𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 52 | Hard Wall

Aizawa peered down at me as he held my wrist to his chest, his other hand on my forearm. I pushed him away from me, I could feel my cheeks grow hot. How does this guy always know where I am? I need to check for a tracker later or something.

"What the fuck, I was walking, did you not see me?" I asked irritated, he has to ruin every peaceful moment.

"I saw you, how could you not see me?" He asked, giving me the same energy. "I was standing right here."

"The fuck, were you just waiting there, this whole time?" I searched his face and it stayed plain, indifferent, but slightly amused. Which seems his usual expression now.

"No, I just got here, I came to train." He put his hands in his pockets not breaking eye contact. "What are you doing here?"

Does everything have to be a competition?

I groaned, and broke the stare, "I wanted to take a walk, with the legs I could finally use."

I could still feel him staring at me, fucking annoying.

"Well? Go train, you had your moment of disturbing my peace, now go. I still want to walk the rest of the way." I avoided making eye contact with him again.

It was really hard to keep up eye contact with Aizawa because I was scared he would use his quirk and because he was intimidating. Not that I necessarily need my quirk as of right now. I don't know what made him intimidating but it made him hot, I pushed back that stupid statement and clicked back in again.

"There's other things you can do," He said slowly, watching my face change, rather quickly. "using your legs."

I got red very easily, my erotic inner self made that very graphic in my head. He needs to finish what he's saying before I become a puddle of liquid, seriously.

"Other than walking, there is workout equipment in here, you can just use that." He said, I could see that he noticed my face get red, he looked like he was trying not to smirk. He probably said that shit just for this type of reaction out of me, asshole.

I looked away and stared at the equipment.

"Don't worry, I'll run you through it." He said, that was kind of nice of him. "Since you're clueless." Out the window goes the 'nice'.

I swiftly turned back, "I think I can figure it out myself." I spun around and stomped to the training equipment. "Dick."

I wanted to punch him and myself, why is my mind so corrupted with these inappropriate thoughts, he's literally my partner teacher. No, he started it first. He came onto me, it's his fault I'm this way. Why is he even fucking here? Training? He has equipment in his apartment. Well, not most of the stuff that is here, but he still has something.

I reached the equipment and my face puzzled a bit but I quickly changed it as I could hear Aizawa walking up. I sat on some type of chair that was attached to a metal bar. There was a handle to pull and the seat moved backwards then forwards, I knew how to use this one. Although, the other equipment looked like foreign objects, so I just tried to ignore them.

I pretended to ignore Aizawa as he went to where a black duffel bag sat. He came prepared, maybe he really was here to train. I'm getting too self-centered here, there's no way he could have known I was in here anyway. He pulled out a simple water bottle and set it on the bench beside him. I watched from the corner of my eye as he set the duffel bag on the bench too. He reached in and searched around, bringing out a medium sized black cloth. He held it up and it unfolded into a tank top.

Shut the hell up, shut the fuck up, seriously. Not now, please shut up.

My horny self was taking over as I started to go slower on the equipment. Aizawa wasn't too far away but since I was half way-side eyeing him he was far enough so that he wouldn't be able to see it. I'm going to finally get what I had wished for, a compression shirt, and even better I get to see his entire arms. I could honestly cry right now.

I groaned and shifted in the equipment uncomfortably. No, this can't be happening, Niagara Falls and all he did was take out a tank top.

He set the tank top down and softly pulled off his scarf, shoving it in his bag. He then took his hands, crossing them at the lower hem of his shirt, and started pulling it up. He has to be doing this on purpose, torturing me, showing me what I can't have.

I gave a low hiss, this can't be happening. He was right in my view, the sun was literally shining on him. Was this some type of fucking k-drama? Doesn't matter, if I don't look away right now I'll see something that's going to make me rethink everything. He's a pro hero, he's going to be fucking ripped, but if I see butter roll abs or a happy trail I know that'll be my final straw. That's why I have to look away, I don't want to do this to myself.