𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 128 | Fight to the Death?

"What?" Aizawa sputters out in disbelief, almost smiling but unsure if I'm being serious.

"Get the fuck up Aizawa, I'm done with the games." I spit at him, getting impatient but also fearful my confidence will leave me just as soon as I got it. "You want to see just how much you hurt me?"

He doesn't speak as he rests on his hands, still staring up at me, breathing just a slight bit heavier. I don't let my gaze run past his face because I know what his white tank top will display all too well.

"Let me show you." I back up from him and put my hand out, motioning to him.

He sits back on his hands, dumbfounded, but he wrings his head back and laughs. "God, you are so sexy when you're all fierce."

"Fight me you dirty looking prick." I get into my usual stance, one foot in front of the other, and block with my hands.

"Dirty looking?" Aizawa pushes off the floor and comes to his full height, slowly walking to me. "You don't really mean that."

"Come find out."

"You are trouble." He stands in front of me, gazing down at me with those damn beautiful eyes.

I swing quickly, tired of the wordplay, but he slides to the side, missing my blow but grabbing my arm instead.

He yanks me to him, my hands on his chest as I snap my head up to him. Aizawa looks down at me with a look I can only decipher as wonder and admiration, then he grins.

"We don't have to fight with our fists, there are other-" I don't let him finish that dirty sentence as I push him a few inches away from me. Which turned out only me pushing myself off of him, he didn't budge.

Aizawa tilts his head at me and his hair slides across his face. "You are no fun." He pouts, and then takes a moment to tie his hair back.

"You don't know what fun is" I take this moment to jab him in the side and he grunts.

"Cheap shot." He breathes, letting his hands fall to his sides. His hair is now up in a messy knot and stray strands sprout around his face.

I start to move sideways, and he follows, still not getting into a defensive pose like I am, which pisses me off.

I kick my leg out and drag it, attempting to take his leg out from under him but he's too quick, he sidesteps it.

"Who taught you how to fight?" Aizawa asks, mocking me.

I refrain from repeating the sentence back to him because that would just be childish, so instead I huff and dart out my fist. He dodges it, sliding his hands in his pockets.

"I'm getting bored, isn't there anything else you'd like to do?" He watches me intently through low and amused eyes. "I'm sure there are other ways I can earn your forgiveness."

"Fight me or I'll make you, Aizawa." I lift my fists up to my face, truly meaning every word I say.

"I don't doubt that." He says, looking as if he ponders that for a bit, then he finally takes his hands out of his pockets. I watch him as he gets in the same stance as me, then he grins, nodding for me to hit first.

I groan, getting sick of being the one to hit first, but I oblige, kicking my leg out again to break his stance. He slides backwards but not fast enough, I get a hit on his shin and he gives a small grunt.

"Why are you fighting like a pussy?" I ask him, hoping to rile him up. "You getting too old to properly fight, old man?"

Aizawa fights a smile and it catches my eye for a moment, which is the exact second he decides to take him palm and shove my chest.

I go sliding backwards, wheezing for breath, and he looks at me quite smugly. "What makes you think I'm old?"

I wheeze out a laugh and get back into stance, glaring at him. "How about you answer that for me, you decrepit grey weirdo."

"I am not getting grey." Aizawa says, his eyes narrowing as if that actually pissed him off. "I'm not much older than you."

"Sure, a few decades isn't much is it?" I mock, reining my breath to calm.

"Yet it doesn't seem to bother you." Aizawa grins, watching me inch closer. "Does it?"

I grit my teeth. "You are a pervert."

He laughs. "Do you perhaps-" Aizawa rolls his neck, cracking it. "prefer me older, Elektra?"

I fake vomiting in my mouth which distracts him, and I take that holy moment to punch up and under his block.