𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 103 | I Want

"Isn't it?" He sighed, mocking me.

"I came here to apologize but I'm not going any further until you answer to my requests." I said, looking back up at him.

He tilted his head, "You? Requests?"

"Yes, answer them and I'll admit everything."

"Easy." He slumped, getting confident.

"Apologize." I asked.

"Apologize?" He asked, baffled.

"My second request is for you to tell me what you want." I laid out, no regrets, no turning back, what's said is said.

He shifted in place, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'm sorry, done." He said, short and curt.

"Are you sorry for every time you have made my life here miserable and left me feeling confused?" I asked.

"What?"

"Are you sorry."

He hesitated, "Yes, sorry."

"Are you sorry for every time you made me feel terrible about being here and being me?"

"I-"

"Sorry?"

"Yes." He wasn't looking me in the eye.

"Are you sorry for leading me on and making me feel alone?"

"Fuck, okay." He took his hands and put them in his lap. "Fuck, I'm sorry, just stop."

"I'm done." I sat, feeling so satisfied I decided to be silent before I asked for my second request.

Everything felt like it was being lifted off my shoulders, it made me feel free. There is bare to no burden I'm feeling. Im floating, this excitement is really hitting me and it feels amazing, I can't believe he apologized. He wanted me to stop talking, it was getting to him. Does he actually feel bad about how he had made me feel?

"I'm a good teacher, a great teacher." I went on. "You were so close to ruining it I wanted to just leave so I didn't have to go through it anymore."

He wouldn't look at me.

"I stayed though." I said. "I don't know why so don't ask me, but I'm glad I did."

He actually looked up at that, and lifted a brow.

"I also don't know why I'm glad but I just am."

He put an arm over the arm rest and listened.

It felt nice letting everything out, and for once he was actually listening.

"I'll continue to be an amazing teacher because you won't be able to ruin me anymore, from this day forward."

He stared at me, I didn't need him to nod, he understood. I still felt like explaining it, I wanted to say it out loud.

"What we are going to have will be separate during class, don't ever interfere unless it's important."

"What we are going to have?" He fought a small smirk from hitting his face.

"Let's get to that." I said, getting into business. "I don't expect you to be my boyfriend, I don't expect anything. What comes, comes."

"That's sad." He said.

I raised my eyebrow.

"You don't want to marry me and have my children?" This time a full on grin was spread on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, shut up."

"I'm not going to abuse you, I see what I've done to you." He went on. "We don't have to have anything you don't want, but just know I'm not treating you like that anymore."

My eyes were wide. That's the first time he's ever been sincere. I wish my brain had hit record in time, I wish that was burned into my mind.

"Just know I am-" He gestured with his hand out, speaking without words, 'sorry', as if he didn't want to say it again. "Okay? I am."

He wanted to put a cap on the apologizing, he obviously hated it.

Alright next request.

"What do you want then?" I asked, keeping a smile off my face in anticipation.

"I won't mentally abuse you, nor physically but I'm not a gentle man." He said, staring at me, making sure I was paying attention. "I'm not good at aftercare, I'm not good with relationships, it's a good thing you aren't expecting much."

"Aizawa." I closed my eyes in impatience. "What do you want."

"To fuck you." He said simply. "You aren't going to be a slave, but with me, you may as well be a fucking ragdoll."

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Well okay.

"What do you want?" He arm was still draped over the side as he crossed his legs at the ankles.

"The same." Definitely the same. A ragdoll? Sounds enticing.

"And you're sure of that?" He pressed, tilting his head forward.

"Yes, this time, for real, yes." I sighed out, keeping my eyes open, trying to remain a stare with him.

I shifted uncomfortably.

Standing up on almost noticeable wobbly legs I went over and stood in front of him.

"Well, that's that." I said, putting out my hand to shake his.

I'm treating this like business because he's treating it like it is too.

He uncrossed his ankles and put both of his hands in his lap, then hunched over.

He was laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked, annoyed. "What's funny?"