𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 83 | Demonic Sound

I'm embarrassed, was it really that weird sounding? Did I sound like a dog yelping in pain? He can't ask me questions and expect to answer them, like I know what he's thinking.

"What?" I asked.

"You tell me." He stepped closer.

I can't really explain how his face looked. He looked like a savage. Like if I made one wrong move he would devour me, like a carnivore. It scared me but it was honestly kind of off putting. How am I suppose to be his friend when he's making it so hard?

"I think that I pinched myself, that's it." I simply remarked.

"No shit." He snarled.

I kept a blank face, showing no emotion, acting as if I was confused. I feel embarrassed, what did it sound like to him? Is it really that big of a deal? It was an accident. I cant show the fact that I'm terrified or that I know what he's talking about because I don't want to talk about it. I wish I never do that again, it was pitiful.

"I pinched my hand, it was a small accident." I stated.

"Small." He repeated.

This game isn't going to fly. What the fuck do I do? I cant move, not because he's right in front of me, he's not even trapping me with his arms. I cant move because of the look on his face, it's sending shivers and waves, it's consuming. I literally cant even feel my hand hurting anymore.

"Holy shit what do you want from me? I said it was an accident, want me to get a band-aid?" By now I was gritting my teeth, fake anger and real.

Anger because he's really flipping my on switch right now and angry because it's almost as if he wants to make me relive seconds ago. Humiliate me.

He put out his hand and pressed it on the wall behind me. Rather slow, but forceful. Now he was trapping me, well, with one arm. Oh shit here comes the other. He lifted the other and pressed it on the wall, both hands above and beside my head. Him, keeping his carnivorous face expression, only tilting his head a smidge.

"Really?" He asked.

"Really what?"

He's confusing me for real now.

He leaned in and I froze, my back pressed to the wall, feeling like prey. Is that what I am, prey? What is this carnivore doing?

He made a triangle as he looked from my right eye, to my mouth, then my left eye. That really did the trick for me, my legs were starting to create a tremble and I tried to stop it. It was no use, he got even closer, now not even inches plural from my face. I could feel the air from his nose softly hit my face as my palms were pressed onto the wall for support. What is he doing? What does this mean?

He turned his eyes down to survey my lips that I hadn't noticed I was subconsciously biting. My face flushed red as his eyebrows upturned.

"Fuck." He said pushing off the wall and heading in a direction down the hallway I didn't recognize.

"Holy shit." I said, breathless with my hand on my chest.

My hand lifted with my lungs and I tried to think of anything but what just happened. My mind jumbled, confused. Why did he do that? This was one of the closest times, he almost kissed me. Actually. If he was going to shame me about my demonic sound then what the fuck was that? What the fuck was that. My mind repeated over and over.

I looked down to notice my legs were trembling, bad. I wanted to laugh, but it came out as a nervous wince. I'm so lost I have no idea what that was even about, "context clues" was it? Let's do that.

He clenched his hand for support, physically pulled me out of the class room, breathing like he it was a job for a minute or two. Then, he proceeded to trap me, with the most attractive look on his face, WHILE he just barely leaned into me.

What does this even mean? I'm at a loss for words. How do I piece this together when I don't even know the root? I suppose the root is my pinching but then the next root is the sound. It's just a sound though, he can't be mad at me over that. Well, at least he looked mad. Was he mad? He had to be, the look on his face told me. The look on his face also looked like, I don't know bliss-ridden? That's not even a thing. This is so confusing.

Wait, bliss-ridden?