Teacher's Pet [ RP for ~coldlookshot ]
Sep. 1st, 2020 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
expectnothinglessThere were dozens of educational institutions in the country focused on the education and preparation of young would-be heroes for lives as professional doers-of-good, but standing head and shoulders above them all for decades was U.A. High School. To call its reputation sterling was an understatement, and its influence on the future careers of its graduates could not possibly be underestimated. A diploma from U.A. vaulted a first-year Pro Hero to a status most would take years to earn. The school's heroes were stronger... faster... more popular and more highly skilled in both the use of their powers and the sexual prowess necessary to make it in the heroing world.
And like every school, U.A. had one teacher on staff that the students dreaded seeing on their schedules, the teacher they whispered about at lunch period, who had tales about them passed on from upper- to lower-classmen every year. Naturally, that teacher was also the one who could guarantee a student's success with a passing grade, and grant them a golden future should they manage to get high marks. At U.A., that teacher was Hanzo Shimada.
Hanzo had been a professional hero for more than two decades, either beating or fucking all challengers he'd faced (often both), only turning his focus to teaching when he decided there were no more mountains to climb. Since then, Hanzo terrorized teenage hero hopefuls instead of supervillains. He was notorious for being almost impossible to get a good grade out of, as well as an orgasm, which for the most part at U.A. was the same thing.
That afternoon found Professor Shimada going through term papers comparing the pros and cons of various types of lubrication, his red pen leaving bloody trails over every page. He heard the knock at his office door, grunting in frustration. Moments before he had sent a junior out of his office in tears after she'd failed to make him cum even after insisting on earning extra credit on her knees under his desk and spending half an hour trying.
"Come in," he snapped. "And whoever you are, I implore you to not waste my time."
And like every school, U.A. had one teacher on staff that the students dreaded seeing on their schedules, the teacher they whispered about at lunch period, who had tales about them passed on from upper- to lower-classmen every year. Naturally, that teacher was also the one who could guarantee a student's success with a passing grade, and grant them a golden future should they manage to get high marks. At U.A., that teacher was Hanzo Shimada.
Hanzo had been a professional hero for more than two decades, either beating or fucking all challengers he'd faced (often both), only turning his focus to teaching when he decided there were no more mountains to climb. Since then, Hanzo terrorized teenage hero hopefuls instead of supervillains. He was notorious for being almost impossible to get a good grade out of, as well as an orgasm, which for the most part at U.A. was the same thing.
That afternoon found Professor Shimada going through term papers comparing the pros and cons of various types of lubrication, his red pen leaving bloody trails over every page. He heard the knock at his office door, grunting in frustration. Moments before he had sent a junior out of his office in tears after she'd failed to make him cum even after insisting on earning extra credit on her knees under his desk and spending half an hour trying.
"Come in," he snapped. "And whoever you are, I implore you to not waste my time."
