𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 133 | Control

I close the window back and latch the lock, feeling satisfaction flare through my chest. Then I decide I'm over this freak and start to head to the front door. I spare myself a glance and see my messy long hair in tussels along my back. I also see marks over my body from where I skidded on the floor, as well as my white bunny shirt and black pajama shorts.

I pass myself up and reach the front door, turning the knob and letting Aizawa's body out into the hallway, deciding to end my quirk.

I come back to my body and gasp in a breath, looking around, then I run to the front door right as I hear Aizawa bang into it from the other side. I lock the front door quickly and peek into the peep hole.

I laugh to myself, deciding I don't want to fight this loser if he isn't going to be serious.

I start walking to Gizmo, deciding I need a bath.

Then I feel my brain fizz into action as my intuition kicks in and I glance at the connecting door to the other apartment. I dart to the door willing my legs to go faster.

When I reach the door, I start to grab the knob but feel it  turn quickly. The door swings open and I slide back out of its way as Aizawa enters. My steps stutter as his gaze lands on me, and I stop in my tracks.

"You want a fight?" Aizawa asks, stepping into the room and slamming the door behind him, which causes me to jump. "Then you got one."

Aizawa begins walking forward but I'm a little stunned so all I can do is walk backwards. I feel the cough hit the back of my knees and I scamper to sidestep it, trying to keep my eyes on Aizawa.

"Don't get scared now." Aizawa rasps, watching my every move like a hawk as he begins to give a smoky laugh.

I get past the couch after feeling my way around, scared he'll strike while I'm not looking. I walk backwards still, ready to be backed into a corner, where I can kick and scratch with purchase.

Aizawa strides, his arms slowly swinging beside him as he holds a small grin on his bloody lips, which he begins to lick.

I suddenly hit a table, which I soon realize is my dinner table and I panic, knowing it's a pretty long table. I glance at the table in almost fear as I realize I stopped moving. I snap my head back to Aizawa and hes directly in front of me, drifting his hand out to my hair.

I swallow a gasp at his sudden close proximity and stare up at him. His dark eyes tell no tales as his hair slides across his face momentarily.

I watch his hand as I am unable to move, he curls a piece of my hair around his finger then lets it fall, folding it behind my ear. I almost lean into the slight touch then feel his palm slide down my neck which causes an involuntary shiver that he grins at. Then his hand starts to slide down the side of my shoulder and arm, stoping at my forearm.

I gaze down at where his hand slowly starts to grip my forearm softly. Then before I realize what he's doing he takes his other hand and grips my shoulder tightly, spinning me around. With his other hand he quickly pins my arm to my back as his primary hand grips the back of my neck, slamming me onto the table face first.

I grunt, wheezing, already use to losing my breath by now and just letting out a groan.

Suddenly I hear a click of a lock and I feel the urge to turn my head towards it, but I don't need to, I know what it is. The window creaks open and I hear a soft rustling, that soon starts getting closer as what I know all to well is that stupid scarf slithering on the floor.

"I hate that thing." I mutter, my cheek pressed into the hard table.

"No you don't." Aizawa clicks his tongue.

I manage to roll my eyes, as I realize my opposite arm is free on the table. I drag it down the table and start trying to swing and scratch wherever he is behind me, but it is to no avail. Instantly I feel his scarf crawl up and around my ankles, securing them together and I screech, tired of being helpless.

A separate part of the scarf soon crawls up the rest of my body and takes the wrist of the arm Aizawa holds down, tying around it. Then the scarf suddenly pulls my arm up in front of my head and slams it on the table above me. The scarf starts to venture towards my other arm but I put up a struggle, not wanting to let this damn thing win.

I grab the scarf, trying to tug at it and it takes the chance to spiral up my arm. "No-"

The scarf pulls my arm above my head and slams it on the table, connecting with the other hand, which stretches my arms fully out. Then I feel the scarf tug once, harshly, and feel my body skid forward until the table edge reaches where my thighs meet my hips.

My feet aren't touching the ground at this point and I feel confusion dart through me. I then remember I'm wearing shorts, loose pajama shorts that do nothing to cover my ass, which is now on full display to the whole damn neighborhood.