𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 86 | You're

"What? I-"

"Can you leave now?" He asked.

How was that even an answer?

"No, what did I do?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"What did you do?" He opened his eyes and looked at me.

This purple light is definitely doing him a lot of justice.

"You became a teacher here, a teacher WITH me at that." He said.

"So? What's the problem?" I asked. "It's not as if it was my choice."

"You're inexplicably annoying, and I really can't ever get away from you." He sighed. "Can I?" He seemed to asked himself.

I started to think about how I followed him here, how I see him 24/7. I'm annoyed seeing him all the time, and it's just the same for him. Wow, I really can't catch a hint.

"You can." And I left.

I rounded the corner and started running so fast I could barely account the invisible bread crumb trail I left. I'm going the right way, I confirmed as I reached the hallway where my class sat. I entered, and strode straight to the phone.

"Yes." I said, then repeated.

"Yes, I need a teacher in here, no one else can come right now."

I hung up and smiled to the class. "I'll be gone for the rest of the day." I said breaking a half silence. "You'll have a substitute, I don't believe you will see Mr. Aizawa for the rest of the day either."

No student raised their hand thankfully.

I strode over to the door and waved to the class, "Be good." and took two finger pointed them at my eyes then at the blonde spiked hair kid. He rolled his eyes and I smiled, leaving the classroom.

My smile faded as I gave a short glance to the darkened hallway, then to the other. I heaved a sigh as I started my way down the brightly lit hallway, adorned with trophy cases. The hallway I recognized as the way to my apartment, I am getting used to this place. I've started to get the hang of it, the gist.

I slowly walked the hallways, making my way to my apartment, taking in the walls and anything that hung from them. My mind blank, my face blank. I couldn't entirely think, couldn't form sentences in my head. I didn't know what to feel. Stupid, maybe. The thought of how he honestly appeared done, pained with me. It had really shone through, and I had the audacity to silently admire him, his anger bare. I really am annoying. I sighed with a type of feeling I couldn't really account for sadness. Emptiness, likely.

I shuffled a little, reaching my door, the room numbers barely legible as I realized my vision was blurred. I wiped the back of my hand across my closed eyelid and glared at a smear of dampness. I was crying. I wrung my hand to my side, digging out the room's golden keys. They rejected the key hole once before sliding in, then turning. My apartment silent, and almost empty looking. The great quiet ceased quickly as a soft meow sounded a-front my feet.

"Gizmo." I said, squatting to pat him on the head, as if reassuring myself, he was there.

He purred quietly, turning to lead me farther into the apartment, my face plain as I closed the door. I'm not going to call this numbness, I only now know this is realization. Recognition for what I've done, the resurface and slap in the face. Can I even call him a terrible person? I can't fight with myself, but I know that when I first met that tall man with black hair, he hated me. I hadn't even fully met him, he just, agreed on hatred.

What if it had started off different? I don't know how that would be possible considering he had already decided on dislike, but what if? What if I had put on a bright smile, hadn't dropped those boxes, and introduced myself, like a becoming-of-teacher should? I torture myself, I fantasize about a relationship that couldn't be. What could be though? Only hatred? Forever? What if I don't agree on that? Why does he decide?

I threw myself harshly against the couch. Closing my eyes and pinching them shut with my hands. What do I do? I can't even think straight right now. What is there to do? Nothing. I've made things terrible already. To say the least, it hasn't been just him to lead the teasing on. It's been me too, hasn't it? I blame it all on him, how unfair. I would have hated me too. I didn't lead it on in the beginning, though. We hadn't even known each other. He gives me the same answer every time I ask what bothers him about me. I want to actually know why, the real, deeper reason, I wasn't introduced annoying or snobby. He was.

What right do either of us have? Oh, give it up. I think it's time to switch classes, we need to get away from each other. For a long time. Maybe forever.