𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 98 | Forgotten

The class was pretty quiet so I was hoping I could hear his footsteps quick enough outside the door to be ready. What am I going to say to him?

Should I even mention it? He obviously saw it, the wallet is literally in the shorts pocket, which is by the panties. Is he going to say anything? I'm not going to apologize even though I shouldn't have sent him in the first place, I should have remembered what I left on the damn ground. Should I just let him say something? Yes, let it flow. Flow.

Footsteps sounded outside of the door. I turned quickly to face the students and played a straight face. The door opened but I couldn't help turning my head.

Our eyes met and my breathing stopped.

Aizawa and I weren't breathing, it seemed as if for a moment time was still.

He kept his gaze steady as a blazing fire danced wildly in his eyes. So many promises in just that burning gaze I almost wanted to hold him to them, this very moment. A small grin spun his face as it twitched, refusing to become any bigger than that, even though it wanted to. I could see just how he wanted to mock me. His eyes were narrow and playful, he's a spawn of satan if I've ever seen one.

It took my soul, being, and my whole fucking body to look away from that captivating stare.

He saw it. He saw it.

Of course he fucking saw it. I'm shaking with unmet nervousness and adrenaline I don't know how to control. I'm trekking on this adrenaline rush right now. So help me, I might faint.

Just as soon as Aizawa opened the door, he rounded the desk and sat in his chair after dropping the keys in front of me. What felt like an eternity of staring into each other's souls was only a second. His phone automatically turned on with a small ding. The same notification I had given him decided to ding again to remind him I had texted. Fuck.

Aizawa grabbed the phone and opened my message. No. No.

He turned his head only a little to side-eye me, and I pretended not to notice. My face flaring red so fast I had to moved my hair to cover my face.

He knows I know now. Aizawa knows that I know he saw it.

Is this even that big of a deal? I don't know, but this adrenaline rush is treating it like it is.

And I completely decided I'll be staying after class. Is that a bad thing?

I impatiently checked the time without him noticing. 20 minutes. They can't go by any fucking slower.

My foot tapped on the floor nervously.

This man knows what he wants, I don't. I don't necessarily think I even get to choose that either, considering bad people don't get good things. Although, I do know I want this, the only reason I'm getting it is because we are both bad people. This man is an asshole and evil incarnate, there's no such thing as 'good person' in his book.

My phone pinged and vibrated in my hand. I pressed on the notification.

'Don't worry, I didn't touch anything.'

Shit. He's not saying he didn't see anything, he obviously saw it. Didn't touch anything? He touched my wallet, which means he touched my shorts. It was sarcasm. Shit, what did he touch?

'You better not have fucking stolen anything.'

'Nothing that didn't already belong to me.'

'The hell is that supposed to mean?'

'I didn't steal anything, I gave you your wallet, now grab that stick out of your ass.'

"Asshole." I mumbled and turned my phone off, crossing my arms.

What the hell is he talking about? Nothing that didn't belong to him? Nothing in my fucking apartment belongs to him. Whatever, as long as he didn't actually steal anything I don't care. He's just pissing with me, a-hole.

5 minutes passed and I was just staring off at the students. They conversed in groups and laughed. Aizawa was to my right with his head resting to the side of him, fighting sleep. I'm getting tired too, but I don't think I'll be able to nap even if I wanted to. I'm running on adrenaline from the fear of unknown.

Another 5 minutes passed and I decided to fully look over at Aizawa. His head was hung low in front of him while his arms were crossed against his chest. His hair was in his face fully so I couldn't see him. I slowly turned back to face the front.

I wonder what he wants with me after class anyway. I'm kind of tired of ignoring him outside of texting. Am I in trouble? Is he going to beat the shit out of me till I say 'sorry for not talking to you'? Bull.

I glance over again. He probably won't even be awake enough to hit me. If he's dead asleep I'll just go back to my apartment. Escape more torment.

Now that I think of it I thought I heard a rumor he slept in a yellow sleeping bag. That he would keep it in class, and whenever he felt he was dozing off he would just fall asleep in it. I suppose that was a myth, because I was told he never let it leave his side and I haven't seen it even once. I'm kind of relieved, to be honest, it would probably be gross.

10 minutes finally fucking passed and a defeaning bell rang throughout the classroom alerting students to leave.

I stood up to see the students out and say goodbye. They smiled at me and others said goodbye back. Then certain blonde haired ones didn't say anything at all.