𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 72 | His Own

He grabbed my hand, and I startled. His calluses collided with my palm and I almost wanted to interlock our fingers. Plucking the band-aid he looked me in the eye,

"That's enough, I can put on a band-aid on my own." he said, and I raised an eyebrow.

Sure.

He stopped for a second.

"Where's the cut?" He asked.

I scoffed a little and pointed, he followed my finger and didn't break eye contact. I tilted my head and watched as he peeled the other side of the band-aid off, sticking it directly over the wound. Perfect.

He needs to calm down on the eye contact, I'm not confident enough for it. I am pretty confident I'll do something stupid.

"You need an icepack?" I asked pointing to the barely visible bruise that was hiding under his jaw.

"No, I'm fine, the band-aids are enough already." He said annoyed, getting up then walking away. I watched his back muscles move as he went.

Damn, that was tense. I was only putting medicine on him but it felt so intimate. Shut up, horny idiot. Am I horny right now? I think I always am around him. Extra when he's shirtless. I don't know, don't care, just shut up.

I closed the kit, returning it back to the cabinet in the bathroom. I came out to see Aizawa rummaging around in the kitchen, sadly he wore a shirt, it was white.

"Got anything else you want me to do?" I asked, resting a hand on my hip as I walked over to the kitchen.

It feels so weird just being in his apartment, but oddly comfortable.

"You're being very obedient." He said not looking up at me.

"Do I have another choice? You won the fight." I gave a sarcastic chuckle.

"I did didnt I?" A grin creeped onto his face as he rubbed it in, standing up with a can of soda in his strong hand. That white shirt stuck to every strong part of his body and accentuated his muscles, I can work with this. He opened the soda and started to chug it with his head back, staring at me with low eyes. Soda started to trail down his chin to his neck and I instantly turned away, I don't need to see where that ends.

"Again, anything else?" I rolled my eyes.

"Actually, just one more, then you are free till tomorrow." He said.

I raised an eyebrow hinting I was listening but he didn't look at me, he crushed the soda can and threw it away.

"No incessant pain, I want to train you." He said, crossing his arms, I looked away.

"Training?" I laughed, "For what? I rocked your jaw, I'm not the one with a bruise."

Aizawa was looking down at me. "I'm not the one who sprained their ankle."

I pursed my lips. "Dammit, whatever, train me, if it means you'll leave me alone."

He was right, I messed up. Injuring myself, not because of him but because of me. I kicked my foot out and sprained my own foot. If a top ten Pro Hero trains me it would honestly be an honor, but why does he even want to train me?

"No hurting?" I asked, crossing my arms with him.

"Correct. I'm just helping." He said calmly.

That actually was pretty reassuring.

"Why?" I asked, honestly wanting to know.

"You may have landed some hits but you didn't win." He went on, my blood boiling. "You utilized basic attacks, but you didn't use your quirk even once. Your quirk is why you're a Pro Hero, use it."

"No. You can train me but let's worry about my quirk another time." I answered, not budging about that.

He raised an eyebrow but didn't push any further, thankfully. I don't think he even knows what my quirk is. My Pro Hero name hints it has something to do with electricity but it's nothing like that. Elektra, I got the name from an online friend that passed away years ago. It sounds stupid, a cheesy name, but I've kept it to remember her, and I don't plan on changing it.

"Go." He pointed to the training corner where the curtains around it sat open.

I walked over and looked around, obedient as I am. The light that sat above the training area shone just a smidge brighter than the other lights. I stared at the katanas, as my eyes skimmed over some of his equipment. Do I take a weapon?

"I'm going to train you tomorrow, too." Aizawa said walking past me and grabbing two long pieces of white cloth.

I turned and watched as he wrapped each palm slowly. I'm not really into hands, it's never been my thing, but wow. If he punched me in the face I would definitely not be waking up from it. He looked up at me as he finished the last hand. His eyes were dark, and I almost smiled at the band-aids on his face.

"You might want to do the same." He said raising a fist up to show the cloth.

I went over behind him and grabbed two pieces of cloth, repeating what he did. This feels weird, like it's rubbing my palms, but I gripped it tightly.

"No weapons?" I asked, curious.

"For today, no." He watched as I walked in front of him. "Quirk? Yes."

Dammit, I hate his quirk. It's just training so I'm not really all that panicky, but it's still annoying to be entangled in a scarf, while you're weak and quirkless.

"First off, you already know to circle around." He said stepping back and getting into stance. "Make sure you put your fists in front of you and twist your body to the side a little."

I already knew those things but I stayed silent and obeyed. I'm not in the mood to act like a smartass, he's helping me, even if I didn't have any other choice.

"Circle around for a bit before you go in, study their movements, see if they will strike before you." He said, imitating this as he spoke.

I scanned over him, head to toe, then looked back into his eyes, quickly breaking the contact again.

"Then, when the time is right, it's more preferable for the opponent to go first, but I'll let you go." He stated, gesturing to me.