𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 70 | A Clean Scarf

I rolled my eyes to cover up staring at him.

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

"Yeah, here." I said holding out my arm.

He raised in 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 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.

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. "Clean the dishes." He gestured to the kitchen.

Is he going to make me clean and shine the floors too?

"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 walked 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. He stopped, two inches from my body as he put a hand on the wall behind me. My stomach churned as he kept his eyes on me. I heard a click as if a button was being pressed and a machine pulled out from beside the refrigerator. He smiled eyeing my mouth before he backed up and turned around, heading back to his training area.

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

"Fancy." I whispered to myself.

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.

I looked to the sink and even there, 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.

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 dishwasher.

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

I haven't really done any type of physcial 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.

"Oh mother-" He groans and stomps over.

He towers over me as he stands close behind, pressing the normal cleanse button then start.

"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.

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, as irritated red patches laid in the open. A bruise barely visible starting under his jaw leading just a smidge above it. Did he not have Recovery Girl tend it? He doesn't even have a band-aid on it. He peered down at me.

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

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

He barely answered my question but okay. What a dumbass. What a kid.

"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 and he dodged it snatching my wrist.