𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 103 | I Want

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

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

He tilted his head, in mock confusion. "You? Requests?"

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

"Easy." He slumped, crossing his arms which instinctively flexed his muscles, getting confident.

"Apologize." I asked, nervousness be damned.

"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. Even if it gets me entirely terrified.

He shifted in place, "Okay."

"Okay?"

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

"Are you sorry for every time you have made my life here miserable and left me feeling confused?" I pushed, my face obviously not letting up. This man cannot go unscathed.

"What?"

"Are you sorry." I gritted out, slowly leaning closer to the middle of the couch, almost preparing to fucking hit him.

He hesitated, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here, "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, I wanted to believe he was ashamed but I'm sure he was just annoyed.

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

"Fuck, alright." He took his hands and put them in his hair for a second. "Yes, I'm sorry, enough."

"I'm done." I sat in place, 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, which was probably for the best, I might lose my nerve.

"I stayed though." I sighed, leaning back on the couch and resting my chin in my palm. "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 admired his tired face and the weird look furrowing his brow.

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

He put an arm over the arm rest again and listened.

It felt nice letting everything out, and for once he was actually listening. Instead of being an asshole and disregarding me entirely.

"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. He didn't look entirely happy though. There's no way this dickhead wouldn't still want to torture me.

"What we are going to do will be separate during class, don't ever interfere unless it's important." I looked away, I didn't want to face him for this.

"What we are going to do?" He fought a small smirk from hitting his face, I could hear it.

"Let's get to that." I wanted to bite my nails for some reason, deciding to get down to business. "I don't expect you to be my boyfriend, I don't expect anything. What comes, comes."

"That's disappointing." He pouted.

I raised my eyebrows.

"You're saying you don't want to marry me and have my children?" This time a full on grin was spread on his face, like a smug devil.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."

"I'm not going to abuse you." He went on, seeming like he wanted to hesitate. "We don't have to have anything you don't want, but just know I won't be that much of an ass anymore."

"Maybe." He murmured.

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. Besides him saying maybe, little asshole.

"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. The ball is in his court.

"I won't physically abuse you but I'm not a gentle man." He stated, 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 consider yourself one."

I was speechless, my face flaring red so fast I had to spin away from him.

"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 slave? Sounds enticing, even though it definitely shouldn't.

"And you're sure of that?" He pressed, tilting his head forward. I forced myself to look at him again.

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

I shifted uncomfortably. There's no way I just agreed to fucking Shota Aizawa.

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

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

I'm treating this like business because I'm way too nervous to treat this like anything else.

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?"