𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 132 | Headbutting

I feel Aizawa let go of me and push me back as he lands on his ass, holding his head in his hands.

As he isn't watching I quickly start rubbing my head immensely as if it will make the pain stop throbbing. I see him start to move and instantly let my hands fall to my sides.

"Fine." Aizawa states, and that is all, before he stands up and starts walking to me.

I have an urge to run but don't know how far I'd get. Also, did he just brush off that headbutt like it was nothing? My head is banging.

I watch him, not realizing I've already started to slowly back up. His eyes narrow and I watch him walk like a predator ready to pounce. Not waiting for that one.

I dart to the side, running full speed to the other side of the room, deciding I'll lock myself in the bathroom.

As I run I hear nothing behind me and it makes me all the more scared as I reach the bathroom. I grab the handle of the door and am instantly yanked backward by a scarf around my waist. I gasp loudly, starting to reach for the scarf but am brought up then down onto the couch behind me. Air knocks out of me at once, not as badly as the other two times but I cough, my lungs aching.

"How many times must I knock you on your ass before you brand me the winner?" Aizawa asks, coming around the couch.

"Piss off." I say through heavy breaths, so thankful he decided to slam me on the couch instead of the ground.

Aizawa crouches beside me infront of the couch and I don't bother looking at him. I already know the smug look he'll have on his face.

"Who's bleeding and who's not?" I laugh at my own joke, which kickstarts a cough.

"Your lungs will burst by the end of the night the way things are going." Aizawa says, as I feel his stare bore into the side of my head.

"You wish." I finish coughing, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how Gizmo has not woken up from any of this racket. I gaze over to where he now lays on the floor in a heap of Aizawa's scarf.

"Actually I don't." Aizawa starts to use a finger to caress my cheek and I can't find the energy to jerk away. "Can we play a different game?"

I snap my head to him, causing his finger to jerk back. "This isn't a game Aizawa."

"Then what is this?" He puts his hands out, mocking me. "A fight to the death?"

"We'll see how the night goes." I narrow my eyes at him as he laughs, but I never made a joke.

"Or is this really about your ego?" He asks, watching my brows furrow. "You want to win a fight against me to make yourself feel better."

Before he can react I put my palm on his face and push his head away from me. "Fuck off."

He laughs watching me rise from the couch.

"I want to fight you because I'm mad at you, asshole." I stop at the side of him as he swivels on his knees to face me. "And I can't find it in me to fix this with words."

Aizawa raises to his full height and grabs my shoulders. "I was thinking the exact same thing."

I watch as he starts to lean in, tilting his head and I jerk mine back, my lip curling up. I watch as he starts to close his eyes and I take the palm of my hand, smacking him in the face.

I push off from him as he pouts at me. "You're no fun."

"I'm so sick of you being childish." I say, staring as he starts to put his hands in his pockets.

"I think you're just being too serious." Aizawa claims, shrugging.

"You are being serious enough!" I yell, my hands exasperatedly spanning out beside me. "Fight me, asshole!"

"I have been." Aizawa says, tilting his head, watching me almost pop a blood vessel out of anger.

I close my eyes briefly and open them, making eye contact with him, activating my quirk. Before he can use his quirk I gain his consciousness and see myself from his eyes.

I take a deep breath and start taking my scarf off, taking my time. Once I bundle it in my arms I start the slow process of willing it to come out from under Gizmo, who doesn't even bristle.

When I have it all in my arms I start to walk past my body and the couch, heading to the windows at the far end of my apartment. I reach the windows and unlatch the lock, chucking the annoying little scarf, out the window.