𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 88 | Immobile

"Stop." He said once.

I thrashed to break my arm free, itching to hit him.

"Stop it." He said this time loud in my ear.

I stood rigid, the loud sound startling me. My ear rung for a split second as I waited.

"Y/n." He said.

What? What could you possibly want? I responded subconsciously within my mind.

He stayed still, as did I. Was he going to say something? Why did he come here? Minutes ago he was almost screaming in pain at the thought of me, the most annoying person, ever. Me.

How do I even comprehend what's going on right now?

"Y/n." He repeated.

In accidental response I choked on a muffled sob, which then turned into endless sobbing, and shaking. I couldn't stop it, the sobbing made my chest hurt, but I couldn't do anything. I wanted to hit and hurt him, so bad, right now.

My crying didn't stop, it only became worse as I started to struggle and squeeze from him.

"Let me go." I yelled, being muffled by him.

He didn't cease his strength.

"Let me the fuck go!" I yelled louder.

A quick thought came to my mind. I have a knee, but that would be a little over the top wouldn't it? I don't need to make him unable to have kids. What do I do though? I need to make him let me go. Something, think of something. Bite him? Gross, but it might work.

I opened my mouth and bit the first thing in front of me. He shoved me off of him, pushing his palm onto his bicep.

"Fuck." He said, looking up at me.

"I did tell you to let me go." I reminded him.

"Full on feral dog?" He asked, almost angry.

I didn't answer, putting one foot almost fully behind me as I got into a subtle fighting stance.

He raised an eyebrow, still putting pressure on his arm.

"Come on." I gestured my fingers, bending them back then forth.

He almost smirked, slowly letting go of his bicep. The bite mark showed very clearly, blossoming a red on my cheeks. He got into fighting stance and waited for me to do something.

"Come on then." He said, mocking me.

I'm not hesitating, I'm just thinking. Thinking about how hard I want hit him, how I want to do it. Even though every time we fight I lose, something feels different about this fight, I think I'm going to win. Actually, something is giving me a lot of confidence, I know I'm going to win.

I fought a grin from creeping onto my damp face as I edged closer. He watched my movements and stayed in place. I quickly ran forward, as if I was going to hit him head on, then jerked myself to the side. He didn't react fast enough, giving me an opening to the side of his face. I swiftly spun fast enough to punch his cheek, just barely on his cheek bone before he quickly pulled away.

He grabbed me by the wrist of the hand I hit him with, hauling me to him. He grabbed ahold of my other wrist, holding me in place inches from his face. He grinned, as my face was turned in anger. I licked around in my mouth to gather saliva, for an oncoming act to spit in his face.

He instantly noticed, moving my own hand over my mouth, a second before I spit, then shoving me back. I swallowed the spit with anger raging through my veins. I ran forward shoving him hard with my shoulder. He slid back only a little, pulling a loud groan out of me. Why do I feel like he's going easy on me? He hasn't used his quirk once, admirable since I'm not using mine. He knows how to fight, he's fought tough villains fist to fist he's going easy on me. I need to beat the shit out of him.

Grinning he struck his hand out to me, quickly grabbing my wrist. I almost laughed. He only grabbed one arm what was he planning to do?

I took my hand and dug my finger nails into his arm, hard, hoping to make him let go. He barely flinched. I was about to ninja chop his arm with my hand but he struck out his other hand,

"What are you doing?" I asked, confusion showing on my face.

He didn't answer as he made eye contact with me, I didn't pay attention. He had grabbed my other wrist, my eyes went wide as I panicked. What is he doing? I though of something to do with my legs but I was at a far distance. He would have shoved me before I could even fully bend my arms to move forward. If I try to thrash around he could break my wrists.

He watched as my face tried to stay blank, but I couldn't hide how I had no idea what to do. I can't bite him again, I'm far. I can't spit, my spit doesn't go that distance. Even if it did, it wouldn't be enough for him to recoil back and let me go.

He started to get my hands closer to him.