𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 80 | Little Witch

"Group is free." I added.

The satisfaction I felt when I saw her grimace.

"I- eh- I'll try math again, maybe I just had a bad start." She tried to smile it off and instantly spun around, speed walking back to her seat.

Aizawa put his head downward as his shoulders went up and down. Was he crying? Why would he be crying?

I heard a short snort and groaned.

"You're practically green." He mocked, his eyes hooded and lit up, I looked away.

Jealousy isn't always green, prick. I'm not jealous. Why would I even be jealous anyway?

"Just helping a student in need, am I not allowed to be nice and step in?" I shrugged, rolling my eyes.

"No, no, please step in more." He lifted his head up and was grinning.

"Choke on your own spit." I spat, looking up at the ceiling while vegging into my chair.

I spotted in the corner of my eye Aizawa leaning over the table to grab his white cup.

"Aw, and I was really craving some more coffee." He looked into the cup, almost pouting.

"Go make some, I'll watch the class." I said as plain as I could without anger, keeping my eyes on the ceiling.

"You know what? That's a good idea." He answered and stood up.

What? Seriously? No comebacks? Nothing? Just like that, he's going to make his own? Then why did he try and have me make his earlier if he's so capable?

He turned to me, "But- I forgot that I broke my hand." I raised my eyebrows, looking at said hand.

It was wrapped in his own scarf, to fake an injury, but I noticed a student or two had tuned into our conversation. My eyes narrowed at the pure audacity of this man.

"Oh, let me help you." I gritted my teeth so hard it felt like they were going to wear down completely.

I turned to one of the students that were listening and asked, "Will you watch the class for me?"

I watched as they nodded.

Aizawa had a stuck on grin that didn't recede as I got up from my chair, speaking to the class.

"Mr. Aizawa and I will be stepping out for a moment, behave." I tried to put on a smile then rushed out of the room, the door almost shutting in Aizawa's face.

I was a bit ahead of him and didn't stop to let him catch up as I sped to the teachers lounge. Please let there be another teacher there, please.

We reached the door and I opened it stepping inside. Not even a soul. I winced, speed walking over to the coffee maker. I need to get this done as fast as I can. Why aren't there any teachers here? This is so coincidental it's unreal. Why do I have to be so unlucky?

I heard steps and jumbled with the buttons.

"Don't forget the mug." Aizawa smirked, holding his white mug up in the air.

I peered at his empty hand, which was earlier wrapped in his scarf. I knew it was fake but I jeered.

"That hand sure looks broken." I calm and collectively gestured to his hand as I snatched the mug from him.

"Oh, look, it's cured." He pretended to look over his hand as he turned it over and back in front of himself.

I scoffed and slammed the mug onto the coffee making contraption, pushing the start button.

I leaned forward, resting my hands on the counter, and swept into thought.

If I'm making the coffee for him finally, does that mean he won't penalize me later?

Aizawa stepped over and leaned onto the counter, gazing at me.

My eye twitched and I rolled my head away from his piercing gaze.

"You aren't off the hook." He smiled, reading my mind once again like the psycho he is. "One coffee doesn't mean this deal is over."

I bunted my head on the cabinet in front of me as he went on.

"You still have a whole day of fun, sweetheart."

That one scared me, a lot. There was definitely not going to be anything fun about what he was going to make me do. More chores probably, the lazy slob.

I need to toughen up, I still have a whole day ahead of me. Even if he was being a dick with the coffee thing I just need to suck it up. It makes my stomach churn, thinking about how I lost. It doesn't matter if he's a pro hero, I still put up a fight. That's gotta be worth something.

"Whoop-whoop, champion, what else?" I mocked. "Want me to kiss your feet?"

He gave a dark, husky laugh. "Well not necessarily my fee-"

The coffee maker dinged and I snatched the coffee mug up, presenting it close to Aizawa's face.

What did he say just a second ago?

"Smells weird." He made a disgusted face, getting a whiff of it as our fingers collided for a good second.

My skin got goosebumps and I rolled my eyes pushing it away as he took a sip from the mug. He kept his eyes on me and I looked away, blood rushing to my face.

"Well? Is it good enough or not?" I asked, not actually caring if it was good, I hope it burns his damn mouth.

I feel like I'm a teen, doing a bad job on hiding my feelings. What? Feelings? I don't have a crush on this douche. I hate him, I'm only blushing because he's a man in my proximity, which hasn't happened in a long time.

"I can tell it was rushed." He stated, eyeing the cup then me.

"Oh really?" I snarled, getting frustrated with his ungratefulness.

"Make it again." He said blatantly.