𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 111 | Trash

I quickly step forward, pulling Aizawa's arm down from where it looked like it still was wanting to strangle the man. I noticed his scarf trying to emerge from the back pocket of his pants stop and still. I suppose that looked a little intimate but that was the last thing on my mind when seeing the murderous look on Aizawa's face.

Golden boy muttered a few curses under his breath before brushing himself off and storming out of the party.

Aizawa stood still for a minute gaining his composure. I grabbed his hand, willing him back to the land of the living and he turned, remembering that I was there.

He sighed and I didn't know whether to be aroused about what just happened or what.

That was definitely hot, even though I'll have some type of breakdown later. How fun.

"Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over my hand, I jolted, extremely surprised by this. Where's the asshole I'm used to?

I subtly nodded, letting an assuring smile grow out. He let out a relieved sigh and there was a short silence. I realized how awkward this was and let go of his hand immediately.

"So, wanna dance?" I asked in almost a laugh, wanting to forget everything that just happened instantly.

"Yes." He breathed out, grinning, letting himself come back to the fun of the party.

He gripped onto my hips, pulling me a little closer to him and I gasped, averting my gaze. He looked far too good right now for me to keep eye contact and not become a puddle on the floor.

"You're suppose to put your arms around my neck, sweetheart." He whispered, trying to catch my eyes.

I felt my face go dark red, "Right." I said quickly, doing just that, trying to focus.

"So, how's the party so far?" I asked, jokingly, trying to make conversation to avoid anything else.

"Alright, except for the fact I've been hungry the entire time." He let his eyes trail down my figure as he tilted his head down.

I noticed him keep his gaze on my tits the longest.

"Want to take a trip to the food table?" I asked, feeling my entire body go hot under his eyes.

"How oblivious." He commented. "No."

"How's the party been for you?" He asked, trying to keep the annoyance from his voice. Perhaps pouty I wouldn't play along, but I'm too nervous and hyped on adrenaline.

"A rollercoaster." I sigh, letting my fingers intertwine with a few loose strands of his messy hair.

"A good one?" He asks, his eyes narrowing a bit.

"Maybe." I trail out, my hands ever so slightly starting to slowly caress the back of his neck.

He grins, letting his hands circle around to my back and lay just above my ass.

"What if someone sees us?" I dart my eyes around warily.

"What if?" He says, looking around carelessly. "If they want to come over and tell me to hop off you, then by all means."

I fight a smile. "Yet you were afraid to come in with me?"

"I guess something just set me off." He grits.

His eyes darkened as 'Elle Duhe's In The Middle Of The Night' came on.

Sensual, I like this song. No, I love it.

I just now realize that him and I have never kissed, even though we have come daringly close. Is he saving it? That's a sweet thought.

I felt my hips start to sway easier as he guided them to help. He clicked his tongue when I met his eyes again and I averted my gaze again to his chest.

He was rather tall and the top of my head was center with the middle of his chin.

I decided to keep my gaze and lock eyes with his. He reacted by guiding my hips to meet up against him. His dick noticeably pressed into my stomach and I instantly turned into liquid.

My eyes darted to his lips then quickly back to his eyes as he stared down at me. In this light he looked beautiful, sexy, all things wrong that I wish weren't true. Some of his hair was loose in thin messy locks, framing some of his face. His eyes caught on my lips as I subconsciously started to bite at them, he fights a smirk.

Then the chorus started to kick in. He pushes my hips back and unclasps my hands from his neck. He puts one of my hands on his shoulder and he puts his hands on the sides of me. He then takes my free hand and before he does anything, he smiles.

A, genuine. Fucking. Smile.

My eyes widen and I just want to kiss him in that moment but before I can he lifts my arm above my head and guides me into a spin.

The chorus hits extremely loud as the spin abruptly ends and he lets that hand fall to my back letting me lean far backwards. I throw my arm out above my head and close my eyes, smiling.

In that moment everything starts to click and turn into place, it all feels weird, like, right. The comfortableness of being in the presence of someone, it hits me like a type of nervousness. I don't really know what I mean or what I'm talking about but it feels like he's doing something me? Like what? Maybe the years I spent in sadness, thinking nothing would get better as everyday repeated, are being healed. That's so fucking cheesy.

I stare at him through lidded eyes and it's obvious what's expected next. A kiss.

I rapture, with many feelings at once, like an overload, but for some reason my reaction is uncalled for. In seconds I stand straight up, pushing him away by his chest and staring at him. Hurt and confusion flickers in his eyes and I spin my head. Then, in that moment, with no reason and no idea why: I recoil and run away. It confuses even me, and a ball of guilt forms in my stomach immediately.

I run, my heels clicking on the tile, as a pang of pain stings my ankle.