Unlikely Lovers (aizawaxreader)

-chapter nineteen-

Despite my confidence, my heart was racing. I could feel the tension between us, anyone within a ten mile radius probably could. The silence was killing me, even though it was only a split second until he replied. It almost surprised me when he spoke, his tone even lower than it usually was, "Oh is that so?" he said, annoyingly sarcastic, "it was you I was worried for, but if you insist..." my heart raced as soon as I heard him, feeling heat rush into my face and ears. I knew I had to be beet red, which only made it that much worse. My eyes closed instinctively as his hand slid up my shirt, the feeling making me squirm a little bit. When I did I felt him pause, his hand moving down to tightly grab onto my waist. I opened my eyes, wanting to see why he'd stopped. His eyes were staring directly into mine, a few stubborn pieces of his deep black hair covering them some. "tsk tsk, did I say you could move? I've hardly touched you and you're already getting restless..." 

The arrogance in his words filled me with a silent rage. But at the same time, other parts of me loved it. I don't know what I'd do if he quit touching me... what did my skin even feel like before his hands roamed it? I opened my mouth to reply when I heard people approaching the door. I began to panic, finally realizing what would happen if I were to be caught like this. Not sure what to do, I did what I always did when I needed time to think. Activating my quirk, I slowed down the world around me. Now I'd have time to figure everything out or find a good hiding place before those people arrived. I glanced at Aizawa, whose hair was floating and eyes were red. What? I listened, hearing that the people were walking at a normal pace. He'd erased my quirk. I looked at him with wild eyes, trying to find his intent. My stomach was filled with butterflies as I understood. Being the sadist he is, he felt the need to push me even further, "Beg."