𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 99 | Dead Asleep

The students fully left and I turned around to see Aizawa still dozed off. I sighed in disappointment, though, for what, I have no idea.

I walked over to the desk and around it. I want to bang on the table or make some type of loud sound to wake him up but then he would just break my neck. I'm not in the mood to fist fight him this second and maybe I am a little tired. I just wonder if he wanted to keep me after because he genuinely needed something or what?

I stared at him for a bit, gazing upon his silk waved black hair. It was still in his face. He was slunked down in his seat as I went to reach for my things. I bent down gathering my phone and whatever else I brought. Turning around I gave him one last glance and headed towards the door.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Then the door slammed in my face.

That scared the shit out of me.

I faced the closed door as I slightly looked up and to the right a bit to see an outstretched arm on the door. His hand was pressing to the door causing the muscles in his arm to be slightly flexed. His presence behind me was tall and close, the proximity begging me to mold myself to him.

"My apartment, you were dead asleep." I muttered, in hesitant anger and shock.

His free arm snaked around my front and around my stomach, then grabbed onto the opposite side's hip, hugging me to him only for a second before spinning me around fast. I gasped instinctively. He gripped onto that same hip and pushed me until my back met the door rather rough.

Am I having seconds thoughts?

"Aren't you tired?" I asked either with nervousness or excitement, feeling rather small in front of his tall frame.

"I'm always tired." He replied staring into my eyes, amusement plain on his face. He was always fucking amused, this dickhead loved to see me squirm.

No second thoughts, definitely not. Although, what are we even about to do anyway? We aren't doing anything to intimate, obviously. We are literally in our classroom.

"Are you angry with me or something?" I asked gazing up at him with my hands laid flat on the door behind me. He is completely towering over me, barely letting enough light hit his face. I'm staring up at him through my lashes. "Am I in trouble?"

I almost laugh at the word trouble, as I try to mock him to cover up how nervous I am.

"Do you want to be?" He asked huskily, his grip tightening on my hip as he gazes down at me through hooded eyes.

I wasn't ready for that.

"No?" I answered, giving a nervous laugh but shutting up when I see his gaze is anything but joking.

"Shame." He clicked his tongue.

He dove in closer and I held my breath, keeping my eyes on his lips.

"Why am I in here?" I ask, looking around, as if some other force is going to help me.

"You ignored me." He tilted his head, his hair moving to frame his own face, and gently grazing mine.

"So?"

"Don't ignore me. Ever."

I could feel his breath on my face and it made me close my eyes for a split second.

"What happens if I do?" I pressed, my eyes closed and that question only coming out as a breath.

I cannot believe I just asked that, since when am I THAT bold? My eyelids shot open again, adrenaline running through my maybe turned on system.

"What happens." He mocked, a corner of his mouth lifted only slightly as his fingers slowly started to go up.

His fingers were just a smidge cold and it made me jump a little when they met the bare skin under my shirt. His finger traced back and forth just above the hip he had just held. That bare skin becoming adorned with goosebumps.

If this is what happens then I better ignore him a lot more.

All of a sudden I felt a pinch that made me jolt.

"Pain."

I closed my eyes as his fingers switched to let his short nails trail instead. The nails dug a little deep and I hissed.

"Pain?" I asked, maybe still a little nervous but definitely turned on.

My eyes were completely closed but I could feel him lean in to be beside my head.

"I won't give you what you can't handle." He whispered, so close to my left ear it made me physically shiver. "Maybe."

I couldn't hear it but I felt it, he chuckled at my instant response.

"How do you know what I can handle?" I asked, opening my eyes again, not wanting to move.

He turned to the left a little, and he was so close I could hear his steady heartbeat. I couldn't turn my head in fear we would meet eye to eye and our lips would be too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself from kissing him.

He dove down and bit my collar bone in an instant. I yelped out in pain.

He lifted from my collar bone to speak onto my wet skin, "If you couldn't handle it you wouldn't still be here right now." I blew out air from between my teeth.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, almost breathless and very confused.

"You wanted to stay after class."

Fuck.

"No I didn't, I was leaving." I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing that first lie as I said it. I really was going to leave, albeit disappointed, but I won't mention that.

"I never fell asleep." He whispered, so close that I couldn't choose between shoving him away or pulling him even closer.

Never fell asleep? Does that mean he saw me stare at him, glance at him every second? Shit, no getting out of that.

"What you can handle, what you're thinking, what you want." He breathed onto my collar bone, perhaps a promise that my next words decided if he sunk his teeth in again. "I know it all."

"You don't know anything." I panted out.

I squeezed my mouth shut because the panting was an obvious sign.

"I know you want me everywhere, anywhere, on you." He responded, turning his head to the left to be face to face with my bare neck.

My face instantly grew red and heat bled into every part of my body.

"That isn't true." I bit out.

"It's not?" He started to get just a little higher on the side of my body with his finger tips.