𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 69 | Ankles

I woke up in the infirmary. I groaned as instant deja vû hit, with the fighting and me being here the other day for my legs. I groaned again, then sat up. I lifted the covers to see my leg wrapped, I tested it by wiggling it a little. No reaction, I moved it around and it felt pretty normal. It was just a little pinch, I guess Recovery Girl healed it fully. I don't like waking up here, it just reminds me of my past experiences here. Although I do love Recovery Girl, it sucks coming back here.

I smiled in thought, I had landed hits on Eraserhead. I'm not that strong or experienced so he either let me get hits or I'm a magician type psycho. That was a pretty intense fight, aside from the feeling that it gave me deep down. I'm not one to feel a sexual vibe during a fight but that was, wow. It's almost as if we were acting like the students weren't there. I wonder if I gave him any bruises. Did he bleed? Is it the next day?

I have a lot of questions but they get answered pretty quickly as Aizawa walked around the curtain and appeared in front of me. A wave of fear washed over me in parts as I realized he won the fight, I lost. That's means I don't get my earring and I have to do ridiculous errands and chores for him. My eye twitched, and I groaned looking up at the ceiling.

"Well, looks who's the victor, shouldn't have called the win so early, sweetheart." Aizawa leered, I scoffed not meeting his eyes.

That's so angering, but I'm fulfilled knowing I got a hit on him and his big ego.

"How's your jaw?" I said, mocking him.

"Swell, actually." He laughed in amusement.

He's utterly annoying.

"How's your ankle?" He asked.

"Fine." I answered. "You see I'm fine, that means you can go."

He stared at me and tilted his head. "If you're fine then that means you can leave also, right?"

I scowled at him, but he was right.

"Also, don't think I'm just gonna leave when you have the whole day devoted to obeying me. I'm not passing it up, a day where you will finally oblige by me." He went on and my eyes widened a smidge. "Tomorrow, too. I hope you're excited, it'll be fun."

The last sentence gave my stomach a twist.

"Yeah, whatever." I turned away from him.

He stared and I could feel his eyes burn into me.

I groaned, "Fuck, a deals a deal."

I turned back and he smiled at me, I lifted a corner of my mouth in a scowl as a response.

"Can you walk?" He asked looking at my ankle.

I stood up perfectly and walked around the bed, Aizawa's eyes followed, watching me.

I turned to him, he also turned with his hands in his pockets.

"Yes." I answered, obviously annoyed.

He searched my face expecting something. I stared in confusion then I lifted an eyebrow.

"Alright, what's my first task?" I asked, a little nervous.

He kept his eye contact with me reaching his fingers between his neck and scarf tugging at the scarf. He pulled it off from his neck and my ears instantly got red.

"I want it cleaned." He dropped it and I caught it.

"Easy." I scoffed and walked past him, grabbing my stuff.

"Sure, for now." He commented.

That got me a little nervous but I pushed it off. Grabbing my stuff I left the room, but quickly turned back around.

"Do I drop it off at your apartment?" I asked.

"I'll be training in my apartment so I want you to personally bring it to me." He crossed his arms.

I scoffed a little then left the room.

Fucking asshole did this on purpose. The laundromat we had here was packed with people. I waited in line for almost an hour before a machine was available for me. All that waiting for a stupid scarf, musty fucking shit.

I came out of the laundromat almost 2 hours after I went in. The scarf was clean and warm, I wrapped it around my arm and palm tightly. Making my way to his apartment was easy, there weren't many people in the hallways.

I reached the door and knocked. Nothing. I listened closely and heard grunting while something was being hit. He's still training? I knocked louder, still the same noises, not faltering. I banged on the door with my fist for a bit. Finally the sounds stopped and there was a short silence before the door swung open.

Aizawa stood tall in the door way, breathing heavily. He had white cloth wrapped around his palms and wore no shirt. He was covered in sweat from head to toe as beads raced down his chest, disappearing into the hem of his sweatpants.