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."
She grabbed a 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 since I was a kid.

"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. I realized I was missing a box, I looked up. A tall pale man 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.

"That the new teacher?" He asked Recovery girl. "Seems like an idiot." He snarled.

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, I was sweating profusely. I finally got the rest of the clothes in the box and sighed. Recovery girl stood up.

"You gonna keep sitting on the ground?" Aizawa asked. I didn't wanna look up, I wasn't scared. I don't know how to describe it.

"Get up."

I stood quickly, I turned to grab the box from the floating scarf. My eyes wandered to the rest of his 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 said impatiently, "You deaf or something?"

"Huh?" I asked, confused.

"I asked where your apartment was?" I could sense him staring at me but I didn't wanna look.

"My apartment?" I asked nervously.

"The boxes?" He said sternly.

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

The scarf slowly let the box sit on the ground. 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. 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 two boxes back up.

"Really he's always like that?" I asked with a pang of disgust. "He doesn't seem very likable."

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

"Hm." I answered.

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

"That so?" I asked, not actually listening.

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

I actually listened to that. 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 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.

"Yes, I'm not saying they're together, but they seem like they could be a sweet couple." She said waving her eyebrows.

"Why are you even telling me this?" I asked.

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