𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 70 | A Clean Scarf

I rolled my eyes to cover up staring at him, holding back an awed sigh. This man has GOT to be Gods favorite, little bastard. I noticed a scar on his shoulder I hadn't seen before and all I wanted to do was trace my finger along it. Can scars be sexy?

"Clean?" He breathed out, gesturing to the scarf.

"Yes, here." I said holding out my arm, looking away from him.

He raised an eyebrow as he eyed my arm then looked back at me. I looked down to my arm and realized it was still tightly wrapped around myself. He sighed and grabbed my wrist peeling the scarf from my arm, I let myself get lost in the warmth of his large hands for a moment.

I looked back up at him as he had tied the scarf around the waist of his sweatpants like a belt.

"Satisfied?" I asked.

"Not yet." He said, crossing his arms, making his biceps bulge and flex. The lady downstairs pulsated in satisfaction.

I groaned, annoyed, but of course there was bound to be more chores than just cleaning his scarf.

"What else do you need me to do, your highness?" I bowed.

He was barely amused but then smirked in thought, which startled me. What chore does he have for me now?

"I'll give you another easy one." He said, a weirdly mischievous grin to his face. "Clean the dishes." He gestured to the kitchen.

Is he going to make me clean and shine the floors too? Im probably going to do everything that lazy bastard won't do, I bet scrubbing his bathroom floors is next.

"Move." I said pushing past Aizawa trying my hardest not to touch him.

He let me pass and I strode straight to the kitchen. I turned in a circle looking for the dishwasher.

"Well, where is the dishwasher?" I demanded, turning to Aizawa as he started to walk over.

He didn't stop walking, even when he was inches away from me. I backed up as he continued walking forward, my back hitting the counter. I grabbed onto the counter edges and held my breath, watching him. I gripped the edges harder, to keep myself from trying to touch his chest. He stopped, two inches from my body, and put a hand on the wall behind me. I started to breathe heavier, trying not to instinctively come at his proximity when he was shirtless. My stomach churned as he trailed his eyes down my figure. I heard a click as if a button was being pressed and a machine pulled out from beside the refrigerator. He grinned, eyeing my mouth before backing up and turning around, heading back to the training area.

I breathed out through my mouth and looked to the dishwasher.

"Fancy." I whispered to myself, out of breath and feeling frustratingly teased.

Aizawa closed the curtains around the training area and I walked over to the machine that stuck out from the wall. Opening it, I sighed in relief as there was barely to no cutlery or dishes.

"Almost as if you're the only one living here." I joked.

Aizawa gave a small grunt in response. I actually said that as a question. I genuinely wonder what other girls he brings here. No, shut up, that's not your business, dumbass. Why would I even care anyway.

I looked to the sink and even here there were only a few dishes. This is easy, why does he need me to do it? I atleast thought he would give me a harder job, to torture me. Isn't that what he wants? Because that's what he's been doing since my first fucking day here.

I unloaded the machine, putting the dishes and cutlery away in the cabinets, drawers. I scooted over to the sink and washed the dishes there, transferring them over to the machine. I finished, closing the fancy ass dishwasher.

"Shit." I whispered pointing my finger out, hovering over the buttons, confused.

I haven't really done any type of cleaning in a while because of the state I was in at my other apartment. Due to that, I had no idea how to work this dishwasher. Embarrassed but out of options and clue,

"Hey, how do I work this thing?" I yell out.

"Motherfucker." He groans and stomps over, I couldn't tell if he was calling me that or what.

He towers over me as he stands close behind, pressing the normal cleanse button then start. The hair on my neck stand up and I push myself further into the counter.

"Oh." I said and gave a small laugh, trying to ignore how close he was.

He said nothing and strode off, I followed.

"What other chores do you want me to do, your highness?" I asked, staring at his back muscles.

He turned around to me, stopping in his tracks. I startled, slowing to a stop as quick as I could. We were impossibly close, but I couldn't back up. My gaze drove over his jaw, searching for where I had hit him. There were red patches of skin in some places. I spotted a bruise barely visible, starting under his jaw leading just a smidge above it. There was a little wound on the corner of his jaw, split open. Did he not have Recovery Girl tend it? He doesn't even have a band-aid on. He peered down at me, narrowing his eyes, looking annoyed but as if he was thinking.

"You want that to get infected? Why didn't you let Recovery Girl deal with it?" I pointed to the wound and he jerked away just a bit.

"I'm not a pussy, I can deal with a little bruise." He watched as I rolled my eyes.

That barely answered my question but okay, childish.

"Can I tend it?" I watched as he recoiled a little.

"No." He curled his mouth a little. "What are you? My mommy?"

I gave a short cough, choosing to ignore that.

"What? Stop being an idiot, just let me put Neosporin or something on it." I stepped forward.

I put out my hand, wanting to inspect the wound and he dodged it, snatching my wrist.