𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

๛ 5 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟

~𐀔chapter five𐀔~

you stared at your reflection in the unfamiliar bathroom mirror, combing braids in your hair as you tried to recall the discussion from earlier.

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"let me stay over" you had asked and only looked over at him when after two minutes he still didn't answer.

"you won't answer?"

"you already know my answer, it's a waste of breath at this point," he said unfazed by your response and you sank into your seat.

"at least consider it bastard"

"why? you clearly plan to jump me" he said and your mouth opened wide in exaggerated shock.

"ha. and you think you're hot enough to jump? to make me horny." scowled and he narrowed his eyes at you before returning his gaze to the road.

'ahh that's the first that he ever glared at me so harshly' you thought to yourself as you shuddered.

"my parents are gone until noon tomorrow and I've left my keys. the only friend I have staying in the district right now is going through the aggressive stages of their rut. my neighbor migrated last month-"

"you really don't have to tell me your sob story brat. doesn't change a thi-"

"If I make you uncomfortable just kick me out and I'll go sleep at the police station" you said getting frustrated with the back and forth conversation.

"Or you can just stay at the police station all together?"

"nevermind!" you said grabbing a mint from your bag and crunching it between your teeth in annoyance when you saw the familiar buildings in your neighborhood

"This is fucking ridiculous"  Aizawa surprised you as he breathed in a laugh watching you angrily chew before dramatically making a U-turn in the road making you grip the leather underneath you.

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"brat. what are you doing in there so long...stealing" he called from outside when you were brushing your teeth and you washed out your mouth. every conversation with this man pissed you off.

"you have nothing good going on about you" you grumbled washing out your mouth and throwing water on your warming face.

'these clothes are way too big.' you thought eyeing your reflection again in the large grey T-shirt and red sweatpants that kept sliding off your hips 'and they smell like...pumpkin spice.'