𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 87 | Away

We need a long departure, away and away from each other. That way there is nothing to be annoyed by, nothing to get teased from. Although this seemed like the best alternative, a remembrance of an important date surfaced. That staff birthday, it was only in a few days. If we stop seeing each other- or whatever we are doing, do I still go? He will be there, no doubt, but I was invited also, wouldn't that just be selfish? To not go because of whatever we were was put to an end? Wouldn't it just sting to see him there, nonetheless? My mind raced with selfishness and confusion.

What are- were we anyway? A fling type thing? Tease and toss? I had never really been that with, anybody really. It's not like I've never found love, but I've never been one to have a fling, or a short flirt and goodbye. Especially like this, especially with a Pro Hero. My eyes felt hot and wet, angry with my self I started to pinched my eyes a little harder, causing my legs to shake.

"Stop-" I tried to let out through short choked snorts. "-crying you- idiot."

Really, what was I crying about? That it was over? That this meant me wanting to become friends with him, won't happen now? I perhaps waited too long, it took to long for realization to hit, for me to come to my senses. It's too late now. Too la-

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Anger tore at my hands as they ripped from my eyelids to thrash about. I screamed, then heaved breaths.

Knock.

"WHAT?" I yelled. "WHAT."

Knock.

I bolted up, tears damp at the collar of my shirt, sticking to my chest uncomfortably. My bare feet slapping the floor hard, as I stomped to the door.

My mind was blank, I was just crying to cry, perhaps. Maybe, just overwhelmed.

I angrily wiped a fast hand across both of my eyes, in a poor attempt to dry them. My hand shook with unreleased anger as I struck it out to reach the knob. I quickly turned it and swung the door open so fast it slipped from my hand, hitting the wall, hard.

I blinked slowly, my eyelashes subtly sticking to my under eye, then unsticking.

Aizawa stood in the doorway, his hands numb at his sides, him, not meeting my eyes. His finger fidgeted with a piece of his scarf softly waving about beside him. He stared at his feet.

My anger sky rocketed as my legs almost buckled. He met my eyes,

"Ele-"

In an instant my hand balled into a fist, connecting with his jaw so hard my fingers felt as if they went into shock.

The knock back uncalled for as his feet slid across the narrow hallway, his back meeting with the wall. He gave a short heavy breath, feeling along his jaw.

I felt no remorse, should I? I don't even know what I'm doing, did I really want to hit him, that hard even?

No other thought as I stumbled into the hallway, my palm making violent contact with his cheek. The sharp slap sounded through the hallway. He stayed still, his head tilted to the side, hair in his face.

My anger not for a moment subsiding, pure adrenaline rushing through me, no thought in my head.

"Look at me." I spat.

He didn't even twitch, as he leaned against the wall, hair in the way of his face.

"I said look at me." I shouted, getting closer.

He slowly turned and tilted his head up, his chin turning up as the top of his head touched the wall. He looked at me through the bottom of under his eyelids. I scanned him for a split second. Blood ran from his mouth, I must have clipped it when punching him. The blood trickled down his chin to his neck as he breathed heavily. He slowly slid his wet tongue along his mouth, licking the copper substance. I pulsated, not letting ecstasy take over my desire to hurt him.

I striked him on the other side of his face. Tears leapt through my eyes, racing down my cheeks as I opened my mouth to scream in his face. Suddenly his firm hand gripped mine, jerking me so hard against him it knocked the wind out of me. My cheek meeting with the warm fabric of his shirt, which quickly became damp from tears of my own. He wrapped his arms around me, so tight there was no space between us. My hands were pinned at my sides, immobilizing me from hurting him.

That was all I wanted to do right now I suppose, hurt him. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to shake the anger as a fast soft, but almost mid-fast thumping sounded. His heart-beat. I listened in, every thump on schedule. It didn't calm me, it only angered me more, I really can't stand him can I? I thrashed about, as much as I could. Desperate to get away from his grip.