𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 20 | Daydreaming

        "Hello? You there sweetheart?" He asked as he searched my eyes. I gasped and snapped back to reality, realizing that I was just daydreaming about him, in front of his face. He was standing in front of me, he radiated warmth and I wanted to get closer but I stood frozen in place as he continued to stare, what did he just call me? My stomach starts to drop and lift, like an elevator and I stared and stared. My eyes trailed down from his chest to his belt to-

I swiftly looked back up to his face and gave a nervous laugh, "Yeah, yeah. See you in the classroom, bye." I snatched my arm away from him and sped off as fast as I could not looking back, I slammed then locked my door.

I ran to my couch and slammed the hard throw pillow across my face. Aizawa grabbed me by my forearm, more than just a graze this morning. I was absolutely throbbing and I just stood there speechless. His hand was cold, but it honestly felt nice. Like he was pricking me and it made my teeth chatter in deprivation. I've never felt this way, after highschool I was alone for years, I never yearned for a mans touch because I hadn't felt it for a long time. This was different though, I had a constant nagging to be touched by him, how his hand felt on my bare skin made me want to scream.

I sat on the couch thinking about what just happened till I stole a glance at my watch. I had almost 25 minutes till class. I jumped up and peeled off my clothes, stepping into the shower. It was a quick shower but I had turned the water cold, it felt good. I've always ever had the water warm, when I first got in the water my teeth hissed in chastisement. Then I jumped in, in a way it reminded me of the cold touch Aizawa gave as he was latched onto my arm. I pushed off the thought and enjoyed the short shower.

Getting out, I had forgotten to lay out clothes to wear, I ran around my apartment looking for button ups and long skirts. I thankfully found a ruffled tight long business skirt, I bought that for my interview to be a pro hero, years ago. It was a little tight but I could work with it, I found a white frilly button up that went with the skirt and I slipped on black flats. This was almost as good as my outfit earlier but, it looked like I was some type of business woman CEO, or whatever. Under the skirt I wore a skinny plain thong, I wasn't going to wear lace to a classroom. I put on some shorts under but to my surprise I couldn't get the skirt over them. They were small but the skirt was thin and tight.

"What the fuck?" I asked angrily and yanked at the skirt. It barely budged above my thighs, I groaned and took the shorts off. They were my only pair of skinny undershorts I had.

"Okay, fuck, I can buy some more later." I assured myself pulling the skirt up quickly. "I can just go commando for one day, I'll buy some shorts after class. For now, I don't have time." I told myself and snatched my phone from the couch.

I felt naked but in a way I was confident that I looked okay, honestly I think I even looked less musty than yesterday. This confidence actually put a little stride to my step, I locked the door behind me and carried on to my classroom. I didn't care if I ran into Aizawa, there was no way he could ruin this for me. I was almost to my classroom when I caught a glimpse of Aizawa chuckling with another female teacher. She was beautiful, and it was hard to see but Aizawa was laughing, he wasn't smiling though. He just gave small sounds that sounded like chuckles, his eyes were upturned as if he was smiling.

I don't know why but something panged at my chest and I started to slow to a walk, I couldn't stride anymore. Aizawa has every right to talk to anybody, I barely even know him. It just pinched at my heart strings to see him talking so calmly to another woman. Why couldn't he be that open and generous to me? I broke off my stare, scared he would see me. As I passed briskly I felt his eyes on me, but I pushed it off and soon got to my classroom door.

I stood in front of the closed door for a few minutes. I closed my eyes and lifted my head to the ceiling. Sighing to myself I adjusted the skirt, as I had noticed it lifted just a smidge as I was striding down the hallways. He didn't even talk to me but he ruined my mood once again, I even said I wouldn't care but seeing that really hurt me. I have no idea why, all he's doing is talking to a teacher, but could it be his girlfriend? Thoughts showered my mind as I sighed again, why should I even care, it's not like I'm in love with him or anything. I don't even know him.

I pull my head back center with the glass of the window and turn the door knob. What I need is confidence, I'm in a school I've dreamed about teaching in and I'm upset because of a tired looking man? No, I won't allow him to make me feel dejected. I plastered a big smile on my face and opened the door, stepping into the glossy room. I could hear the loud chatter of excited students,

"I heard that one Pro Hero Elektra is gonna be the new teacher now." A boy with red spikey hair claimed.

"Really? No way, why would she ever wanna work here?" A girl with puffy, wavy pink hair asked.

"I heard she has big tits." A boy with purple balls that stayed as a substitute for hair and a grin plastered on his face said.

The girl with pink hair elbowed him, "Well I heard she was beautiful, I went by the staff room earlier and heard the teachers talking about her."