𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 34 | Stop Talking

    I gasped and watched as he closed the curtains with anger. I faced back forward and put a hand on my chest, heaving up and down with uneasy breaths. I felt like I was gasping for air, I can't even tell if I'm more angry or turned on. It doesn't matter I still don't like him. I put my hand on my jaw and rubbed at it, he was squeezing my face. It didn't essentially hurt, but it didn't feel like a massage. I was pulsating throughout my body, and I started to feel uncomfortable just sitting on the couch doing nothing. I felt like everywhere was twitching, it was extremely uncomfortable, but I was with Aizawa and my legs don't work. There was nothing I could do about it.

I sat in agony for an hour or so until Aizawa was finally done with whatever training he was doing. He opened the curtain sweatier than before and I groaned leaning my neck on the back of the couch. I looked at the ceiling to stop staring at Aizawa.

"What day is it?" I asked Aizawa.

He walked over and towered on top of me, blocking out the light. I closed my eyes because I could not contain myself.

"Friday." He let out easily.

"Why aren't you at work, isn't it the morning?" I kept my eyes squeezed shut, listening to his voice.

In a way his voice was very soothing, It was running through every part of my surfaced skin, how could someone have such a suggestive and attractive voice? This is so frustrating.

"I took the rest of the week off, I had to take care of some sick mutt." He grunted out and I could hear him walk away.

I scoffed and opened my eyes turning back to the TV. In a way I felt like we were both acting different, like aggressive, but calm. I don't know, it just seemed less annoying then the other times, but I knew it wouldn't last. His apartment was kind of cozy, it gave me a type of calmness, to be able to easily talk to him.

He gave rules for me to follow but he wasn't even following them himself. Talk to him only like a teacher? You first, douchebag. I'm not a mutt, either, that's stupid. He probably talked to other teachers like this, but what had me wonder was why he was talking to those females. If anyone THEY seemed like the mutts. I don't like how he speaks to me, I didn't come to this school for him to 'bully' me per-say. I came here to teach students, I don't need to be under the influence of some bipolar, musty teacher. Maybe if I just act like I don't care, and I smoothly talk, he'll start to loosen up. Treat me like he treats the other teachers that I've seen here, I don't know I hope so. At least that's what I've been aiming for since I woke up, he made it a bit hard considering..

Anyways, you can feel whatever on the inside even if you don't like it but I refuse to give in on the outside. I have no idea why I keep letting him touch and handle me like that. I feel like I'm under some type or trance or spell, like I crave his touch and when I'm under it I don't want to leave. Or can't. Was that part of his quirk or something? Well, whatever, his only quirk is to stop powers, I need to stop being so submissive under him. Refraining can be easy if I just focus, probably. I don't know, everything's been so difficult since I've met him, he's so divergent from other adults and men I've met. He's very upfront and aggressive, I don't know, I think I like it? No, no I don't like it. Who cares about him and his different ways? Not me, not me.

I snapped back to reality, still mad about the 'mutt' reference but I pushed it off best I could. I looked to see Aizawa in the fridge scanning the shelves. His shirt was stuck to his back, drenched because of sweat. His muscles shone through and flexed when he leaned to grab something on one of the shelves. I tried my hardest to ignore it but he pulled out a bottle of water and I gulped down air. He flicked the cap off and flipped his head up gulping down the liquid. Trails fell from the cap down to his neck and hit his shirt. He was almost shining, his whole body had a glisten to it. He honestly had a good body structure, he had broad shoulders, he was tall and his jawline was, very built. In a way I could see why girls swooned over him, but personalities matter more to me. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he loudly gulped. He squeezed the rest of the fluid out and gave a subtle hiss with satisfaction. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then threw the bottle away. He turned his gaze to me and I quickly turned back to the tv, shit.

She was practically begging down there, she had a whole heart beat.

"Can you shut the fuck up?" I whispered looking down at my lap.

She was going feral for that show I just watched a second ago, I couldn't even tell if I was breathing okay. I need to stop feeling this way.

"I'm going to shower, don't move." He laughed mischievously and I heard him walk to the bathroom.

"Where the fuck would I go?" I groaned and hit my leg again.