𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 130 | Seriously?

As much as it hurt my teeth like a bitch with the hard muscle congregating there, I don't let up until I feel myself break his skin.

He curses and pulls my hair, I wince, letting him go, but he keeps his grip on a few strands of my hair.

"Did you truly just bite me?" Aizawa asks, seeming as if he wants to bellow a laugh but he is too surprised.

"Guess, you fuckwad." I turn my head to the side of his face and spit his own blood on his cheek. "Let me down!"

He jerks his head to the side and sighs. "As you wish, my princess."

I kick my legs a bit in the air trying to see if I'm getting any closer to the ground but he is silent for a moment, unmoving. Then suddenly, he takes the back of my knees and yanks them hard, sending me backwards and up. I realize what he is doing too late as he slams me onto the ground like a sack of heavy potatoes.

I feel all the air whoosh out of me at once and I gasp for air helplessly, feeling immense pain flair in my chest.

I'm clawing at my neck, trying to force air in my lungs; lungs that feel like they are currently burning.

Aizawa crouches down and over my body. "Your wish is my command."

I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing myself over on my side as I practically choke to death. I feel Aizawa start to rub my back and instantly feel my fight or flight kick in.

"Is it too early to call a victor?" He smooths out, his hand tenderly rubbing my back.

I feel my chest calm but my resolve thicken and I continue to pretend to choke as well as cough. Before either of us can react, I swing my elbow back and connect it with his face, I hear a satisfying crunch as I land on my knees.

"Fuck." Aizawa groans, covering his mouth as blood seeps through his fingers.

I say nothing, my palms on the floor, ready to pounce like a wild animal.

Aizawa wipes the blood from his mouth and I get a glimpse of where he bit a small hole in his lip. I almost wince because that looked like it hurt, but I get defensive as soon as we make eye contact. He looks murderous but excited and it makes a foreign feeling fill my body. I start to push my body backwards, wanting to maintain a little space and his eyes dart to where my hands are, pushing me. I stop, watching his every moment, but he doesn't move, not even the slightest inch, except for his eyes.

"What's your plan here?" He asks, blood running from his lip as he speaks.

My eyes snag on the blood dribbling down his chin that is starting to soak the collar of his tank top.

I say nothing as I watch him, because even I don't know my plan here, but I do know that if he thinks he can get away with almost bursting my lungs, he's sadly mistaken. That bloody lip is only the beginning.

"You ever thought about a lip piercing before that?" I point at his lip, still on my knees and one palm.

"Haha." He drawls out, licking a bit of blood off his lip.

I narrow my eyes, trying not to zero in on his mouth as he pushes himself up, standing fully. I realize I may not have the best height advantage, or I actually may have the best height advantage.

"You know, you're the only one bleeding here, maybe we SHOULD just call a victor." I try and keep a grin off my face but am unable to as he glares down at me.

I stare up at him as he crosses his arms and narrows his eyes. I watch his biceps flex and then my eyes snag on the bite I left upon his shoulder, I snort.

"You're letting a woman best you, Shota." I curl my hair behind both ears, readying myself for the tantrum he might throw.

He closes his eyes briefly and strands of stray hair sway in front of his face. My eyes snag on his tank top, which is still being soaked with blood, slowly. I let my eyes travel and see that his tank top has come up slightly, and my eyes snag there.

I blush, now realizing I know exactly what he looks like fully unclothed.

"See something you like?" He says as he unfolds his arms and rests his hands on his hips, tilting his head. A strand of his dark black hair falls and settles across his eye.