Aizawa Shouta desired the wild energy of Hizashi Yamada. Their nights together were a mix of intense pleasure, every caress a jolt igniting more profound urges. Sometimes, their desires overflowed, drawing in new partners like the young student, adding a thrilling edge to their private world. Aizawa adored the manner Hizashi's voice would get huskier with pleasure, a sound that drove him wild. He remembered a time where Hizashi's golden locks intertwined in his fingers, a symbol to their untamed connection. His eyes often lingered on Mic's pierced body, each piercing a hidden detail he longed to explore. Occasionally, he'd find Mic alone, deep in contemplation, his gaze holding a mix of vulnerability and hidden longing. He treasured these instances of closeness, the silent connection that flowed between them without a sound. Their space was a realm of erotic passion, where every touch was a promise of unbridled pleasure. He'd often awaken to Hizashi's gentle breaths, his form a warm presence beside him. Their love, a glorious mess, was etched into every part of their being. Occasionally, the thrill of another liaison was too much to resist, their bodies yearning for further exploration. Shouta found himself pulled to Mic's playful side, the way he could ease even the gloomiest atmosphere. Their bond was indestructible, a testament to their shared passion and deep affection. Even in the most serene times, the heat between them was palpable, a continuous sign of their fiery passions. He loved the chaos Mic brought into his otherwise organized existence. Their story was one of unconventional love, a fusion of opposites that fueled a blazing passion. Aizawa understood that with Hizashi, every day was an adventure, each night a journey into uncharted passions. Their passion was a power that could not be suppressed, a blaze that engulfed them completely. He would always choose this existence with Hizashi, this intoxicating blend of affection and desire.