Chapter 26 | A Rule

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     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 easy? 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. Yeah, but what is really annoying is that every time he barely touches me I feel submissive. It took every part of my being to push him off just a minute ago. What did he even call me out here for anyway? He's so annoying 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. 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 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 spat.

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

"Asshole."

"You wanna say that louder?" Aizawa said putting a hand behind his ear and cupping it, mocking Bakugo.

"Haha, that's alright, get back to testing." I gave a nervous smile and quieted them down.

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

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

"Good, your 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 at that but that 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 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 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 in the corner of his eye.

"Yeah." He said opening a bottom drawer full of small pieces of paper, colors of red and pink.

I scoffed 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 was I feeling this way? 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 crazy.

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