𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 54 | Innapropriate Attire

Fuck, I scanned over every piece of my clothes. The skirt was fine, it was black, you wouldn't be able to see anything, I just wasn't wearing shorts. The shirt, was a no. Holy shit it might as well not even be there. The top button and the one under it was undone, stupid. I had barely done anything and I felt disgusting, I was drenched in sweat. The shirt was so thin it looked like those k-dramas where it rains and everything all of a sudden becomes see through. I'm glad I at least had a bra, it was a type of basil or emerald green. It was, sadly, very noticeable and hard to pass over. I could feel the sweat on my back too, this was very stressful. Does everything have to go wrong for me? Am I a bad person? This is absolutely punishment.

It's not like I knew I was going to be fucking working out today. How did I forget I was wearing a thin white shirt? I groaned and tried pulling the shirt from my skin but I let go and it slowly stuck back. Great, I bet I smell just like roses. I smelled myself and it honestly wasn't as bad as I thought, it didn't smell good but it didn't smell like straight up body odor. It honestly smelled like nothing, like it was old water or something? Maybe if I drenched myself in water itself I wouldn't have to say this is sweat. I could just say it's water, perfect. Sweat is natural but I was dripping. I looked around for some type of water source.

There was only Aizawa's water bottle, shit. I just need to use a bit, its a big water bottle it's not like he's going to die of thirst if I take a small amount. Just be polite.

I lifted one leg over the equipment and stood up making a fast walk to the water. I need to at least let him know or something.

"Hey? Can I use a bit of your water?" I asked loudly, I didn't want to face him but even my back was drenched.

"No." He answered quick and calm, I could hear the weights going up and down.

"Thanks, you're the best." I said and snatched the water bottle up from the bench.

I spun the cap and flicked it. Just a bit, alright. I poured the water, starting from my hair, it trailed down to the rest of me. I poured it onto my chest and back, then realized I had used all of it. Shit. Well, too bad.

I wasn't afraid to turn my front to Aizawa but I could feel the cold water seeping in my hair and clothes, I shivered a bit. Wringing out my hair I yelled,

"Hey, uh." Aizawa stopped lifting his weights and that made me nervous. "The waters gone." I gave a nervous laugh.

"Seriously? What the hell?" He sounded really annoyed, I kind of felt bad.

I stood up straight and flung my hair to my back, because the cold feeling stuck on my face. Aizawa swiftly looked up and his face went cold. He didn't move, the weights stayed still in his hands. I could see his biceps were still flexed but I tried to ignore how crazy I was going at the sight of him lifting weights. He started to scan me from bottom to top. He parted his lips and started to breathe slightly through his mouth. As if he was almost panting from the workout. He was trailing up my chest and my breath caught in my throat when he met my eyes. He looked like he was dying of starvation or dehydration, he was a lot closer than I thought he was so he was almost looking up at me. He needs to stop looking at me like that, like he wants to devour me or something I think I might fucking combust. This is madness.

"Well shit, where did the water go?" He said sarcastically and let the weights drop down to the grass.

I didn't know I was holding my breath until he stood up and started walking towards me. I breathed out of my mouth also and watched him walk. Shit. He was sweating, no, no. He was probably the only person that could pull it off, holy shit. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead and some trailed down his shoulders. This wasn't doing my self control any justice.

He reached where I was and was extremely close, like close enough my fucking breasts were almost pressed up against him. He needs to back up, I'm thinking unholy thoughts right now. He stared down at me and tilted his head blowing air out of his lips, I tried to calm down but it was NOT working. My body was having a malfunction and I watched as he gave a soft click of his tongue and tilted his head to the other side.

He stepped closer and his chest pressed into me.