𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 125 | Intruder

I scream, trying to stomp it with my foot as if it's a bug when it starts twisting up my leg.

"No-" I start trying to pull the scarf off my leg when I see more of it enter from under the door. My brave attempt at ripping the scarf on my leg off, was no use, it wouldn't budge.

The intruding part of the scarf at my front door starts crawling up the surface to the door's handle but I'm quick to grab it before it gets too far. The scarf instantly clings to my hand and twists around it then up my forearm, I tamp down a scream.

The scarf is like a soft kiss against my skin but I still claw at my arm and leg trying to get it off. The gray scarf starts twisting towards each end, pulling my hands to each other as well as my legs.

"Wait no- ASSHOLE!" I scream as I'm stiff as a board, the scarf spinning around me and binding me.

I have to watch as a piece of the scarf finally slithers up my door, to the handle, and it only reminds me of what a snake he is. Suddenly I'm pulled backwards and the door softly clicks open, slowly revealing Aizawa, who has one hand in his pocket and the other gripping the side of the door frame. He towers over the room, letting barely to no light come in from the hallway, and it almost instills fear in me for a moment. Almost.

"Enough with the names." He smiles to himself, quite smug with his scarf show-off and I can't help but sneer.

"This is breaking and entering, I could have you arrested." I say, but it falls flat even to me.

"You won't." He says, closing the door behind him, prowling to me.

As soon as that door closed, I could feel all my confidence leave me and almost my resolve, but I attempt to grasp at it.

"Don't be so sure of that, you criminal." My lip quivers as he gets closer, but I hide it.

"Criminal?" He tilts his head, black hair falling across one eye as he tightens the scarf around me without even moving.

"Sorry- intruder." I spit out, trying to push against the scarf and it's quite uncomfortable tightening.

He laughs and starts circling around me slowly, which instantly makes me nervous, I don't like my back to this psycho.

"A welcome intruder." He says with a grin on his face.

This asshole is so sure of himself it's honestly pissing me right off. "You are never welcome in my home, you and your pathetic scarf."

"Yet the pathetic scarf and I are in your home right now." He mocks as he stands back in front of me, which gives me little relief.

"Unwelcome." I spit at him, staring up at his smug face.

"Semantics." He shrugs, seeming amused with himself.

I try not to look him in the eyes, but his eye bags bring me to his dark pupils, the sadness I just faintly see. I roll my shoulders and look away.

"Don't act as if you are helpless." I hear a grin on his face as he continues to circle me. "You have a quirk."

He's testing me and I refuse to give in, this bastard doesn't deserve the satisfaction.

"Gizmo!" I yell. "Attack!"

Gizmo is fairly trained to claw and scratch intruders, I made sure of this. Yet I hear no padding of little feet, no meow nor purr.

"Gizmo?" I turn my head as much as I'm able and see him sleeping on a heap of Aizawa's fluffy scarf beside the couch.

Aizawa laughs at my attempt. "Cute as that was, I would like to talk."

"Yeah, well I don't want to talk to you." I say to wherever this loser is now.

"You just don't want a reason to not be upset with me anymore." He says, crossing his arms, so positive he's right about everything that comes out of his mouth.

"Oh, you are such a dickhead, what makes you so sure I'd believe you?" I ask him with disgust, rolling my eyes. "That I would forgive you?"

"Because I would be telling you the truth." He says to me, getting a step closer to my legs.

"Like you told me the truth the last night?" I say, smoothly, not missing a second to feel bad.

He flinches at that and I don't miss the hurt glint in his eyes as I tense up. "Could you stop bringing that up for one minute?"

I turn my head away from him and stare at the wall.

"Just-" He grabs my chin with his thumb and finger, turning me to face him as he crouches in front of me. "hear me out."