𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 22 | Skirt

         My breath caught in my throat then left a lump, no this doesn't get to happen. I will have this class period to myself and it will be peaceful. I swallowed the lump and plastered a smile back on my face, ignoring the giggles and whispers from girls as they checked out Aizawa. I tried my best to take no direct notice to Aizawa as I stood up and went to the door.

"One moment." I put a finger up to the class, "Mina, Ida, you guys are in charge." They both nodded and my flats clapped against the ground as I walked past Aizawa grabbing the door knob with me.

I leaned my back to the door and crossed my arms staring at the wall in front of me. Aizawa was to my right leaning on his left shoulder, I could feel him looking at me and my blood started to boil. My feet crossed and I scowled,

"What?" I asked in an irritated tone.

He chuckled, "I see you've already warmed up to the class, yeah?" I kept staring at the wall, not breaking my contact with a black streak crossed on the paint. Do not look at Aizawa, or your angry defense will crumble.

"Yeah." I answered back, my fingers tightening around my forearm.

"Hey, what's the problem? Why're you so heated up?" He asked in a cocky tone, he already knew why I was irritated but he was pushing further.

I grunted, "Aizawa, what the fuck did you come to my class for, what do you want?" I was absolutely boiling, fingers not losing grip.

I was gripping onto my arms because I was angry and because deep down I honestly couldn't contain myself. There were voices deep in me, wishing he would take his scarf and-

"Came to check on you, see if you were freezing up. From pressure, you know?" He remarked. "This can be a lot for someone as little as you."

That made me blow out, I spun swiftly to him and made eye contact,

"Alright, jackass, what the fuck is your problem." I said that as a statement and as a question.

He smirked and put his hands up out of his pockets, as if to surrender.

"No motive, no problem, I'm calm." He answered back to me.

I growled from the back of my throat quietly and spat at him,

"Drop the shit, what do you want? Why have you been such a dick?" He raised and eyebrow, as if in amusement.

"Woah, calm down sweetheart." His hands were still up in surrender, I wanted to break them.

"No harm, no foul. I haven't done anything wrong, better yet I should be asking YOU, what you want, huh?" He said smugly, looking tired and moody as he lowered his hands.

I wanted to smack him in the face, hard. Harder than I did yesterday.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I scowled in his face.

"Hey, I wasn't the one who slapped me in the face and called me beautiful, great first impression by the way." He smiled and put his hands back in his pockets. His lips were pursed into an evil grin. He thinks he's won hasn't he? Fuck no, not happening.

"I wasn't the one that was a dick, my first day, right in front of Recovery Girl, you just love being a shitbag, huh?" I spat as I had put my face closer to his and pursed my top lip into an angry scowl.

He opened his mouth and bit down on his teeth making a click noise, as if to bite at me. I groaned and turned to the classroom door, turning the knob. Next thing I knew Aizawa's scarf was latched onto the door knob, pulling it shut and I was pinned to the door, my right cheek hitting the cold surface. His scarf had my right wrist high above my head, stuck against the door as well. All while Aizawa had my left arm pinned to my back with his rough hand. I was panting while my eyes were wide with shock. All thoughts out the window, reason gone and where we currently were; leaving my mind entirely. I think my heart might just stop. I didn't move, I couldn't. Aizawa's hand was cold, and I just noticed but his chest was pressed against my back. I tried not wriggle, as to not accidentally make any friction because I might just combust right here. That was really inappropriate to say but isn't this an inappropriate position to be in? I tried to push up against the door instead of him but it wasn't that easy, he was already doing both for me. I was shaking, it felt like my knees were numb. My stomach was dropping, over and over again. I tried to focus my eyes on the door frame, even though Aizawa was so close to my ear I could feel his breath on my neck.

He tightened his grip on my left arm and I whimpered, I wasn't hating this but I wasn't loving it either. There could be people in this hallway. He chuckled and I could feel his chest rumble on my back. It took the deepest depths of my control not to lean back into him. I closed my eyes and pursed my lips, trying my best to think about anything else than what's below his belt, because I could feel it. Against my lower back, just slightly. I wanted to squirm out of this but I also wanted to stay right here, it felt entirely too good and he was barely even doing anything. If I squirmed I also feared it would awaken unwanted guests between us. Damn it why is he doing this to me? Where is all coherent reason when I need it? I could hear his steady breaths on my neck and I was raggedly panting, I tried my best to quiet it down and calm myself. It obviously wasn't working because I gave a little noise almost sounding like a squeak.

"Shit." I breathed out and he laughed onto my neck, I could feel his smirk.