𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 102 | Volume Down

Should I pick the lock? Ew, no, that's fucking creepy, and crazy. I'm not insane. Think of something witty. Damn it, light bulb. This is going to be embarrassing, degrading, but I can't think of anything else and I don't know how much longer I'll be patient.

I stood up, letting the door help me and turned for my apartment, passing the empty apartment, I opened mine, walking in. I closed the door behind me and locked it, heading for the conjoining door, no seconds thoughts, just a high adrenaline rush.

I pushed open the door and silently closed it behind me, turning on a very dim tall floor lamp. I walked over to a cushioned chair in the smack dab middle of the room. This must be where he was sitting the other night. My stomach fluttered at that.

I took a seat, and was surprised by the chill to it, a cold feeling. It made me shiver for a second but I brushed it off.

"Just come out." I yelled. "Can we talk?"

No response just the steady sound of voices lowering and heightening from the TV. Maybe I sound creepy, moving to the other door, connected to his place.

I stood up, walking over to the door taking a quick scan of the room. It's like this; I had a plan, he would let me in we would talk. That didn't happen so I'm just going with what comes to mind, right when I think it. Like right now, I'm just yelling. Maybe he'll open the door, maybe he won't. Right now he isn't but he will eventually. I just need to think of something smart.

"I can run around the field later, just answer the door, Aizawa." I cupped my hands over my mouth and pressed to the door yelling.

The volume increased a bit noticeably, and I groaned, loud, so he could hear.

This is humiliating, I'm not on my knees begging or anything. I'm not begging for him to accept me, I'm just asking to talk. It still feels annoying. This could have been so much easier if he just let me in when I knocked the first time. I planned to have a nice, long, mature talk. He's acting like a little boy having a tantrum, I don't understand why he isn't letting me in.

"I'll break down the door." I won't, I just need to sound crazy.

No sound, just the TV.

Alright I have an idea, I don't know if this will work or not. Kind of embarrassing and stupid but who knows.

"Holy shit, it's hot in here." I yelled, turning around.

I may have bad ears, but I swear the volume of the TV turned down just a smidge.

"Is there a fan in here?" I yelled, knowing there was no fan.

I'm not actually clueless and I'm not actually about to do anything, I just can't think of anything that has him opening the door. I mean who says he will now?

"I should have brought a swimsuit."

The volume stayed the same but it was still a little lower than before.

"What's under this is fine, I guess."

The volume went lower.

"Top's coming off."

It went a little lower, but it was still kind of loud.

"Off."

I went and walked over to the chair and sat down in it after hearing the volume lower just a hint again.

"Pants coming off."

I folded my fingers across my chest and sat forward with my head staring to the side at the door. I'm not actually taking anything off.

"Off." I said, loud.

The TV was now turned down to a point where if he walked I would be able to hear it.

"It's still hot, I think I'll just-"

I heard the loud padding of slow feet, and then the conjoining door slammed open.

"You lie an awful lot, you know that?" He grounded out, looking me up and down, fully clothed.

He gripped the door knob until his knuckle was white.

I stood up and walked over, "Let's talk." then strode past him, brushing his shoulder before he could slam the door in my face.

He stood still for a minute as I walked in and went straight to the couch. Eventually he closed it and turned around.

"This better be good for what you just did." He said, heading to the couch to be on the opposite side.

"It is."

He sat down and put his back to the corner of the couch, leaning his arms on the side rests.

He stared at me, sizing me up, he actually looked angry but calm. I don't know, I can't explain it but I'm not sure if I'm scared or excited.

"I'm sorry."

He lifted his eyebrows in mock surprise.

"That's a new one."

"No it fuc-" I stopped myself. "No it is not, I've said it before, just remember to listen."

He grounded his teeth and stared at me, waiting for me to go on.

"I know what I want, that's obvious." I looked down at my lap, suddenly becoming nervous and self-conscious.