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Aizawa starts rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. Being able to sleep everywhere had its ups and downs, kinks in his neck is definitely a down. Three hours into school working at his office computer and he’s thinking about snapping his neck to get it over with.
“Everything all right?”
Shota turns around to see the former symbol of peace looking down at him with concern. Just getting out of his class with 2-B.
“Ya just a kink in my neck. Nothing to worry about.”
“Alright. I hope it feels better soon.”
Yagi goes to his own desk to get ready for the emails for the day. Shota turns and tries to continue his work. Every two minutes he tries to re-adjust his posture to help relief his discomfort but after 20 minutes he’s getting frustrated. It’s going to be especially annoying with the class 2-A covering some more advance self defense and him having to demonstrate.
He hates asking for help but he’s getting desperate.
“Hey, do you have some ibuprofen or something.” He figures with Yagi’s injuries he probably has some pain killers on him.
“Unfortunately not. I have to refill my pain reliever prescriptions and they would probably be to strong for you to teach anyways with no previous tolerance. I use to have extras but Midnight used the last of them.”
A simple no would of worked but he’s use to Yagi’s tendency to add unnessesary info.
“It’s fine. I’ll run by recovery girls after class.”
He tried stretching his neck so his ear reached his shoulder. It was clear that it wasn’t a good idea if his yelp of pain was anything to go by.
“Ah! Shit.”
He rubs the tender area again. Accepting his fate. Until a voice that was definitely closer than before spoke up softly.
“If you want. I can try to uh help. If your fine with that.”
Shota rotates his chair to look up at Yagi again. Clearly looking nervous at providing physical relief.
“I took a physical therapy class in university. It was a beginner class and it was a long time ago. But I think I may be able to help.”
Shota looked around and saw no one else was in the room. It’s not like the older teacher is offering a blowjob or anything, but walking in on a teacher massaging another teachers neck would definitely be a concerning sight to say the least. But he was desperate and he wanted to show Yagi that they were friends and he was ready to take the next step to their weird friendship.
“Ya sure. But I do have class in 10 minutes.”
Yagi beams. “I’ll be sure to be efficient.”
Shota turns his back to his coworker and braces for his touch. He’s about to ask him if he’s gonna do it until he feels a large hand cupping the back of his neck. Squeezing and pulling up to the back of his skull.
“Sorry. It’s just that my hands are to big to use both of my hands on you. I hope this works-“
“It’s fine.”
It took a lot of will power for Shota not to groan the reply. As Yagi’s thumb and pointer finger move up and down trying to smooth out his muscles. While probably not the most common Technique he isn’t going to complain.
As they both got comfortable with the contact, Yagi got bold enough to place his other hand on Aizawas shoulder so he had more leverage to drag the squeeze up. Probably unnessesary from the amount of strength in Yagi’s hands despite the loss of his power, but it brought it to an angle that it made Shotas breathing a lot more heavy.
He can’t help but wonder what else those hands can do. How else they would feel on them, feeling out his body. He couldn’t imagine how his grip would feel somewhere else on his body. He probably shouldn’t be having these thoughts of someone he’s just starting to actually become friends with.
He loses his train of thought as the hand wraps around the back of his neck. The pad of a finger and a thumb pushing on a pair of nerves behind his jaw to force Aizawa to look up.
“Little spaced out there arnt we? I would continue but someone has class in 5 minutes.”
Despite the fact Yagi just stated, he still has a light grip on the back of his neck. Shota was a little to dazed and a little startled to respond. Especially with how close Yagi’s face has gotten.
“Does it feel better?” He looks down at him with a smile that Shota can’t really place. It’s for sure not shy by any means.
“....yes”
“Good”
With a last squeeze to Shota’s neck, Yagi’s hand and whatever weird tension that just happened left Shota. Yagi walks to the door.
“Hope class goes well today.”
Shota has to sit in his chair for 30 seconds to figure out if that was intentional or just Shota being crazy but still. What the fuck?