𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 45 | Scary Ghost

"What the hell?" I pushed my covers down and slammed my hands on my lap. "You asshole, was that you the entire time?"

Aizawa had been making those noises? Was he really trying to get on my last nerve that badly?

"Was what?" He asked tilting his head, "I just got here. The thumping, is that what you're talking about?"

I nodded.

"Repair guy, he's fixing a sign right outside the infirmary." He gave a small mocking grin. "What, were you scared, did you think there was a ghost?"

"Dick, no, I actually thought that there was a repair man. I'm not stupid." I infact did not think there was a repair man.

"Really? You seemed a bit scared to see me pop in the doorway, asking me if I made the noises." He smirked a little and put his hands in his pockets. Does this jerk not have anything else to do?

Aggravating prick, I really want to punch him in the face right now.

"What are you even doing here, especially this late at night. Creep." I said and put my hands on my forearms, shivering.

"I came here for Recovery Girl, sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart." He grinned back.

"She's not here. I don't know where she is so don't ask." I looked away from him and to the wall.

There was silence for a bit so I turned my head back to Aizawa.

"Well? I told you shes not here, you can leave now." I said and put my hand out to shoo him away. "Go."

He smiled and said, "Midnight saved you earlier, but what do you think would have happened if you didn't tell me to leave? What did you want to happen?"

My mouth gaped open a bit, how could he just plain out bluntly say that. Ask that even? His arrogance is screaming in my face, that was the most asinine thing I've heard, fucking dick.

"Nothing, thankfully, just like every time, and I didn't want anything to happen." I spat out keeping my face as cold as I could. If my body language isn't already a telling sign of what he does to me, I don't need to physically tell him.

"Really?" He asked arrogantly and started to slowly walk over as his arms crossed. "You never told me to leave, Midnight did." His lean frame made my mouth water and I only wish his black shirt compressed to his abdomen.

I scooted back a bit, this wasn't going to happen again.

"Yes I did, remember?" I said a little nervous.

"I asked you to say it again, you didn't."

I gulped down a lump in my throat and watched as he reached the right side of my bed. He's right, but I'm not going to tell him that, I refuse to let him win.

"I'm disabled." I randomly said.

Aizawa's face puzzled and he let out a laugh.

"What I mean is, leave or I'll grab my limp leg and whap you in the face." I said, mimicking grabbing my leg and whipping it around.

He kept his arms crossed, leaning down a bit. "I'm petrified." He didn't move, and only said. "You know the drill, tell me again, tell me to leave."

Not this again. Just say it, dumbass. It's so easy.

He started to get closer and my breath hitched in my throat, clearing all my thoughts. I closed my eyes and put my hand up right where his face was, as if to block him from stepping any closer. He grabbed that hand by the wrist and yanked it a smidge. I quickly opened my eyes to see him smirking against the back of my hand, staring me in the eyes. It sent shivers through my spine and the lady downstairs. Shit, don't let him get to you, come on you're better than this. I snatched my hand back and held it by the wrist, as if he burned me or something.

"Just say it, fucking say it, and I'm gone." He said suggestive, as his voice got lower and I could feel that with every bone in my body. If I'm not crazy I'd say he wants me just as much as I want him, I'm only proving what he already knows. Does he want me as bad as I want him? I want him? No, I'm not admitting that to myself.

He might as well had been undressing me directly because that felt so physical it was crazy. It almost seemed like he was begging me to say it, but was he egging me on or testing me? This was so frustrating, but what would happen if I didn't tell him to leave? Shut up, don't let him get to you, you'll just end up angry and teased. Female blue balls is my only friend these days and I'm sick of her.

He got closer and closer, grabbing me by my chin I grabbed his shoulder as he dove in a bit, catching him by surprise. My eye contact didn't leave his lips,

"Get the fuck out, Aizawa."