𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 119 | Bile And Questions

Aizawa took that as a sign to get everything back on each other. His button up sat open on his body and he let me have the suit jacket.

"Maybe you shouldn't have ripped your shirt open like Hulk." I stated, looking at the button up with no buttons.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "You saying you wouldn't rather it like this?"

I rolled my eyes and made myself busy with getting my dress back on. I only worried about the bottom of it, considering I already had a suit jacket to cover my top half. I finished pulling the dress up halfway and went to grab my shoes.

"I got that." He said, rather stern, insinuating to my shoes.

I turned to look at him and he had already pulled his dress pants back on. He was staring down at me as he buckled his belt. I watched shamelessly with watering eyes. He adjusted himself as he worked and I couldn't help the feeling in me to just rip those pants back off of him.

"You think you can walk?" He asked, curious and tilting his head, his eyes hooded. He had finished buckling his belt and was now pointing to my legs.

"Maybe." I murmured, standing up straighter and attempting to walk.

My legs disagreed with this action and became jello. Aizawa chuckled and made a fast move to grab my arm, wrapping it around his neck. He hugged my body to his side and hid his smile.

"Fuck you." I said through narrowed eyes. "Dickhead."

He only bit his lip and walked us swiftly out of the classroom, shutting it behind us. I'll have to remember to lock that next time, I'm such an idiot.

Aizawa led us both through the empty dark hallways that were now thankfully familiar to me. I got a nervous rush at the thought of someone seeing Aizaws and I like this. It dissipated when I realized the party still had an hour or so and everybody was either there or at their apartment. The school was only open for the infirmary and the birthday party.

Did I want someone to see us? I mean we are 'real' now right?

My head was spinning as Aizawa was making his way to the apartments. Somewhere along the way I got very limp with how exhausted I was, Aizawa took that as a sign to carry me. I had fallen asleep in this position, my head leaning on his bare chest, the button up doing nothing to cover it.

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 let out.

"Woah, what's going on?"

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

I just as quickly 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, pretending to give my tits a little privacy.

"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, and I now realized his upper half was naked. He wore grey sweatpants and I couldn't help but stare at his torso, I don't think I'll ever get used to abs like those.

"Oh." I shook my head to myself. "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. I gazed at his back muscles and longed to paint that skin with scratches. I suppose it's fair that both of our upper half's are naked.

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. I shook that embarrassing notion from my head because I couldn't imagine Shota Aizawa getting married to me.

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, all subtlety be damned.

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 a terrible 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, talking fast.

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

One of my hands started involuntarily shaking for some reason.

"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. His hair was long and hitting his shoulders, looking quite messy in the morning light.

"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. I watched his body relax in defeat as he crossed his arms.

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

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