𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 26 | A Rule

    Hes lucky I'm still taking up an air of civility and kindness with him, by calling him a jerk I mean. He's honestly making fun of me for calling him a jerk? Really? He's already questioned how and why I'm here, I think it's time to drop a little civility, I give what I receive. He's asking for it.

"Asshole." I spat at him, and spun on my heel back towards the classroom.

All of a sudden, what I thought was a quick escape to the classroom, turned into Aizawa grabbing me by my waist and spinning me back to him.

"You're driving me crazy." He says, staring down at me with a frustrated and almost pained look on his face, which he schools back to a normal state just as quick.

I stare up at him, only glancing at the bottom half of his face. I feel his stare boring into me. Against my better judgement, I stand and really admire him. A stubble is prominent, cleanly shaven, but it's been a few days. His lips are thin and they stay in a straight line. His chin and nose come to straight and thin points. He sure is a sight to see for such an asshole.

His grip is still on my waist which I realize again but in an instant he pushes me aside and heads back into the classroom. Now I'm pissed I didn't push him off first.

I stood in shock. I drove him crazy? What does that mean? Am I really that annoying? No, he doesn't get to say that, he's the hypocrite. Does he really think I'm THAT evil? That I have an angle? He's driving ME mad. What does he even want from me anyway, he needs to keep his hands to himself and keep it professional. What is really annoying is that every time he barely touches me I instantly become a nervous mess, not even of my own volition. He's so infuriating but there's honestly something about him that I can't quite point out.

I walked back into the classroom, closing the door, to see Aizawa slumping in his chair on his phone. I sat back in my chair and nudged him angrily. He ignored me and stayed on his phone. I'm not usually a nosy person but I glanced over and he was texting, "sweetheart" my heart sunk to my stomach. I turned my head to my lap and fiddled my fingers. What he does is none of my business, but who is "sweetheart"? He's had a girlfriend this whole time? What a dick. I would never be touching someone like that if I had a significant other, what a man whore. I kept my anger in and waited for tests to be done.

"Done." Bakugo said loudly.

Aizawa swung his head up to meet Bakugo, "Then turn it in." he said tiredly.

Bakugo growled and stood up smacking the test in front of Aizawa. Bakugo then walked back to his desk and mumbled under his breath.

"Asshole."

"You wanna repeat that?" Aizawa said putting a hand behind his ear and cupping it, mocking Bakugo. "Go ahead and share it with the class."

"Haha, that's alright, get back to your seat." I gave a nervous smile and quieted them down. These two are going to be a problem.

Bakugo grunted and Aizawa went to being on his phone again. I frowned and looked around in my desk, opening drawers. I soon got bored and sat back in my seat, twiddling my thumbs.

The tests were completed and Aizawa was finally off his phone.

"Good, you're all done. There will be a test tomorrow but not on paper, we will be heading out to the field in this class." Aizawa said standing up.

The students murmured in excitement to each other.  I was also a bit excited, I would be able to teach with a renowned Pro Hero in the field. He was an ass, but it didn't mean he wasn't a good hero. At least that I've seen.

The bell ring and Aizawa raised his hand shooing kids. "Class dismissed."

The teenagers got their stuff together and ran out of the classroom. One of the girls stayed back, staring at something in her hand, it was a folded piece of paper. She looked up to see Aizawa sitting down on his phone, she blushed.

Oh, I gave a small chuckle and watched as she shuffled up to Aizawa's desk and waited in front.

"Uh-" The girl started and Aizawa looked up. She blushed profusely, and swiftly bowed her head, shoving the note out to him with both hands.

Aizawa gave a small, amused smile and listened as she went on, "I- um, please accept this!" Her ears were as red as roses as she kept her head bowed.

Aizawa leaned forward and plucked the note from her hands, setting it in front of him. He smiled. "Thank you."

The girl jumped and quickly left the room. Aizawa sat back in his seat as he grinned reading the note.

"I see you have an admirer, cute." I said to him, he lifted an eye brow and gave a glance at me through the corner of his eye.

"Hm." He said opening a bottom drawer full of small pieces of paper, colors of red and pink. I scoffed and he said, "Jealous?" he tilted his head to me, staring with hooded, sleepy eyes.

I rolled my eyes as he closed the drawer and went back on his phone. Why am I still sitting here? I need to get going. I stood up and patted my skirt down. My thong was riding up my ass but there was nothing I could do about that. I could see Aizawa secretly peering at me in the corner of his eye, watching as I pulled my skirt this way and that. I could feel my ears grow hot but I pushed it away as I buttoned my shirt on the top and picked up my bag. I turned around and headed for the open door.

In an instant the door was slammed shut and my back was to it. Aizawa had a hand on the door above me, as he towered overhead. Shit. Why does this keep happening to me? I was in agony as my hands were flat on the door behind me at my sides. I panted and watched as his expression changed, he looked hungry. Rather, starving, it made me conflicted. I guess we were similar in that aspect.