𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 42 | Simple Cereal

Aizawa walked over until he was at the side of my bed, where I was facing. He had his hands in his pockets and stood waiting.

"What? What do you want? Here to kidnap me and starve me again?" I snarled.

"See how you were doing." He answered.

That ran through my body, I didn't expect that. His voice was low and it made me look up at him. He stared down at me with no expression, I was going crazy.

"Really?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes, is that so hard to believe?" He asked, his tone almost angry.

"Yeah, you're a dick." I answered and smiled.

He scoffed and tilted his head back to the side then turned back to me. "I can be nice."

"Not that I've seen." I say.

"Yeah? Well I don't like you enough then." He said and leaned against a table behind him.

I sat straight up in an instant and glared at him, "Why? What the fuck did I do to you? Second I got here you were hostile."

He didn't answer, he just scanned my face as it was upturned in anger. He stayed quiet for a bit then said,

"Your annoying, your voice is so nagging and it just aggravates me." I scoffed and turned away.

"Fuck you, asshole. Your just as irritating, get out." I pointed to the door. "Leave."

He stood up, "Are you sure?" He walked closer and I whipped my head to the side.

His hand was gripped on the bed frame as he towered over me, glaring down at my face. I sucked in an uneasy breath and tried to look away, but my brain wouldn't let me. I scanned him up and down as his eyes didn't leave my face. It felt so degrading as his eyes trailed all around me. My eyes were stuck on his scarf as it whipped out and wrapped around both of my wrists, pinning them above me on the pillow. I gasped as he got a little closer to my face. He parted his mouth and gave a small grin, my eyes never leaving his lips. He got even closer, inches from my face as I was quickly breathing, my chest heaving up and down. He turned to look down at my collar bone and took his finger trailing down to my chest. He trailed down to where my top button sat, softly pulled at it then took his hand back. My mouth parted unconsciously and my tongue slid out to wet my lips, they felt dry as sand. Aizawa's eyes darted up to them and he said,

"Tell me," he went on his voice so low it made my skin cold. "Tell me to leave again, and I'll leave."

He waited and I stayed quiet. Why am I not responding? Just tell him to fucking leave. The room was quiet as I gave ragged breaths constantly. Why am I hesitating? You don't want him to stay, do you? My inner self groaned and fought with me but my downstairs differed from every other part of my body saying no. He starved me in his apartment, but on the other hand what if he really did come here to check on me? Apologize or even feel bad for being such a dick these days? Didn't he just call me annoying? He came in here to check on me then called me annoying? I mean I did ask why he didn't like me but, seriously? Was I honestly that nagging?

Aizawa got closer and I closed my mouth, pursing my lips in disagreement. The lady down stairs was getting warmer and warmer, she was definitely into this but I was going wild with thoughts.

"I'm waiting." He said as he was so close his breath hit my lips and it sent shivers down every part of my body.

Why am I doing this to myself? Just tell him to leave. What would even happen if he stayed, why did he even give that option? I was curious but I need to snap out of this, even if I told him to stay we wouldn't do anything. He always pulls away, teasing me right when he gets close. This time barely feels any different. He does this just to leave me in pain, and I hate it. I fall for it every time, just say no, tell him to leave.

"Leave." A voice behind Aizawa said, I've heard it before.

Aizawa's scarf recoiled back to his neck as he whipped around. He scoffed and I turned to look as well. It was Midnight, why was Midnight here?

"You heard me, leave." She said again, flicking her wrist and her bracelets dangled around.

Aizawa scowled, walking over, pushing past her and strode out the door confidently. Asshole.

She smiled at me as she walked over, "Hi, sweetheart." I gaped at her, she sat at the edge of my bed and folded her hands.