𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 67 | Dont Squirm

  That was one of the lowest whispers I've heard, that tugged at every nerve in my body. My legs went partly limp and my stomach started to flutter. Fuck, that was hot. No. Shut up. You guys are literally fighting, this is not happening in front of my students.

I smacked my head back just barely hitting his chin and in instinct he jerked back. I yanked the scarf and let myself free of his grasp, taking the scarf around his neck tightly, running behind him.

If he was such a good Pro Hero he never would have let me choke him like this. I pulled at the scarf to tighten it but in an instant he spun out of the choke. He was too fast for me to react, he grabbed my throat tightly, pushing me quickly back and slammed me hard onto the ground. I gasped loudly, fighting for air as the wind just got knocked out of me. I felt like I flew for a second, I hit the back of my head so hard it felt like I had brain damage. I was gasping for air in raspy breaths as he put his other hand between my stomach and chest.

"In and out, in and out." He repeated as my chest struggled going up and down with his hand.

Shut the fuck up. He thinks he's so much better than me? The cocky remarks or snide slicks the whole time we've been fighting. He's mocking me, making a joke of me. I pretended to lose focus and keep gasping for breath. I lifted my arms as I was still cuffed and swung my fist at his face. It latched onto his jaw sending him on his palms. I sat up and watched as he touched his jaw. I had finally hit his jaw and that felt amazing. I tried to keep a smile from my face as I watched him pinch his jaw and open then close his mouth in arrangement.

This felt like victory but it was short lived as I realized it was a show when he quickly yanked the scarf. I landed between him on my knees. He tilted his head and yanked at the scarf tightening it just a smidge as he leaned on his palm, looking me up and down. I scoffed and maneuvered myself to try something. He watched in wonder and before he could react I flipped over and behind him, flicking and kicking my foot. I felt a pang in my ankle, very sharp, it almost knocked me over. I might have sprained it but I need to keep going, I can worry about it later.

I was behind him and he quickly reacted turning around pulling us up with the scarf. This scarf is really fucking annoying, I can't untie this knot and at the same time fight him. That was a smart move so I'll give him that, the scarf and all. We circled and I winced when my foot moved on it's side a bit. My stomach panged in thought, because if he heard me wince he would use my foot against me. It was too quiet thankfully so he didn't react, but I have no doubt he'll find out soon.

Aizawa got out of fighting stance and my brow furrowed in confusion. What the fuck is he doing? I stayed still in combat position as we continued circling. He kept his eyes on me, and I kept my eyes on his hands. They stayed as his sides. What is he doing? He's got to be planning something.

I spread my legs a little more so I wouldn't put as much pressure on my injured ankle. He didn't react, but then as quick as light he snatched the scarf and used it to pull himself. He pulled it as he quickly hit the ground sliding fast under me, between my legs. My eyes widened as I couldn't react or move fast enough. He was behind me and in an instant he jerked hard at the scarf sending me head first for the ground, as my hands folded between my legs. Before I hit the ground the scarf yanked again and I was sent skimming the ground as I slid and hit my back.

I couldn't breathe, my lungs wouldn't cooperate with me. I coughed as the scarf had pulled my arms above my head. It felt like my arms were being stretched from my torso, like he wanted to rip them off.

"Ssshiitt." I breathed out as my eyes went fuzzy staring at the ceiling.

Steps were heard as Aizawa walked over, towering above me. The pressure on my arms lessened as he got closer. I need to react fast, he probably thinks we are done. I jerked the scarf as hard as I could, sending him straight for my face. I braced myself for impact.