Stuck To Me || Aizawa Shouta x Student Reader

Chapter Twelve

"Why do I?"I huffed, throwing a tantrum and stomping my feet.

"You're the one complaining about my "stench," Shouta said sarcastically.

"Why can't you call Mic to shower you," I said, already giving in and grabbing a towel.

"He lives on the other side of the town, Yn", Shouta exaggerated. He must have forgotten that I'd been to Mike's house, which was only an hour away.

"Whatever,  just Don't expect me to wipe your ass when you need to take a shit; I'm not your little maid," I said, shuffling into the bathroom.

Turning, I closed the door and faced Shouta, pulling up his plain black shirt.

"Oh, really, I expected you to be into that stuff, but I guess not," Shouta said, looking down at me with his shirt in my hands.

Feeling my face reden, I threw the clothing at his face and turned away to the bath faucet, hiding myself.

"Never, I'd rather see you in a maid dress," I said, imagining the cute site.

"Stop imagining and take off my pants," Shouta grunted, making me laugh at the absurd sentence.

Compliant, I wrapped a towel around his waist with my one good arm, which was tricky.

Once the cloth was tightly wrapped around him, you pulled his shorts and underwear off, ensuring the towel didn't show anything. Throwing all the clothing into the hamper, I started to unwrap Shouta's bandages in comfortable silence. My favourite part was unwrapping his face; I missed his face.

Everything was healed now.

With the last of his bangs off, I could see the damage the Nomou caused to his arms. The black, blue skin was littered with cuts.

I lightly brushed his skin with a sour taste in my mouth.

"Don't worry about me, YN; I'm a pro; it comes with the territory," Shouta whispered, his eyes softening.

"Ya, I know, I don't care", I sneered, retracting my hand.

Once Aizawa was sat in the witch tub, I squished some shampoo in my hand. I massaged the goo into his scalp, making him let out a grown.

"You're so gross," I mumbled, taking your hands from his shiny black hair.

"No, don't stop," he warned.

"No," you said briskly, picking up the shower head and spraying my teacher's face with high-pressure water. After several seconds of sputtering and gurgling, I turned off the water.

"Detention," Shouta couched, making me roll my eyes,

"You can't say that. This isn't school," I huffed, ranching conditioner in his hair.

"I can say what I want where I want," He said.

"Yes, you can, but it doesn't mean that nothing will come from it. Did you forget that in the one helping you," I said, smirking and, once aging, spraying him in the face.

Finally, he decided to shut up, which was a relief. Know, you could eye fuck him without being disturbed by the garbage from his mouth. Looking over the eye candy before me, my mind wondered as I scrubbed Shouta's mucely back. It's been a week since the USJ, and things have been going... different. I've been talking to Momo more. It was still awkward, but talking to someone who knew me, the actual me, was lovely. I have also put more effort into getting to know my classmates. I know almost everyone knows, except the quiet ones. Now that I think about it, Midorya looks a lot like Saito. Yikes.