red, he had a nervous smile on his face as he slowly raised his hand. Wait. Everybody was staring at her. Oh shit, she just swore didn't she. "Uhh, sorry about that, had to sneeze."

Smooth, Emi.

Almost as smooth as the fact that she literally sent one of her students a picture of her tits thirty minutes ago! And they had sex two nights ago! And she wanted to have sex with him tonight! What the fucking fuck fuckity fuck.

She coughed and stood straight, pushing her glasses back in place and took a breath. Nope still fucking panicing. Why didn't he tell her he was a student! She thought he was a pro like her! "Right then, Izuku Midoriya."

He stood up, showing off those large arms of his and that down right heroically muscular body that could pick her up and fuck her against the wall like a god damn champion. And hopefully she was the only one to notice his bulge. What the fuck didn't dudes have like a no standing rule for when they had erections? Seriously, her hot as hell green haired freckled boyfriend was her student!

"Here, Ma'am." Okay that was kind of cute. Fuck. Why the fucking fuck was her hot as fucking fuck boyfriend her fucking student! He was eighteen! This had to be a joke. Wait. Eighteen year olds could still be students couldn't they. Fuck! Why didn't they talk about their fucking lives before now! "It's uhh, nice to meet you."

Oh shit! Good plan! Act like they totally don't know what each other looks like naked. "Likewise, Izuku."

The class continued on without any hiccups though she did have to try really hard not to scream fuck as loud as she could whenver she saw Izuku in her class.

They were going to have to have a talk.

AN: I got this idea when I was reading a smutty manga. I love it.

I don't know the name of the manga stop asking.