𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 37 | Great Taste

  I couldn't look him straight in the eye, I didn't even turn my head. My body was pulsating, I think one of my kinks were trying to rip at my surface. Shota Aizawa, had taste? Good taste, the best taste honestly. Rob Zombie, holy shit I think I just busted. If he has good taste in music I think I might actually combust.

"Yeah, sounds fine." I said simply, keeping my face stone cold. I could feel my ears grow red but I tried my best to tame them.

I was going wild and I'm so thankful he's on the other side of the couch. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I turned to the left to suck in as much air as I could without being loud. I looked back to the tv, and as calm as I could leaned my elbow on the arm rest, resting my chin on my palm. Aizawa clicked through Rob Zombie movies and I made the quietest whine when he whipped past House Of 1000 Corpses. I don't know if he heard me but he went back up and clicked on it.

"What about this?" He asked.

"Sure, I don't care." I answered.

He stood up and went around shutting off the lights. He sat back down putting the fruit bowl in his lap. Right before he pressed play my stomach growled at the loudest volume. My face went red as I pretended I didn't hear it. Aizawa with one hand held the bowl out to me. I calmly took one piece and he snatched the bowl back before I could grab another. That wasn't going to satisfy my growling stomach, prick. I chewed at the fruit, it was only an apple but it tasted way too good. Like it was a little more sour and sweet, a lot better than the poison eggs earlier. I wanted another but I wasn't going to lean over and take one.

He pressed play and the movie started, I tried to comfy myself but the couch couldn't provide. I turned to Aizawa and put out my hand tapping his shoulder,

"Do you have a blanket?" I asked, he didn't answer.

He grabbed a knitted one of the floor and threw it at me, not breaking his stare with the tv. I peeled the blanket off my face and tucked it under my sides, tight so I couldn't move. I think what was making the couch more uncomfortable was that I was wearing a skirt, with nothing under it.

I tried my best to focus on the movie but I looked to my left and Aizawa had finished the bowl. He gave me one piece and that was it, he was literally starving me and he didn't care. He had an arm draped over the back of the couch arm, with the other he repositioned his pants. I tried to move my head the slowest as I could so he couldn't see that I had just been staring at him. My ears and face went hot and my head was faced straight to the tv. I guess Aizawa hadn't noticed. I tried my best to be quiet as I slowly sucked in the calmest breath I could.

Hands, I have a thing for hands too. He wasn't wearing any rings, but his hands were strong and they weren't mad veiny. They were nice and medium, they were pretty big in a sense but compared to standards they were bigger than average. What made up for him not having rings was a small tattoo on his inner wrist. It was a short word in Japanese, I'm not very good with other languages but I think it said, bound or bind, or some shit. I didn't get a good look at it.

Aizawa would chuckle here and then at parts of the movie, but I couldn't even focus on half of the movie. I was in thought, daydreaming 24/7. I don't know what spell he put me under but I feel like everything he does it attractive, all he did was reposition like 50 minutes ago and I went crazy. I need to just calm down and focus on the movie, but at the same time what would it matter. The movies almost done anyway and I wasn't even paying attention. I feel bad but it's not like I haven't seen it 100 times.

The credits rolled and Aizawa sighed, "That good enough for you or are you still bored?"

The screen had barely lit his face and I could only see half his face as he was turned to me.

"I mean I watched it a hundred times, but it was still cool. I'm really hungry though." I gave a small silent yawn, covering my mouth with my hand.

Aizawa stood up.

"Yes?" I answered.

He walked behind the couch and stood directly behind me. He pulled my hair back and I leaned my head on the back of the couch. The credits barely showed light to his face. I couldn't see his facial expression, but he quickly dipped down.