𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 48 | Friends

I hesitated, I literally had no one on my phone. Except for the few friends I had from highschool but I don't talk to any of them anymore. I don't even have any family members on my phone, this isn't a new phone either.

"Nobody." I answered and gave a nervous laugh.

Recovery Girl didn't answer for a bit, "I can give you my number, sweetheart. You'll need it more than likely anyway."

I tried to hide it but that made me extremely happy, a smile crawled onto my face.

"Here, let me put my number in your phone, real quick." She looked up and smiled.

"Oh, duh." I said and turned around grabbing out my phone, from a pocket in my bag. "Here."

I handed the phone to her and she went straight to typing. It actually took a while so I started to get nervous, but then I realized this is probably her first time with a phone like mine. It's not an entirely newer model, but it isn't from the 1990's. She went on typing for a couple minutes then finally looked up and smiled, holding out the phone to me. I softly grabbed it from her,

"Thank you."

She nodded, "Your welcome dear, I put mine and Aizawa's number in there. You're probably gonna need him just as much as me, he's a teacher with you. All Might's number can be found in your information pamphlet." I gasped at my phone.

Two contacts had been added, names, "Aizawa" and "Chiyo Shuzenji" I just sat staring at my phone. Of all people I would never want Aizawa on my phone, but I can't just delete him. I'll just give a simple hi. I'm bored anyway, what's the use in just sitting here?

I pressed his contact and my fingers started tapping on the screen. "Hey, guess who it is." Simple, he has to know it's me, it's so obvious.

I waited for a few minutes and my phone dinged, I quickly looked at it, "I told you to leave me alone, I thought I already blocked you on messages."

What? What the fuck does that mean? Well, maybe he doesn't know it's me.

"It's me, dick." That would snap it to him. "Recovery Girl gave me your contact."

"Ah, I thought you were Midnight, that nagging chick."

Wow, he really doesn't like her does he? He seems a little different than in real life, while texting.

"Ah, I see, you asked Recovery Girl for my contact. You must be obsessed with me."

Well he obviously knew it was me now, asshole.

"No. She put it in my phone herself, don't be a dick."

He's annoying, I change my mind about the being different on text thing.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say, sweetheart."

If I hear the pet name one more time.

"I'm debating on blocking you."

"Aw, already?"

"You really like being annoying?"

"Just like you."

How do you slap someone through a phone?

"Asshole."

"Irritating cat."

Cat, what? The fuck does that mean?

"Shut the hell up, wyd?" Had to pretend I didnt care.

"Making a sandwich."

"Wow, sounds like a blast."

"It is, especially since I can walk around."

Mother-

"Fuck you, at least I know how to make eggs."

"I can fucking make eggs."

"No. You can't. You almost killed me when you made them for me."

"Yeah, but almost, you're not dead are you?"

He was like a little boy, with his stupid remarks.

"No, but what matters is that you poisoned me."

"I didn't see you throwing up."

"I threw up in my mouth."

"Gross."

"Your eggs were gross."

"Can you shut the hell up about that."

"No."

"Are you always a brat?"

"I'm not a brat."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"You're definitely a brat."

"You definitely make terrible food, I hope that you starve me once again. That was a very fun experience, thank you."

"Say one more bratty thing and I'm deleting your contact."

He won't, that's stupid. Also, what do I care if he does? Well, in a way this is funny. I'm finally teasing him about something. Not like he does, he likes to physically tease but whatever.

"One more bratty thing."

That was childish, why did I say that? It wasn't even funny.

"User cannot be reached." I read the bottom of the screen.

He actually blocked me? Whatever, that was a fun escape while it lasted. I'm bored again.

I pondered what just happened, reading through our texts. It's a lot easier talking on text, probably because he can't touch me, but still. He seemed a bit more chill on text, but that's probably because I'm not being intimidating by his tall structure towering over me. I'm not saying it was an entirely nice experience because he managed to call me a brat but it was fun. I just hope I don't face him anytime soon though, that was kind of embarrassing.