Aizawa was in the hospital from his previous battle, so in the mean time, Enji was substituting Class 1-A. He wasn't a good teacher, either. He was probably the worst possible option, but the students just had to deal with it and hope Aizawa would recover soon.

A few days ago, Enji had saw you, walking in, wearing a tank top and gym shorts, with a light sheen of sweat on your skin. You were buff, like, buff as hell. He quickly figured out you were the class's gym coach, but that didn't really matter at the time, considering he was contemplating if he was actually straight or not. He tried telling himself that he was straight, but the way his cock throbbed in his pants said otherwise. So everyday, you two had small talk, and he nearly got a fucking boner every time he saw you, it was kind of pathetic, in all honesty. Today, he couldn't fucking take it, you looked hotter than ever, and he was going to do something about it. So, he led you to his car, and once you both were in the backseat with the doors locked, he was already unbuckling his belt. "I can't wait any goddamn longer. I need you to fuck me. Do it. Now." He paused, before hesitantly adding, "Please." It was so quiet you barely heard it, but he actually said "please". He was that fucking desperate.