𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 119 | Bile And Questions

I woke up and dread filled me instantly. It was all a dream. Please, no. I felt bile rise in my throat and my airways stopped. Please don't tell me it wasn't real. I grabbed onto my throat and felt the sting of bile wanting to be thrown up.

"Woah, what's going on?"

I turned my head up so fast it made me spin and I saw black with rainbows for a second.

I gained my sight back to see Aizawa at my side concern etched into his brow.

I wanted to throw my arms around him, "Shit, I thought it was a fucking dream." I felt like crying but thankfully I didn't.

He was holding a plate of badly made eggs but good looking pancakes and bacon. I realized my upper half was naked as the cover slipped from me. The cold hit my chest like a whip and I pulled the covers back up.

"Cold in here isn't it?" He asked looking around as if searching for where it came from.

"Yeah." I bobbed my head to the plate. "That for me?"

He gave a long stare at the egg before setting it in my lap, "Yes." I tucked the covers under my arms.

I plastered a smile on my face to keep myself from laughing, "Wow." I stared down at the eggs.

I don't think he will ever learn how to properly make them.

I looked up at him to see anger and question in his eyes as he watched me, waiting for me to take a bite. I rolled my eyes slightly.

I wasn't going to disappoint him, especially after last night so I lifted the fork from the plate. I glanced up once more before I stabbed the egg and broke off a piece.

He watched as I made eye contact with him while I slowly slid the fork in my mouth.

I bit down and chewed, tasting an eggshell here and there and wincing. They were crunchy and burnt but I wasn't going to let him know that.

"So?" He asked.

"Oh." I opened my eyes after the long antagonizing first bite. "It was amazing, how did you learn to do that?"

He could see right through my lie but all he did was grin as he pushed off from the bed. I watched him walk to the kitchen. He wore a black T-shirt and dark grey sweatpants. I wish it was a sweatpants only morning, specifically because I'm the only one naked and that isn't particularly fair.

I lifted the cover to see my bottom half also naked.

Yeah, that's not fair, but I'm too groggy to strip him. I don't think he would let me either. Maybe if I prodded him to strip himself and jump in bed, he would. I doubt it, just because we fucked once doesn't mean we have an undying connection, although we are rather comfortable with each other. Which was odd the first time we got cozy, it was like we were husband and wife already.

Speaking of relationships, does this mean we are dating? This is difficult, if I bring it up will he close up and beat around it? I can't believe I thought because we fucked it would make everything easier, it didn't. This was harder.

I shoved the food into my mouth eager to be finished with it because I wanted to make a subtle attempt at interrogating him. This could all be a big problem.

I finished the food hesitantly before I wrapped the covers around me because I couldn't find my clothes. I stood up and walked over to the kitchen where his bar sat. I took a seat on one of the stools as he was busy washing dishes, and putting away dishes. I thought he had a magic dish washer?

"What are we?" I blurted out.

He stiffened, and stayed still, it didn't even look like he was breathing. My breath caught in my throat, and fear washed over me. His reaction triggered panic in me.

His hands gripped the counter edge in front of him and his head faced down.

"I-" He sucked in an angry breath. "Fuck."

"I wouldn't bring this up if I wasn't confused." I say, distressed.

"I know, shit." He says. "I just-"

One of my hands started shaking.

"I haven't done this shit in a while." He turned around. "I mean, sweetheart, you fucking hated me 5 seconds ago."

His hand gestures out as the other ran through the hair on the top of his head.

"Because you never had sympathy, you never apologized for anything." I can't meet his eyes as I talk. "Can you blame me for hiding how I felt?"

He tried to start a sentence but failed, "No." he said, and I sighed.

"Even though; shouldn't we like, take this shit slow or something?" He turned his head up.

"Aizawa, you fucked me on our desk just hours ago!" I slammed my hand on the table.