𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 31 | Knight In Shining Armor

It was a man, he was walking out of the bathroom barefoot. He had grey sweatpants on and my throat started to close up. I quickly darted my eyes up to only see a glimpse of the mans happy trail before he fully pulled a black shirt down over his head. I tried not to put my hands together thanking the lord for this heavenly experience. It was Aizawa, could he not see me? He wrung out his hair and with his teeth pulled at his hair tie, then tied it in a man bun. Lord have mercy, I don't belong here right now. Chain me to this bed or I might do something I regret.

"Help." I panted out and banged my head against the back board of the bed, lifting my head up to stare at the ceiling. Lord have fucking mercy, I swear it's like Niagara Falls. Wait, I was not supposed to be like this to my enemy, I don't like him, but damn if I can't admire a sexy man when I see one. My heart was pounding and I could feel it in my throat and in my-

"How are you feeling?" Aizawa asked. I could hear him walking over, the pitter patter of his feet getting closer. I said a little prayer for strength, because I sure didn't have it now.

I was still staring at the ceiling, I swung my hand out and held it out like a stop sign. "I'm feeling fine." I didn't need him to get close to me when he's looking like that. It was enough to just see him like that but up close? No. Grey sweatpants, black shirt and a man bun, I'm rubbing my thighs together as we speak, I'm shameless.

"Really?" The patting of his feet stopped when I put my hand out. "Not hungry?"

Why was he being like this, who the fuck even is this? It's surely not Aizawa, I looked back down and it was. Aizawa was a lot closer now, his hair was tied tight back and little hairs struck out here and there. Beads of water fell from his hair line and his jaw line. He had an almost tight black shirt on, and his grey sweatpants were a little soaked. My eyes started to trail down as I could see his shirt was lifted up not even a few inches.

"Hello? You hungry, or not?" He asked, sounding a little frustrated he had to repeat himself, and awaited my response. This jerk probably wasn't used to good hospitality, this must be a lot for him.

"Yes." I responded rather quickly and it even caught me off guard, as I was still staring where his shirt ended. I quickly darted my eyes around, pretending like I didn't just eye him. I wasn't even hungry, I don't know why I said that. Did he even notice where I was staring? He had to, I made it way too obvious. I'm such an idiot, I need to get a hold of myself. I absolutely have no attraction to him, but on the other hand he has a type of aura that I cant quite put my finger on. Dark, ominous, broody, sexy, lord help me I can't be in a room alone with this man, not after how much he's touched me already.

"Alright, what do you want?" He asked, and I could feel him staring.

"Before any of that, why am I here?" I asked scooting a bit more back and pulling up the blanket, realizing my nipples were hardening.

"Recovery Girl helped with most of your injuries, she said that you were good to go back to your apartment, but not without someone." He went on. "She kept you in the private infirmary for a while, but I decided to take you here."

I eyed him and he was expressionless, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Don't worry, I slept in my friends apartment." He put a hand up and tilted his head, staring. I bet these clothes belong to this freak.

Something pulled at my heart, it wasn't the fact that he didn't sleep in the bed with me. It was the fact that he said he was 'watching after me' but decided to, at night sleep in some other friends room. What if I had a stroke in my sleep or started dying? There's a nice couch right in front of us, actually it looked as comfy as this bed. He looked where I was looking and saw the couch.

"Decided not to." He said.

I nodded, "I'll have like a toaster strudel or something, anything easy."

He eyed me, "Sorry, I don't have unhealthy breakfast absents."

I groaned, "What do you have then?"

"Eggs." He answered walking to the kitchen.

"Fine, whatever." I answered and slumped back a bit. "Not that eggs are any healthier."

He glared, opening drawers and opening the fridge, grabbing stuff out. I looked back under the cover to the boxers again, what? We're they backwards? I puzzled and kept staring.

"Yeah, that was me." Aizawa said with his back turned, he must have seen me staring. "I changed your clothes for you."

My cheeks grew boiling hot and I covered my face with my hands, I feel violated. Why were the boxers backwards? First of all this bastard took it upon himself to put me in his apartment, and change my clothes, but then not even sleep in here? Also whose place was he sleeping at? Not that I care or anything.

"I wasn't looking as I changed you." He said, almost as if reading my mind.

"Pervert." I smiled at that, it made me feel better in some way.

I don't know who this Aizawa is, but wow. I was then reminded he was only treating me this way because I was injured. If he's been taking care of me could he have been the one to find me and help me from those girls? No, there's no way. He was the one talking to them both, I don't see why he would shoo them away or anything. He said I was with Recovery Girl maybe she helped me. Hopefully. What does it matter, I'm here now. For who knows why.

Aizawa scowled with a plate in his hands, he walked over holding it with one hand and set it on my lap.

They were almost entirely burnt, could I even eat this? A laugh escaped my mouth and I clapped a hand over it.

Aizawa lifted an eyebrow and said, "Fine, you won't eat it, I will." He reached out for the plate and I swatted his hand away, ignoring the electricity that zinged up my arm at the slight touch.

I actually was feeling a little hungry to be honest, "No, I'll eat it." I kept my face stone cold as I picked up the fork and started to eat. It had a crunch to it but it wasn't that bad.

"Alright, just give me the fucking plate." Aizawa said with a bit of annoyance.

"I loved that little crunch you gave it." I held back a laugh and decided to give it back to him, there was only a bit left. He walked over to the kitchen and threw it away. He strode over and stopped at the side of the bed. He looks really good in that shirt, I admired his muscles, almost drooling. This is the first time I've seen him out of his full body Pro-hero suit. His biceps were corded and quite bulky but not huge and monstrous. Veins spiraled down to both wrist's where on his left he had a black roped bracelet on, and his right he had two rings on his fingers. My mouth watered relentlessly and I wanted to whine in sexual frustration, now this was a MAN. Why do I always get unlucky with men, and now when I finally meet a real man he's an asshole.

"You think you're able to go back to your apartment now?" Aizawa asked, putting his hands in his pockets, I could almost hear some hopefulness in that sentence, asshole.

"Yeah." I answered and pulled the blanket off, I put my feet to the ground and stood up. I didn't want to be in this apartment of his anymore anyway, I feel very unwelcome. In an instant my knees buckled and I was headed for the floor.

"Shit sweetheart." Aizawa said as he caught me by my arm.