𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 33 | Help

For a moment he just stared down at me, his eyes darkening, and all of a sudden I wished both of our clothes disappeared. He opened the door all the way and bent down to swiftly pick me up. I gasped as he hauled me quickly to his chest. The air felt like it was knocked out of me. I tried to catch my breath quickly but I could feel the warmth radiating from Aizawa's chest and I started to breathe through my nose. If I breathed through my mouth it would have sounded like loud panting. My heart was pounding through my chest and throat, I felt like I was suffocating. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I could feel his hardened stomach on the side of my thigh, I wanted to wiggle and see how many abs I could count but that would be too obvious. I'm gonna have to deal with this horniness later, if I even can, considering my lower half is useless right now.

He set me on the couch and walked about. In a way I was angry with him, he was being helpful but he seemed aggressive at times. Him helping me with this coma thing didn't give him any extra points or anything, I hope he knows that. Not saying he was trying to get on my good side or anything. He was the one chatting it away with those females in the teachers lounge. I honestly don't really care if he's helping me, I just need to wait it out until my legs can be useful again, then leave. He was helpful but that doesn't change how annoying he has been the past day or two or whatever. Why did he even want to help me anyway, some other teacher could have helped me just as fine. I bet Reovery Girl made him do it, to force him to make up with me. I sighed as I looked around.

Aizawa was looking around the couch and in the cushions for something. He grabbed out a slim black rectangle and threw it in my lap.

"Here, watch the Kardashians, or some shit." He turned around and walk over to where his katanas were.

Wow, wasn't that sweet of him. I don't watch The Kardashians, fucking hole. Sexist dickhead. He stepped onto the mats and grabbed some type of cloth hanging on the wall, tying it around his palms. He turned around to see me watching and closed the curtains on all sides of the mats. I rolled my eyes, these curtains weren't as see through as the others. I could barely see movement, but with every hit of wind the edges would lift up and move to the side a bit. Making Aizawa only a tad bit visible for a second. Stop staring damn it.

I sucked in a breath through my teeth and turned to the tv, clicking it on. I searched through everything he had, most of it was how to videos and what not. Like stuff with katanas, masters stuff, and whatever bdsm is? Don't know, I yelled to Aizawa,

"You don't have Netflix?" I awaited his response but heard nothing, just low grunts. "Also what is BDSM?" I heard a frustrated groan and the curtains whipped open.

Aizawa was sweating head to toe, I could see beads falling from his forehead to his chin, his hair was matted to his forehead also. Give me strength, this man will be the death of me. I gave a small teeth hiss and he stomped over to me.

"Give me that." He snatched the remote and clicked a button, turning it to regular tv. "There. You know how to change channels or do I need to teach you how to do that too?"

I scowled at him and turned to the tv. He walked away and pulled the curtains close. The couch was kind of nice, it was a little rough, which hurt my bare legs but the pillows were soft. I wouldn't want to sleep on it either. I situated myself on a pillow and tried my best to pull one numb leg over the other. With my legs crossed I turned the tv to some random movie channel and watched. Grunts and punches could be heard, the little corner where the mats and stuff were was pretty far away. That didn't fix the fact that he was very loud. Meaning that I had to listen to the most excruciatingly sexy noises when I couldn't even touch myself. Well I guess I probably could but not without Aizawa seeing. I turned up the volume on the tv, I couldn't hear the grunts anymore but I could still hear the punching.

"Holy shit, can you SHUT THE FUCK UP?" I groaned and yelled at the top of my lungs in Aizawa's direction.

The punching came to an abrupt stop, I startled and watched as I couldn't hear anything. The curtain lifted open swiftly and Aizawa threw the cloth that was tied around his palms behind him. He stomped, striding over to me. I gasped as he took his right hand and grabbed my jawline, digging his fingers in my cheeks.

"You're in MY apartment, it was MY choice to bring you here and take care of you." He went on as anger spiked in his eyes, and he pulled my face closer. "I've been the one slaving away, you don't get to tell ME what to do. You're here, and you will listen to ME, and my rules."

I was panting, I parted my lips to lick my mouth and Aizawa's eyes darted to watch. He licked his own subconsciously , and I almost closed the gap between us just to finally do ourselves a favor and end this tease fest.

"This stupid fucking mouth better not say another word." With that he pushed my face away and turned around, walking back to the mats.