𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 19 | My Apartment?

I snapped back to the present and whipped my head up, making direct eye contact with Aizawa. I quickly looked around the room making it look as if I was just darting my eyes around.

"Yes, I do." Wait shit, I didn't mean to say that. That just came out, what the fuck. I don't need him to take me to my apartment I'm not incapable. Why did I even say that? I need to pay attention, these thoughts are getting the best of me.

"Then get up, let's go." Aizawa asserted, turning his back to me.

I turned to Recovery Girl and she smiled, "Thank you Shota, this is very sweet of you." She said turning back to walk over to her desk.

Aizawa grunted in response. He almost reminded me of an ogre or something, but since his voice was so deep it satisfied my ears and made my face pink.

I slowly tried to process what was happening and I grabbed my things. I got up and tried my best to dust the dirt off, this was again, my fanciest pair of teacher clothes. I looked up to see Aizawa's back facing me and his head leaning out to look left and right. I didn't want to walk close to him so I waited behind till he started walking to the left.

The walk was quiet, but every now and then I would glance around and in the corner of my eye it almost seemed as though he was glaring at me. It made my eyes flutter a bit but I ignored it, turning my head to look straight forward. We reached my apartment and Aizawa leaned on the wall to the right of the door, hands in his pockets peering down at me. I looked him up and down, looking back up to his face he made a scowl and said,

"You gonna open it or keep gawking?" I snapped back to life and searched through my purse.

"Oh, yeah." I hooked my finger around a hoop and brought out a golden pair of keys.

Stepping closer to the door my arm shivered as I could feel Aizawa towering over me, watching me. I tried my best to stop shaking and calmly put the key in and twist. Aizawa shifted his weight and took his hand out of his pocket, making a fist and leaning it above the doorway. I sucked in an uneasy breath and shoved my door open. I need to get far away from this man.

"Haha, thanks for taking me to my apartment." I said quickly, I didn't look him in the eyes. He was a lot taller than me and he was leaned against the door frame, other hand in his pocket. I tried to steady my breath, I knew if I looked at him I wouldn't be able to look away.

"Ok, bye!" I answered and slammed the door quickly in his face. I locked the door and gasped.

I just slammed the door in Eraserhead's face. My heart was pounding in my throat as my ears were still steaming hot. What did I just do? I'm not making anything better for myself, I should just apologize, even though he's an ass he still brought me to the infirmary. Wait, yeah, apologize. I laughed, what would that even do? Then I groaned in defeat.

Unlocking the door I opened it and peered out, looking to my left then my right, Aizawa was unlocking his apartment. I held my breath as I watching his steady hands push in the key and turn. I wish I could get a closer detailed look of his hands. I shook my head and closed my door, walking over to him. I took as steady strides as I could and he glanced over, turning to face me he put his hands in his pockets. I stopped 7 inches in front of him and stared. He lifted an eyebrow, as if waiting for me to say something. Don't say something snide, jackass, just apologize.

"I-" I didn't finish my sentence before I realized that I was panting, as if I had been running. My voice came out squeaky like a teenager.

"I-, ugh." I groaned and tried one last time, I'm trying to do the right thing as a teacher right now.

"Okay, fuck, I'm sorry, alright?" I looked down at his feet and they were crossed as he leaned a shoulder to the wall. If he keeps leaning on the wall like that I think I might actual-

"Alright." He answered, I looked up to see a subtle evil smirk on his face, like he won or something.

Wait, shit, did I just admit defeat? I just apologized, for what? You were supposed to pretend like those things never happened, that was the easy way out. He probably would have forgotten too, oh you dumbass. I pinched my arm, he stood in place watching me. My stomach was squelching with anger and, the fuck? Desire, I don't know, that's disgusting. I put my weight on one leg, waiting for him to say something else.

He looked around and back at me, making eye contact, I quickly looked to the wall behind him.

"You need something else? Want me to grab your hands and thank you for your apology or some shit?" He spat out, I met his eyes and glared at him, now my blood was boiling. My hand started to shake from anger, pulling with everything I had not to rock him. He grinned back as he saw my mouth curl, I spat at his feet and spun on my foot turning towards my apartment. I was angry but down under wasn't as angry as I was, I groaned at myself and started to walk.

Aizawa swiftly grabbed my forearm and hauled me back in front of him, I was mere inches away from his chest and I gasped. Have I mentioned that sculpted pecs you can see through a shirt is extremely hot to me? His hand was still hooked on my forearm and he looked me in the eyes,

"See you in the classroom, right?" He smirked at the corner of his mouth, his long hair was almost touching the sides of my face as he towered above me, looking down. I never thought Eraserhead would be this tall, it's impossible not to be nervous around this man.

Holy shit, my breathing was ragged and my whole body grew hot, my bottom lip was slightly quivering. My core was aching, for, something? I shaked at the thought of him inching closer and closer and-