𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 18 | Dream

Aizawa stepped into view, my breath hitched in my throat and my mind made ungodly noises. I sat in silence as I took in his figure in the light. I realized now that I never actually got a good look at him. He was very muscular, his black clothes fit him tight but not too tight as to look small. It fit nicely around his medium sized biceps, his belt was tilted in a way that made my eye twitch in longing. Goggles sat atop his head with a slight tilt, I trailed down to his arms and one was in his pocket while the other one waved in my face. I was in a trance and the voices started to come back in less of a fogged distance.

"Hello?" Aizawa said, my whole body flinched and I met his eyes. They were calm but almost looked angry.

He put his hand back in his pocket as he realized that I was back to reality. I broke the stare and looked down at my hands.

I just body checked Eraserhead in front of Recovery Girl, I completely checked him out in his face. My cheeks grew warm. My palms started to sweat as I thought about it more. I'm guessing to him it looked like I was undressing him with my eyes, I'm an idiot. Even in highschool myself, I've never felt this nervous, and... greedy? Greedy for what? In a way I feel lost in thought again but I didn't wanna look back up into reality. Aizawa was standing at the foot of the bed, probably staring at me.

"Dear?" Recovery girl asked as she tapped my arm.

I quickly looked up at Recovery girl, in a way I feel like I knew my cheeks more than likely were red. I chose to ignore it and try to focus on her face. I was completely and utterly embarrassed, I've spent today and yesterday thinking bad about Aizawa, but I just stared at his body image. Did I have no shame?

"Oh, yes, haha." I tried my best to laugh normally but it came out as a strange croak. I could see Aizawa in the corner of my eye shift his weight as he bent his back, as if he was leaning on a wall. Was he laughing at me? What if he thinks I have some type of fan girl crush on him or something? Well, if I do have to say it, he isn't bad looking. He does look as though he hasn't slept or showered in months but in an instance I look the same. I tried not to grin, I have no idea why I want to smile.

"Are you okay?" Recovery girl asked. "You zoned out there for a minute." She laughed a bit.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine. I was just thinking." I answered back, lowering my head back down to my sweating palms.

"Alright then, I asked if you needed an escort to your apartment? To change into some new clothes." She said, I guess she asked that while I was zoned out a minute ago but I looked up at her.

"Your clothes look a bit dirty, as if you were rolling in dirt?" She asked. I lifted the blanket to see some dirt on my pants, I lifted my bottom to see there was dirt on that too. Shit, these are the only nice clothes I have.

Wait what.

Dirt, shit what? Dirt on my ass? Dirt, I'm freaking out, that means I was sitting on the ground? Does that mean the so called 'Dream' wasn't a dream. My legs started to shake as I thought back to the 'Dream'

I had called Aizawa beautiful and trembled at a mere graze of him. I was in deep shit, how could I have even checked him out just minutes ago? I slapped him yesterday and called him beautiful today? How am I not dead, I'm scared to look up. I'm honestly terrified, I'm out of words because I have no idea how I've even let this happen. This isn't what I call bold this is what I call stupid.

His touch, even if it was a graze had me panting. I've never felt like that before, it was different. Different than I've ever felt. With guys I've always been straightforward, never nervous or anything like that. It was so easy to just go up to a guy and already have him wrapped around my fingers, then the next thing I knew he was already down my pants. Im not a whore or anything, I've just had a few boyfriends or so. They weren't amazing especially since they all were inexperienced and didn't know right from wrong. Sometimes it was a little hard for me to find a boyfriend or a friend, considering I was 'the lonely kid with no parents' or whatever you wanna call it.

"Hey, do you need me to take you to your apartment or not?" Aizawa said angrily.