𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chaoter 129 | Block

Aizawa doesn't have enough time to move and he chokes on his breath as I land a hit on his stomach.

I laugh at him and watch as he quickly regains his composure, which should upset me but all I feel is the need to hit him some more.

"Oh, did that hurt you?" I fake pout at him, shoving my hair over my shoulder.

"Was it supposed to?" I stop pouting instantly and grit my teeth, which was the exact reaction he wanted, so he grins.

I wear socks on my feet along with shorts and a tank top, him and I seem to be in the same boat thankfully. Yet, these socks are pissing me off, but I don't want to take the time to remove them, that would give him an opening.

I run forward and his face shows a flash of confusion as I twist right when I come upon him, coming behind him. He isn't fast enough to catch me so I take the time to kick the back of his knee, hard, and he falls forward onto that knee. Before he can react I grab a hold of the knot of hair he just took his time tying up and I yank it back. His head now faces me and I momentarily take in the beauty of his features.

The light shines upon the hard lines around his mouth and his lips part partially as he breathes. His eyes are amused and dance with light tirelessly.

I snap myself back to reality and speak. "Do you think you deserve my forgiveness?"

He licks his lips and I can't help but have my attention snagged to his mouth.

"I deserve nothing from you." Aizawa breathes, seemingly unfazed by me gripping his hair, but his breath is almost lost. "Yet I want it nonetheless."

"What don't you want, you man whore?" I want to spit in his face but something about this angle is making me a little nervous and all of a sudden I hope he speaks again because I can't find any words.

Aizawa watches me, his eyes scanning over my face, taking their time. "I don't want to be with anyone else, Elektra."

I scoff. "Smooth."

A corner of his mouth lifts up and I narrow my eyes. "You are right, you deserve nothing from me."

He is silent, thankfully, as he patiently lets me speak.

"But you can earn me."

His eyes squint and he seems to hold in a smile. "Earn you?"

I nod, not being able to speak as our eyes meet.

"Are you saying if I win this fight, you are mine?" I watch him bite his lips momentarily and I forget that I'm supposed to answer that.

"If you win this fight, fair and square, I forgive you." I shake my head, glancing away from his face. "And we'll go from there."

"Endless possibilities." He croons, and I roll my eyes.

I take this time to take the knot on his head and use it to yank him forward, pushing him onto his hands.

"If I win, you leave my apartment, and leave me the hell alone, Aizawa." I say, getting back into stance as he breathes slowly, still resting forward on his palms.

"You don't really want that though." Aizawa almost whispers. "Do you?"

I've had enough of these stupid rhetorical fucking questions. I grunt and strike out my fist, waiting to hit true, but it never does.

Aizawa snatches my fist and yanks me down to him. I gasp, landing on his back as I lose my footing. The wind almost knocks out of me with how hard his back is but thankfully I only cough pathetically once. I panic, instantly using my palms on his back to push myself up but I don't get far. Aizawa starts to stand an I desperately grip at his tank top not to fall when he suddenly puts one of his arms around the back of my knees. He stands fully and I realize I am folded over his shoulder, instantly my reaction is to start beating on his back with my fists.

He laughs, and uses his other hand to hold just above the back of my lower thigh and I tense up. My face heats up and I become breathless, frightful. I beat harder on his back to no avail, as it is only bruising my fingers.

"I am not a child!" I grit, trying to use my weak nails to scratch him through his tank top, but surprise, it doesn't work. "Put me down!"

Aizawa says nothing as he starts to walk, to where I'm unsure but I panic and lean my head to where his other shoulder is. I take no time to open my mouth and bite down on his bare shoulder, hard.