𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 27 | Earring

"I think you're missing something." He stated.

I shook my head, "What?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out an earring, dangling the gold in my face.

"Hey, that's mine. Where did you find that?" I asked as I lifted my hand to take it.

"Ah." He said as he swiftly swung his hand out of my reach. "Mine."

What. That was MY earring, what is he even saying. "No, it's not. It's mine, now give it back, psycho."

I swung my hand out to snatch it but he swung his hand back too. This caused me to fall forward,  being wobbly on my unforgiving jelly legs of course. I fell into him and he peered down at me. This was the closest we had ever been to each other, and my heart immediately started racing. This was also the first time we have been this close where I don't have the luxury of leaning on something to hold me up, unless you include Aizawa. Both of my hands were situated on his chest just below his collar bone. A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth as the earring was still held up high.

"Ugh." I pushed off from him and my back hit the door again. He stood stiff and watched as I tried to steady my breaths. This bastard was enjoying this wasn't he, he loves seeing me get flustered, all hot and bothered. He never stops staring does he?

"Can you just," I asked reaching out for it again, slower this time. "give it back?" I didn't want to tell him it was my only nice pair of earrings, that's showing weakness, and he would not care.

He brought his hand closer to mine and it looked like he was about to drop the earring in my hand. I held my hand out flat and lifted it to the earring, he dropped it but just like that he snatched it from the air with his scarf. The earring was then dropped into his pocket and the scarf slipped back to his neck.

"It's mine." He leaned into my face and smiled, tilting his head.

I groaned angrily, "That's expensive, and it is NOT yours. So, give it back." I pointed to my palm and watched as his slightly bloodshot eyes darted to my hand.

He looked back and met my eyes. "Well? I'm waiting, give it back." I wiggled my finger to my palm. This was the first time I met his eyes, and I have no doubt it's because I'm having this sudden burst of confidence. Can eyes be sexy? Is that a thing? Because his are far more than sexy, they make me feel as though his eyes are speaking far dirtier things than he ever could. His eyes are beckoning and hooded in a lazy seduction that I just want to wrap my arms around his neck and-

He took his hand and closed my hand shoving it back to my chest, "No." his hand was warm, but it was still a fight not to shiver.

"No? The fuck you mean, no?" I asked and I shoved him. "Give it back." If he can lose professionalism and put hands on me, then I can do the exact same.

He hummed and stood back looking me up and down, his eyes trailing up my legs and stopping at my chest. I sucked in an uneasy breath and watched as he opened his mouth,

"Looks really expensive, almost TOO expensive." He met my eyes again and lifted an eyebrow as my face grew hot.

Yeah, okay I basically stole it but how could he read right through me like that? Could he sense that it wasn't really mine? That was an insult wasn't it? He just indirectly called me poor, yeah he's not getting away with that.

"Fuck you." I physically spat in his face.

His head jerked as my saliva hit his cheek. He turned back to me with an angry look on his face.

"Spoiled little brats like you don't always get what they want." He stated and hauled me away from the door, then twisted the knob and stepped out. I turned around with embarrassment.

He tilted his head to the side so I could watch his mouth and said,

"If you want it back so bad," I was boiling red hot with anger. "you have to earn it." With that he turned and strode down the hallway, to who knows where, with my earring.

I stood in shock as my cheeks slowly started to get less red. I angrily pulled my other earring out and shoved it in my bag, then I stomped out of the room on my way to Recovery Girl.

Who does that asshole think he is? Stealing MY earring? Well basically my earring, but that's not the point. Where did he even find it anyway, but a better question is how did it even fall out? I wanted to scream in his face and bruise his eye but I'm a Pro Hero, I can keep my hands to myself. Probably. Also, spoiled little brat? I am not spoiled, is it so wrong to want MY earring back? Asshole.

I reached the infirmary and knocked.

"Coming!" A muffled sweet voice answered.

She opened the door and gave a great big smile. "Oh, it's just you dear." She said and stepped aside to let me in. "Come in, come in." She pointed to a desk where a seat sat on each side.

She sat behind the desk and I sat in front.

"Now what brings you here, at the end of the day?" She asked with all ears.

"Aizawa." I tried my best not to grate my teeth at the thought of him and I watched as Recovery girl grinned.

"Girl trouble? Charming isn't he, that devil." She said dreamily.

I sighed, "He's been a big problem lately, giving me a lot of trouble." I put my hands to my face.

"Really? I wouldn't put it past him but he isn't being disrespectful to the newest addition to teachers, is he?" I took my hands off my face as she searched my eyes.

"He's being quite rude. He won't cut me any slack, I can deal with it myself but I just wanted to hear your advice. You know him better than me." I told her with a shy smile.

She chuckled, "Well I do don't I? I suppose I could give you some advice." She pushed aside some papers and folded her hands.