𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 50 | Literal Legs

I scoffed a little, "Then go talk to her." I pointed over where she was, talking to a student still.

"I don't know if you're blind, but she's talking to someone right now." He said, he sounded a bit annoyed.

He was annoyed? He literally is the most annoying person I've met, he doesn't get to be annoyed.

"Then go sit and wait, I don't have the energy to entertain you right now, I'm sore." I groaned and pointed to some chairs on a wall.

He didn't even glance at them, he smirked and looked me up, then down. I glared at him, angry.

"Sore? From what?" He asked, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"I slept weird, creepy fuck." I spat at him.

He chuckled a bit and then went back to silently watching me as I worked on my shoulders, rolling them back then forward. It felt like every part of my body was sore, it didn't hurt. It was more like a type of, you slept on the wrong side hurt.

"Go, sit and wait." I said again and pointed to the chairs.

Again he didn't even glance, he was not taking his eyes off where my collar bone was. Shit this is making me wild, two types of wild. Wild enough to punch him and wild enough to, whatever shut up.

I snapped my fingers in his face and he made eye contact. "Sit." I angrily pointed.

"No." He said. "That's boring."

"Why are you so incredibly annoying?" I groaned and put my hands on my face.

I slid them down as I saw he was scanning me up and down again.

"That's it." I stood up and pushed him, hard.

He barely moved but his lower back just a smidge hit the back of Recovery Girls desk. He looked down at me his eyes darting down to my lower half and he raised an eye brow meeting my eyes again.

"Fuck off, go." I pointed to the chairs.

"Wanna walk me there?" He asked, and laughed.

His jokes about my legs weren't funny, he needs to get over himself.

"It's right there, you can walk yourself." I said angrily, grinding my teeth. "Your jokes about my legs are annoying, so quit."

"Don't worry, I won't be making anymore." He gave a small grin but it started to creep larger on his face as his gaze fell to my legs again.

"Can you stop looking at my fucking legs." I groaned. "Are you actually done making jokes about them, because that would be great."

I pointed to them not looking down and he nodded slowly, watching where my finger pointed.

"Holy shit, can you just leave me alone." I wanted to yell so loud it would burst his ear drums, but there were other people in the class room.

I took a step forward to push him again but I gasped loudly.

Took a step? What. I took a step. I stepped forward.

I swiftly looked down to my legs and started backing up. My eyes were wide and my lower back hit the bed. I lifted up my leg and I could feel my finger tips on my knee.

"Jokes were fun while they lasted." Aizawa said and he turned to walk over to Recovery Girl, the student had left.

I paid no mind to him as I pushed around my leg and poked it. I thought it was supposed to come back Monday? Whatever, this is awesome. If I spend another second bored I might explode.

I kept poking and prodding all parts of both my legs, I was excited. I smacked them around and I could fully feel it. I wanted to cry but that would be stupid, I was just happy to have them back. This meant I could go back to my apartment, and not have Aizawa come in here late at night to annoy me. It's not like I keep my door unlocked, but that double door? I'll have to remember to lock that. I'm not saying he's a full on creep or a stalker, I'm just being cautious.

It was weird being in Aizawa's apartment. It felt like a prison but it was so pretty. It was also interesting too, he had a small place to train and the ambiance was heart striking. He starved me though, I wonder if he meant to? It doesn't matter, he basically left me to die. The nicest thing he did was help me in the bathroom. No, no dirty thoughts, come on now, you just got your legs back, focus on that. Yeah, I just got my legs back.

I sat on the bed and lifted my legs up flailing them around in the air, to see if I could fully feel them, once again. I knew I looked stupid so I stopped instantly. Though, to no avail, I heard Aizawa give out choked chuckles like he was trying to hold in a laugh. I swiftly turned to him and glared, he instantly looked away, back to Recovery Girl.

I stood up and stomped over.