of course monday rolls around again. i sit in my desk, tapping my mechanical pencil against the wood.
"so did you do anything fun this weekend?!" uraraka nudges my side in a friendly matter.
oh i did something fun...
"nah just caught up on cleaning around my apartment." i mean im not necessarily lying right now. i did clean up my apartment sunday night. but i spent all of friday and saturday at aizawas...
"sounds relaxing. i went to the movies and i-" uraraka starts blabbering about her weekend but my eyes shift toward the red head that just entered the room.
god i feel so crappy. i really need to make it up to kirishima. im not too sure how though. i mean what can i really even do in that situation? i really friend zoned him and he was so respectful about it.
his eyes dart up to me, feeling the presence of my staring.
he waves and smiles as if nothing happened. hes such a great guy.
i start to smile and before i put my hand up aizawa walks into the room.
i wave a small wave at kirishima and immediately feel daggers stabbing into me sent by aizawas eyes.
i direct my eyes to his and give him a smug look. i mean come on, im allowed to say hi to kirishima.
"-but yeah thats all i spent doing this weekend." she finishes her long summary and i smile at her.
"sounded eventful!" i say as if i was paying full attention.
aizawa starts his lesson of the day.
but all i can think about is what happened over the weekend. my stomach starts turning at the way he was making me feel.
we are finally making this relationship official. but of course in private.
i start think back to the conversation and his nasty words pop into my head.
my thighs squeeze together just at the thought. him bending me over on his desk and fucking the shit out of me. all eyes on us. every girl in class would be fuming over it. i mean who could not want to be fucked by someone like him?
i look around snapping back to the class. everyone is taking notes while i haven't picked up my pencil this whole lesson. god dammit i was stuck in my head again.
i feel my phone buzz in my pocket and dare to quickly peek at it. i slide it out slightly and look.
𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚: "what's on that pretty little mind y/n? you haven't wrote one thing this whole time."
i shoot my head up and see him sitting at his desk intently staring at me with a slight grin.
𝐲/𝐧: "nothing."
𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚: "oh really? the shifting in your seat like a bitch in heat tells me otherwise."
i inhale a bit in shock. was i really that obvious?
𝐲/𝐧: "it was nothing okay? drop it please."
𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚: "speak to me like that and i will have to teach you some manners brat. let me guess, were you thinking about me pounding into your tight little cunt on this desk of mine huh?"
my cheeks immediately swell up a bright pink color. i shove my phone back into my pocket and dare to look at his face right now.
he's licking his fingers turning a page while remaining eye contact with me.
i mouth the words, "i hate you so much." to him. picking up my pencil to start writing.
he adjusts himself in his seat, a tent formed beneath his belt. he mouths back, "stay after class".
my eyes shoot up in shock after seeing a glimpse of his pants. oh lord. is he hard?
fuck im so turned on right now.
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