𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 101 | Friday

I can't do anything, I can never speak up. I couldn't back then and I can't now. I'm a pussy.

I can't help but think about Friday. Present Mic's birthday. Today is Wednesday, so that leaves today and tomorrow. I have to fix this or something I don't know. I had a whole fucking mental pep talk about how I deserve this and how I was going to accept this but was I really ready? Maybe not at that moment but I was just slapped in the face by reality.

I feel like I can see things now, he just spat out my thoughts directly to me. He wants to hear me say it though. Can I do that? Not like he deserves it but honestly he's right, he's not that much of a liar. He's big on sarcasm and stupid jokes but he hasn't really lied to me. At the same time I don't see him coming out and telling me that he wants me. Who is he to say fucking anything? I never once heard him say he wanted anything. He was just stating what he believed I wanted.

He's in the wrong too, asshole, he thought he had the upper hand. Preaching like he knew everything.

I sighed. Still, I need to find a way to do something. I want to be at that party, not because I want to go but because I want to go with him. I want to show up at the party with him. I want people to see us. Would he want that? Woah, I can't believe I just said that, there's no way I really want that. Do I? Am I jealous, obsessive, protective?

I imagine him and me, on our desk and I want to slap myself. All I had to do was admit it, then I wouldn't be here. Alone.

Should I show up at his door like he showed up at mine? Or should I leave him alone until tomorrow? I feel like it's too fresh to pick at right now. I can fix this, but not right now. I don't even think I'm ready for it right now.

I lazily headed back to my apartment, disappointed in myself and hesitantly fell asleep, scared for tomorrow. My dreams filled with Aizawa.

Waking up I put on clothes with no effort and no care to what I was wearing. I was angry with myself and didn't care to look good. Then, I said goodbye to Gizmo for the day and headed to class. My first period with All Might went by without problem, we chatted for a little and he taught the class. The second period that only I taught consisted of me taking the students out to the field so I could get fresh air and clear my head.

When it came time for my third period I realized I was quite nervous to face Aizawa. I hesitated before finally opening our classroom door, hyping myself up.

Walking in I spotted an empty desk and a class full of students. I sat and waited for him to enter. Subconsciously depending on his entrance.

He didn't show up. I had been spacing off the whole day, thinking about what I was going to do. I wasn't sure, but I had an inkling and at the end of class that inkling became bigger.

When class ended I went back to my apartment and put on a black tank top and jogging pants. Then I left my apartment.

Aizawa's not sick I know he isn't. I think he's just taking a break, from me.

I stood in front of his door and without hesitation knocked with both my fists. Then I stood straight and waited, a little impatiently.

I heard shuffling after a minute or so and then the door opened only a slit. Aizawa's dark sleepy eye appeared, half covered in black messy hair, assessing me.

"Hey-" I didn't get to finish before the door closed in my face.

Fair.

I banged both of my fists again, louder this time, with a tight smile plastered on my face.

I heard the shuffling of feet again, but this time they were walking away.

I banged even harder.

The shuffling came faster this time and the door opened quickly but he was careful to only open it a slit.

"Let me in." I demanded, narrowing my eyes.

"No." Then he shut the door, again.

How is he going to say come to him when I can admit what I want but won't even let me in the damn door?

"Do I actually have to run?" I yelled, still banging my fists on the door.

"Yes." He grunted back from far behind the door.

"I'm mentally running, let me in." I tried to joke; make him loosen up a bit and open this fucking door.

"No."

"Stop being an a-hole, I'm here to apologize."

"Your fist going to start swinging at me?" He gritted, muffled through the door, which I stopped banging to hear.

"Haven't decided, but open this door and there will be a lower chance."

I heard walking, but away from the door.

I started banging on the door again and then kicking with one foot.

"I can stand here all night." I shouted, cupping my mouth with my hands and leaning on the door.

"That's what you will do then." He growled, more muffled than before.

I groaned and turned around to have my back to the door. Sliding down to the ground I had my legs flat out and my hands folded in my lap.

"You fucking asshole, just let me in." I yelled, basically pouting like a child now.

"Calling me an asshole won't make me open that door." He answered back.

"What do you want me to call you then?"

Then the TV turned on, not loud but at a volume that lets me know, 'shut the fuck up'. Groaning again I started to get gears turning in my head for a plan.