𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 12 | Crying

I opened my eyes, having no idea what was happening or where I was.

"What the hell?" A voice I recognized as Aizawa's questioned and he asked me, "What are you doing in here?" he had grabbed me by my arm.

"Eugh." I groaned then sniffled and he stilled, staring at me in shock. I was crying.

He stared silently for a while as I tried to break free from him. His fingers were tightly gripped around my forearm and his fingers were terribly cold. I couldn't meet his eyes, as I was still shaking from being in this closet and just focused on getting this man off me. He wouldn't budge and I started to get panicked. Suddenly, I smacked him in the face with my other hand, making him let go of me, then ran. I ran into my apartment and locked the double doors as fast as I could.

"Shit, shit." I wiped the tears that I had cried, stressed out of my mind.

I finally come to my senses and registered that was really Aizawa.

"I just-" My eyes went big, "I just put my hands on another teacher here."

I wanted to cry again, why did I even do that? I barely know the guy, but why was he in there? Did he hear me? Better question is why was I in there.

"You idiot." This was so frustrating, I had a flashback and took it out on him. I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. How will I even be able to explain that? Or talk to him like a normal teacher?

"I can't even believe what just happened, what even-?" I paced back and forth in front of the double door.

This isn't making my teacher situation any better, I'll be seeing him around. I tried to stop pacing but I kept on thinking.

"What if I get fired?" I asked myself, this is terrible. I haven't been through trauma flashbacks since I was a kid, this isn't right. Something felt weird about sitting in that little closet, it felt terrible. Is it because Aizawa intimidates me?

"Pretend it didn't happen, maybe he will do the same." I said to myself and stopped pacing. I feel somewhat better than just a second ago.

Hopefully he will forget, but I did just slap him in the face. I couldn't find any better solution than pretending to forget, or that it didn't happen. I don't want to apologize, because he was a jerk earlier and I don't think he will accept it anyway.

"He grabbed you by the arm, just say it was a type of self defense. He was the one who wouldn't let go." I assured myself. "Yeah, why was that bastard grabbing me anyway?"

I'm thinking too much.

I woke up on the couch, "Where am I?" I ask as I look around the apartment, coming to quick realization. "Oh."

I sat up and looked at my wrist watch, 3:48. "Oh, shit. It's been hours, Recovery Girl is probably waiting for me." I got up, grabbed my apartment keys and walked out the door.

As I was locking my apartment I turned to see Aizawa locking his too. I quickly finished locking the door and speed walked down the hallway, looking back, I saw that he was staring at me. My heart leapt out of my body. He raised an eye brow and kept his hands in his pockets, almost sneering. I walked faster until I was in a big open front room, stairs everywhere, students laughing and walking. They looked happy, this might actually be really great for me.

I finally reached the nurses office and I knocked, "Come in." Recovery girl said, a little muffled.

I opened the door, walking in the room, looking around I saw no students. Just Recovery Girl packing up a kit.

"Hello, dear." She turned around and smiled. "Ready for the tour?"

"Yes, sorry for making you wait so long. I fell asleep." I nervously smiled back.

"It's no problem, I had students all day. You were just in time, I finished my patching up my last patient." She laughed.

"Oh, perfect." I sighed with another smile.

"Well, let's get going." She walked over to the door behind me and stopped short. "Hello, Shota. Is there anything you need?"

I didn't turn around. I definitely didn't want to.

"Just walking around, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice made me shiver. It was a deep raspy voice, it sounded like he was just waking up from a nap. I mean, it wasn't an ugly voice. Quite the opposite sadly.

"About to tour E-" She got interrupted by a call, then speed walked over to the phone and picked it up. She talked for a few minutes then turned to me and frowned.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I just got a call that Nezu needs me to heal one of the teachers downtown." She said to me and then beamed as she looked back at Aizawa.

"Could you tour her around?" Recovery Girl asked Aizawa.