Pull Chapter 3: Room 69

You yawned again, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your mouth extended to its fullest.

“I can’t wait to fall into bed.” You thought as you rubbed your eyes. “Room number 96… 9…6… 9-.” -You yawned loudly mid thought- “6..9…69…. room 69….”

Finally the elevator got to that level and you stepped out, scanning the door numbers either side of the hallway as you looked for room number 69.

You wandered along a little, blinking tiredly as you counted.

“Ah!” You said when you saw the number 69 on the door ahead, flicking the tag and key in your hand so you had the key extended and could push it into the lock.

You stepped up to the door and presented the key but it wouldn’t quite fit in the lock.

“Stupid thing.” You muttered, jiggling it a little to try and make it fit.

You struggled and struggled and finally you got it in but then it wouldn’t turn and you cursed the door for being so useless.

“Fucking HELL, I just want to go to sleep is that too much to ask?!” You cried internally, yanking the key from the lock. “Fuck it, I’ll just use my quirk then complain to reception in the morning.” 

With an irate scowl on your face you stretched your arm out, flattening it along the floor then under the door and up to the handle on the inside, feeling around till you found the lock and flicked it open. 

“Halle-fucking-lujah.” You sang sarcastically in your mind as you pushed the door open and stumbled into the darkened room.

You didn’t care for turning the lights on because all you wanted was to fall into bed so you just dumped your bags in the hallway and started to undress as you walked around the corner to the queen sized bed against the opposite wall.

As your eyes adjusted in the dark you heard a noise and saw something move in the bed, making you halt- mid arm out of shirt

“Whose there?!” You called in a petrified voice as you stared at the lump in the bed.

Suddenly the movement became a figure as someone sat up in the bed and turned to face you.

“Who the fuck are you?!” You yelled, screaming when their hair suddenly stood on end and their eyes glowed red in the dark. “Get out! Get out! HELP!” You hollered, trying to use your quirk but it wouldn’t activate.

“Who are you?” A gravelly low voice demanded from the person who had the glowing eyes and hair on end.

“You’re in my room! What are you doing in here? What’s your quirk?!” You screamed, desperately trying to activate it.

Suddenly a binding cloth shot out of nowhere and wrapped around you, slamming your arms to your sides and immobilizing you in an instant.

You screamed again and the man’s eyes stopped glowing and his hair dropped as he jumped swiftly off the bed and walked towards you, holding the end of the binding cloth to keep you tethered.

“Hush!” He said sharply, “there’s obviously been some kind of mistake.”

“You’re damn right there has! Get out of my room, pervert!” You yelled.

“It’s you that needs to get out of my room.” He said in a low voice as he got to you. “I thought you might have been a villain but you’re just stupid.”

“Excuse me?!” You scoffed, “who the hell do you think you are?! This is room number 69, is it not?!”

“Yes. My room.” He said again, his face becoming clearer in the dark.

You paused.

“Wait. Have we met before?” You asked, peering at him intently in the blackened room.

He looked at you for a minute then released your binds.

“The girl from the plane.” He stated.

“Oh my god?!” You replied with surprise, “it’s you, AGAIN! This is unbelievable! Why are you everywhere?”

“I could ask you the same question.” He commented with a troubled sigh. “Look, I’m tired and I want to sleep so please get out of my room.”

“This is my room.” You demanded, “and I’m just as tired as you are, so please get out.”

“Let me call reception.” He commented before turning and walking over to the phone and ringing the reception number downstairs.

You stood there hesitantly, fixing your top as he spoke to the person on the other end asking them to confirm his room number.

“Hello, this is Shota Aizawa from room 69.” He said in a tired voice, “can you please confirm that I am indeed in the correct room?”

There was a pause, then he spoke again.

“Ok.” He said dryly, “now can you please confirm the room number of…”

“Y/N, L/N.” You said when he looked back at you.

“Y/N, L/N.” He repeated into the receiver. “Room 96?” He asked, looking back at you again. “No, that will be all, thank you.”

You gasped.

“Oh god. Is my room number 96?” You asked, mortified.

He nodded as he hung up the phone.

“Let me take your things.” He said as he walked to the door.

“Oh. Please. It’s ok, I can do it.” You said with absolute embarrassment.

“No. I’ll do it before you end up in someone else’s room.” He deadpanned as he picked your bags up with ease and strode to the door, “hurry up before I change my mind.”

“Sorry!” You blurted out quickly as you ran to catch up.

Aizawa walked out of his room and down the hall, locating door 96 quickly and dropping the bags down in front of it.

“This is your room.” He said briskly, “sleep well.”

“Uh, t-thank you, Aizawa, I’m so sorry again.” You apologized.

He just nodded and walked back to his room, single minded about getting back to his first love- the bed.

You got into your actual room and ran for the bed, flopping down on it and screaming into the pillow.

“Oh my god, how embarrassing!! Well at least I have a name. I’ll have a story and a half to tell my friends when I get back home though.” You thought with an internal sheepish laugh, “hopefully that’s the last time I ever see him.”

You kicked your clothes off and slipped under the crispy clean sheets, falling asleep in an instant.

The next morning you heard your phone alarm going crazy in one of your bags that had been dumped in the hallway and you dragged yourself out of bed to try and find that damn thing to turn it off.

“I feel like a fucking train wreck but today is the day!!” You thought excitedly as you turned the alarm setting off and found your toiletries bag and headed for the bathroom, preparing for the teachers conference that day.

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