𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 94 | Ignoring me?

Without hesitation I rushed into the classroom in silence, heading to my seat.

Before I could sit down Aizawa smacked his hand down on my seat.

"You saw my text, where were you?" He demanded.

He is nobody to ask me where I've been, he doesn't own me I don't owe him any explanation. He did this to me, he's the one that needs to take a hint.

I wanted to bite out for him to get the fuck off my back but I bent down and grabbed his wrist. Ignoring the heat of his wrist I pushed away any thoughts with anger as I quickly sat down.

I felt Aizawa's stare like fire on the side of my face. I wanted to scream at him to leave me alone but I bit down on my tongue.

I stared forward blankly.

"Are you ignoring me?" He asked, anger close to tinting his voice.

Yes, I am.

He turned into his seat staring forwards as he crossed his leg, putting his ankle on his thigh, crossing his arms.

There's so many things I want to say to this man, nobody has ever made me feel this helpless and lost. What is this, what are we? I don't believe I even want us to be ANYTHING. Then again, there's that false hope, I want it to disappear. I want to disappear.

I let my mind wander aimlessly as the class continued with their common duties. There's still Mic's birthday next week, shit. Do Aizawa and I have to pretend to be friends? I kinda actually want to go to the party. I'll put on a short charade but that's it, I want to be at Mic's party. I haven't met him yet but I really want to, there's not one bad thing I've heard about him, then again that was the same for Aizawa.

I groaned and Aizawa turned to me. I rejected his gaze as I looked down at my lap. I pulled out my phone and pretended to be on it to pass time. When really, I was subtly watching Aizawa out of the corner of my eye because he wasn't breaking his stare for one second. I know this is terrible to say but I kinda wish I did kill him last night when he gave me the chance, things probably would have been easier that way. No, shut up you would be charged for murder. Maybe mentally things would be better but just face reality, you're not going to ever actually kill him, even if you had the chance.

Aizawa moved, and I saw him grab his phone out. I watched as he thumbed his keypad, typing. My phone buzzed in my hand.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my phone in an effort to keep that hand from whipping out to hit him in his face. I didn't want to open the text so I quickly read the notification banner without his notice.

"You can't ignore me forever, princess."

I was eager to yell at him to stop calling me princess, but no one has called me that before and I didn't totally hate it. I should though.

Does he think what happened is okay, like it's normal? That last night didn't matter and he was just messing around? I can't read his mind but I'm going with that because that sounds absolutely correct, and I wouldn't pin him anything else. I'm pathetic, how can I put up with this? Being treated like trash? Do I really deserve this?

I do don't I? This is the punishment I deserve for my past, those families murdered, it was my fault. I never called the police or even tried to help, I was a coward, I hid in the closet waiting it out, every single time. They would bring me down there and I would just slip into the closet, a pathetic pussy. What a pro hero I am. Stop it, I'm making up for it now, nothing will ever be able to make the past change but I can try and atone for what happened. Along the way I'm getting rightfully punished, I just need to get over myself.

I'm a terrible person, I'm a hypocrite and everything offensive you can think of.

I closed my eyes to drain out the background of my surroundings and refrain from crying again. I'm such a fucking crybaby. I have too much pity for myself I'm a joke.

I opened my eyes quickly as a loud thump was heard. I saw Aizawa's phone on the ground.

"Can you pick that up for me?" He asked pointing to his phone, still leaned back in his seat.

It was closer to me than him, and I didn't need to talk to him to give him his phone.

I reached down, grabbing the phone.