𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 74 | But Who Wins?

     I have a feeling he's going to hit back, hard, but right now I need to focusing on hitting him. I have another idea, though. I grabbed the scarf from behind his head and tightened it.

"Stay still or I'll suffocate you." I threatened.

I have an idea and if he moves it's ruined. I used my knee to stab into his lower arm as hard as I could, doing the same with my other knee. I lowered my arms to his hands and wrapped the scarf quickly around one of his hands, then the other. He had stayed still, oddly. He could have escaped, easily. What is he planning? Whatever, I need to focus. I wrapped them a second time for good measure then looked back at him, not in the eyes though. Was I winning? I couldn't tell. He was pinned by my knees and tied from his neck to his hands. Neck.. to his hands. Dammit.

Quick as shit he used his lower body strength and shoved me off him with his feet. I didn't think of his legs. Idiot. I was gasping for breath and face red with anger. I'm going to fucking kill him. I sat up and saw he was struggling a bit with trying to get out. I went over and with all my anger, I put it on my fist. I aimed straight for his nose and he was only able to turn a little. I punched his cheek hard as I could. He flew back onto his back and spit out blood with saliva to his side. I huffed and watched as he looked miserable. I was swelling up inside, just a punch and he's almost passed out. Did I win? I think I win, I should be the winner.

"Had enough?" I ask in confidence.

"No."

He had gotten both his arms free from the scarf and took both around my neck, tightly. I wrung my arms around, poking at his face until I felt his mouth. I pushed forward and put my finger in his mouth, making him gag. He quickly let go and rubbed his throat, coughing.

"I'll ask again, have you had enough?" I asked, rubbing my throat also.

"Dammit." He said and yanked the scarf.

I was sent in front of him and before I could react he took his hand, grabbing my face. He faced me to him and pulled me closer, forcing eye contact. I fell limp just like earlier. He always uses his fucking quirk. What, can he not use his hands? Pussy. That didn't feel fair, but I guess in a real fight we will have to use our quirks. I just think he should have fought me without his quirk, I didn't use mine. If I used mine it would have been over for him, I know that, but I just wanted to have a fair fight. Oh, but of course he had to ruin it.

I swear his quirk is like a type of drug or alcohol, I usually forget some parts of the time before he used his quirk. It's really annoying, but it's a very useful quirk, I'll give him that.

Awaking, I sat up and looked around. Why the fuck was I still in his apartment? We fought last night, I remember that, how did it end though? Did I win? This is frustrating why can't I remember? I groaned out loud and strewn a hand out to search for my phone. I felt it on the nightstand beside me and picked it up.

"Morning." A deep voice said.

Instantly my phone flew onto the floor with a loud crack. I whipped to the side to see Aizawa with his cheek to the pillow. Hot damn.

"What the hell." I said, not wanting to be obvious.

He's on the other side of the bed but, did we do anything? I pulled up the covers to look at my clothes, same stuff on, no shoes. I looked over at him again and he raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling. Look away, right now.

"I didn't feel like walking all the way to my buddy's apartment, so I stayed here." A grin grew on his face. "You don't mind, do you?"

I mumbled in anger to myself and lifted the covers off me, getting off the bed. I bent down to grab my phone, a small crack was strewn across the screen, not very big. It'll be fine, but I still whipped my head over to Aizawa.

"What?" He asked propping his head up on his palm.

I need to calm down, he's really not that good looking. Keep telling yourself that.

"Whatever, I need to get to class." I said.

Looking around for my shoes, they were no where to be found.

"Over here." He said pointing beside him on the ground.