𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 8 | Unpacking

"Isn't that perfect?" Recovery girl said happily. "I'll make a quick call. It won't be a problem for one of the other teachers to help get the rest of the boxes, I wouldn't want you to do it all by yourself."
She grabbed an old flip phone out of her pocket and dialed a number. I tried my hardest not to laugh. She held the phone to her ear and started talking. I turned around to give her some privacy. My arms were getting weaker and weaker, I felt like I was about to drop the boxes and collapse from heat exhaustion. I haven't been outside this long in weeks maybe months.

"Where?" A gruff and deep voice asked. Their feet scraped against the concrete and stood still. I've heard this voice before, it sounded so familiar. I turned around fast, dropping all the boxes, everything pouring out. I dropped to my knees quickly to get everything back in, embarrassment eating me alive instantly. I realized I was missing a box at my haste to gather them all. I slowly looked up. A tall pale man with black hair stood a couple inches away, there was a grey scarf around his neck. The scarf was wrapped around one of my boxes as he glared down at me, the corner of his mouth curled in disgust. All I could do was stare. Again, it was Shota Aizawa.

"And this is supposed to be the new teacher?" He asked Recovery girl, sounding quite bored. "Seems like a clutz." He snarled. "It looks like she hasn't showered in days."

I wanted to tell him we had that in common but I was too embarrassed and a little angry. Recovery girl frowned and put her box down to come and help me. "Well come on child, don't just dilly dally." She said with a nervous smile. I could feel his eyes still on me while I was sweating profusely. I finally got the rest of the clothes in the box and sighed. Recovery girl stood up, doing her best at a glare towards Aizawa.

"You wanna keep sitting on the ground?" Aizawa asked sounding as if he were disgusted but wanted to laugh. I didn't want to look up, I wasn't scared, I don't know how to describe it.

"Get up."

I got to my feet quickly, turning to grab the box from the floating scarf and attempting to feign eye contact from the owner of it. My eyes wandered to the rest of the scarf, it floated behind him and around his neck, creating a soft wind. I yanked at the box again, it wouldn't budge.

"Hey." He spat out impatiently, "You deaf or something?"

"Huh?" I blurted, confused.

"I asked where your apartment was?" I could sense him staring at me but I didn't wanna look. Maybe I was afraid he would use his quirk again, or maybe I was intimidated, who knows.

"My apartment?" I asked nervously, wondering why the hell he needs to know where MY apartment is.

"The boxes?" He said sternly, obvious impatience staining his features.

"Oh, yeah." I turned, as fast as I could without meeting his eyes to my apartment, and pointed. "There."

So far all I've done is embarrass myself and I just wanted to disappear before I sounded any more stupid.

The scarf slowly let the box sit on the ground. Then he started to walk away, part of his scarf slapping my arm.

"Ow." I said quietly. One hit and it stung almost as much as a pinch. I watched, "My room number is 706!" I yelled to him.

He kept walking until he got into the complex, not acknowledging that I even said anything. I turned to Recovery Girl, she gave a small giggle. "I'm sorry about him, he's always like that." She watched as I picked the box back up.

"Really, he's always like that?" I asked with a pang of disgust, sparing a short glance to my apartment. I needed to calm down, for some reason my heart was racing. "He doesn't seem very likable."

"Well, I heard he apparently wasn't very happy about a new teacher." She told me. "He's very impatient, doesn't make very many co-worker friends here."

"Hm." I answered, feigning from rolling my eyes, obviously very surprised.

"But he's very sweet once you get to know him." She said with a smile, trying her best to convince me. "I've healed him a few times and he can be such a nice boy."

"That so?" I asked, not actually listening, I'm too hung up on Aizawa being an asshole and not a super-nice-Pro-hero.

"Yes, he really knows how to charm a lady, but he's never actually had a girlfriend." Recovery girl led on, and I couldn't help how my ears perked up. "That's just what I've heard, some are even saying he's gay. Might be a rumor, might not."

I stifled what may have been a laugh with a cough. Gay? "Where did you hear that?" I asked with a hint of wonder.

"Oh, just around. I don't think it's true." She said, her eyes wandering as she leaned in a little. "You didn't hear this from me, and don't tell anybody, but I've seen him and one of the teachers get a little close."

"Really?" I said, raising my eyebrow, trying not to be an ass about how I really couldn't have cared less.

"Yes, I'm not saying they're together, but they seem like they could be a sweet couple." She said waving her eyebrows, I watched as the wrinkles by her eyes crinkled and she smiled wide.

"Why are you even telling me this?" I asked, not trying to sound ungrateful.

"Well, it seemed like you might have a little crush on him." She said with a giggle.