𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 75 | Plus 1

Why the fuck are they by his side? I don't care, I need to get to class I have about 15-20 minutes, and I still need to get dressed. I ran over to his side and dropped to the floor. Quickly slipping my shoes on I put a hand on the bed to help get myself up. As I stood up Aizawa swiftly grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.

"You are coming to Present Mic's party with me, as my plus 1." He stated matter of factly, looking sexy and tired with his tight white shirt and long messy hair.

Do I have a choice or is that written in stone?

"What." I narrowed my eyes.

"Friday." He said half smiling.

I got to look away before that smile consumes me, he's really annoying.

"No, now let me go." I said partly looking away from him.

He was propped up on his pillow with my hand in his, firmly gripping it. He's got a good grip, damn. His rough calluses collided with my skin and I almost wanted to lean into him and let his calluses collide with other parts of my skin.

"You still have to do whatever I say, correct?" He asked.

Damn, fuck, he's right. I don't want to go to a damn party, but if it's renowned mic's party then fine. But still, who does this motherfucker think he is? Sleeping beside me; I don't care if it's his bed it's the principle of it; and asking me to be his plus one to a party!?

"I'll go, damn, now let go. I have a class to teach." I said, yanking myself away from him when he finally loosened his grip.

He looks really good right now, grey sweatpants and a white shirt? I need to leave as quick as I can before I get distracted. I turned around, shoving my phone in my pocket and bolted for the door.

"Remember, you do what I say today, and also.." He trailed on and grabbed his phone typing on it with one hand. My eye caught on a vein that corded around his forearm and I looked away.

A ding rung on my phone and I glanced down at it. He had unblocked me on messages, damn it. It was better when he was never on my phone.

I groaned and left the room, closing the door behind me. My stomach sunk, realizing how it looks, me walking out of Aizawa's room in the early morning. In the same damn clothes as yesterday as well. I sped down the hallway to my room and quickly unlocked it, going in.

Giz instantly greeted me and I bent down to give him a quick kiss before I ran over to my closet. I was about to take my shirt off when there was a knock.

"Coming." I said, trying to hide my aggravation, I didn't even get to change yet.

I need to get to class, who the fuck is at the door this early?

I pulled my shirt back down and skipped to the door. Swinging it open I threw my head back, almost hard enough to get whiplash.

"Ugh, what the hell do you want? I was just with you, what chore could you possibly have for me now?" I said, close to slamming the door, hard in his Aizawa's, but restraining myself because I was supposed to be obedient today.

"Let me in." He asked stepping forward, a command, not a question. In the short amount of time he was in his apartment he had slid on shoes.

"What? No." I answered, outraged. "What do you want? I have to get to class."

"You've got 18 minutes, you have time." He pushed past me and stopped in front of Giz.

He froze for a second before going around him and heading to my closet.

"Hey!" I yelled and slammed the door, running to follow behind him.

He stood in front of the closet and looked around, scanning the shelves.

I stepped in front of him. "What the hell are you doing?" I put my arms out, preventing him from rummaging through MY stuff.

"I'm picking what you wear today." He stated, paying me no mind and continuing to scan around.

"What." This is just getting more annoying every second. I'm about to punch him.

I feel like every minute is something different and I'm getting way too confused. First I'm fighting him, then I'm fighting him again, THEN I wake up beside him, and now, he's picking out what I wear? What the hell is going on? Roll with it, it's not like you have a choice, you lost. Damn it, that's entirely correct, I lost the fight. Stop reminding me.

His eyes lit up a bit as they landed on something, he pushed me aside and reached out to it. I turned around to see him pick out a sheer white, thin shirt. That's pretty basic, very see through though..

"This." He handed me the shirt then went back to looking around.

He's picking such basic stuff, why would he want to pick out my clothes if it's just going to be boring? I mean I'm not complaining, easier for me anyway.

He grabbed simple shorts, pretty studs on the sides and pockets. Alright, this is pretty. I'll just get a tank top, so my bra won't be visible and neither will my stomach. I mean, it's not like this place has a dress code for teachers, I just prefer not to show skin in front of children I'm teaching. The shorts are very, very low rise. He knows how to pick clothes, wow.

"This." He said handing it to me.

"Seriously? You came to my apartment to pick out a white shirt and shorts?" I scoffed.

He ignored me and kept looking. This time he physically opened drawers. My eyes went wide when he quickly reached for my undergarment drawer and opened it. I smacked his hand away instantly and stood in front of it. I poked my finger in the middle of his chest, pushing him back. His chest was warm, I held myself back from placing my full palm on his pecs to feel his heartbeat.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, nervously, and a little protective.

"I found what I'm looking for, now move. I said I was picking out your clothes." He shoved me aside and scanned the drawer.