Unlikely Lovers (aizawaxreader)

-chapter fourteen-

-Aizawa's POV-

The students seemed to have the class handled for the most part, so I took it as my que to take a nap. Zipping myself up in my sleeping bag, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. As soon as sleep overwhelmed me, (y/n) was there; front and center. Even if I tried to avert my attention somewhere else, the spotlight relentlessly followed them. I sighed deeply, finally giving in. I let my mind wander, thinking about the look on (y/n)'s face whenever I touched them. The way their soft skin felt in my hand was beyond me. I wonder what they had in store, considering they seemed ready to play our little game. Honestly, I was a bit excited myself. I'd never show that though. Of course. 

I heard the bell, causing me to wake up from my coma like sleep. I rubbed my always tired eyes, standing up and out of my sleeping bag. Looking around, the students were leaving to go to lunch. I slowly headed towards the teachers lounge, where the others teachers would be. After opening the door, I sat down at the table as far away from the others as possible. Even though it may have seemed like I was half asleep, I immediately noticed that (y/n) wasn't here. I began eating my lunch, pretending like it didn't bother me. I stared down at my food while I listened to Present Mic ramble on for who knows how long.

Finally, (y/n) entered the teachers lounge with nothing but an apple. They pretended to ignore my presence. Or maybe they really didn't notice me here... wait. No. Of course they are pretending. (y/n) then came and sat down right next to me. They confidently bit into their apple, looking around and engaging in the conversation at the table. I turned and glanced at them. Well, not glanced. Stared. I locked my eyes on them. But for some reason, they pretended not to notice. 

After a few moments of small talk, (y/n) leaned back into their chair and put one foot on their chair as well. They looked comfortable. Too comfortable. After what seemed like an eternity, (y/n) finally looked at me. I immediately noticed the glow in their eyes. The arrogance almost pushed me over the edge. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand around their throat and watch that arrogant look quickly turn into embarrassment. Soon they began doing small things, such as biting their lip. It was killing me and they knew that. But I couldn't do anything. Not in front of the other teachers. (y/n) knew that as well.