Pull Chapter 35: Besotted

The next morning you woke to an empty bed and- with a fright, sat up, listening for your lover from the night before.

“Aizawa?” you called softly. 

No reply. 

You pushed the covers back tentatively and listened again.

All was quiet and you looked up and out through the sheer blinds on the cabin window.

No one was outside so you gingerly hopped out of bed.

You were just about to walk naked to the bathroom when you saw a pile of clothes neatly stacked on the end of the bed and you smiled.

“Those are my clothes. He must have gone and gotten them from my cabin earlier this morning.”

Eagerly you picked them up and took them with you to the en-suite so you could have a shower. 

Truth be told, you didn’t really want to have a shower. The smell of Aizawa was still lingering on your skin and you loved his scent but unfortunately you needed to look as presentable as possible for the day.

“God, last night was wild,” you thought as you plopped the clothes down on the side of the basin and turned the shower on, “all I wanted to do was get a little closer but we ended up having sex. Like, ACTUAL sex, and boy was it amazing.” 

The hot water spilled up your arm, over your shoulder then down your back as you slid in under the flow, dousing your body with warmth.

“Is it going to be awkward this morning?” you wondered, slapping your hands to your face and rubbing the water all over it before tilting your head all the way back and washing the ‘sleep’ off, “maybe it might not be awkward because he was just as into it as I was and he did say that he had been wanting this…”

You reached for the soap and lathered it in your hands as you thought more.

“So what does that mean for us now? Are we an item? just friends with benefits? A one night stand? How will this impact our professional relationship.”

You brain continued to ponder these matters, breaking them down like some kind of school project on human relations and you ended up shaking your head and scowling instead.

“No, Y/N. Just go with it. You don’t need to address it just now, maybe he will pull you aside tonight and talk to you about it… I hope he doesn’t back down or anything. I kinda want this to happen again.”

As you cleaned yourself your mind conjured up his hand around your throat as he rasped things into your ear from behind- cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy.

Just that image alone was enough to get you hot and flustered again and you quickly finished up and grabbed for the towel to dry off.

“Rule number one: don’t think about it because it will only thrn you on. Rule number two: Don’t give anything away. Don’t stare at him. Don’t try and talk to him, and don’t even think about trying to flirt with him.”

Having set your rules you dried up and put your new clothes on, courtesy of Aizawa, and looked down at what he had chosen.

“Not bad, Aizawa, not bad.”

You fixed your hair then left, putting your semi wet shoes back on and leaving the cabin.

The first place you went to was the hall, to see if that’s where he and the students were, as he had mentioned earlier last night that they would be doing training exercises there before lunch.

“Miss L/N!” The girls chorused as you opened the side door and slipped in, “we heard about the cabin accident last night, are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine, girls,” you said with a gentle smile, “Aizawa saved me.”

‘Awww,” Uraraka gushed, pressing her hands to her cheeks -with pinky fingers off, face filled with love.

“N-No, uh…” you stammered, trying to cover for your previous, very loved up sounding sentence before, “he saw what happened and rescued me.”

“That’s still really sweet,” she said with an endearing look on her face.

“Back to training,” Aizawa’s stern voice called, sending the girls running to get back to practice.

You looked up as they left and Aizawa approached you, making your heart race as he sauntered over.

“Thank you for getting my clothes,” you whispered, “I was wondering how I was going to g—,”

“Yaoyorozu has asked for her personal chefs to supply lunch today. Before then we have drills. I need you to go and set up a sprint track with the marker cones in the supply closet over there ” He pointed to a cupboard against the back wall of the hall.

“Oh… yes, no problem,” you replied with embarrassment, feeling a little stupid about how you were about to launch into matters concerning last night.

“Good,” he replied, the way he said it sounding similar in timbre to how his voice was rasping in your ear last night and you got flustered immediately.

“Did he have to say it like that?!” you squealed internally as you hung your head and speed walked over to the cupboard.

“Is Miss L/N ok?” Jirou whispered to Momo as they sparred, the shorter onyx eyed girl watching you walk away from Aizawa.

“I think so?” the ravenette replied, looking over to where you were, “why?”

“She just seems… different…” Jirou mused.

“How so?” Momo asked curiously.

Aizawa, told us the tree fell on her cabin last night and we all saw that to be the case… so where did she sleep?” 

“I thought that maybe it was in here. There’s a spare room at the back,” Momo replied.

“But she wouldn’t have know about that room,” Jirou replied, “she doesn’t know this place well enough.”

“Oh gosh, you’re right!” Momo gasped, “so where did she sleep?”

“I think she slept in Aizawa’s cabin,” Jirou leered mischievously. 

“Oh my!” Momo gasped, placing her hand to her mouth delicately, “but perhaps he slept in his sleeping bag like he usually does? I doubt they slept in the same bed.”

“I forgot about the sleeping bag,” Jirou deadpanned, “damn… and I thought I had found some scandal.”

“Jirou, you know Miss L/N is an upright person. She would never give herself to a man without being in an established relationship,” Momo said in your defense.

Both girls looked over to where you had pulled the markers out of the cupboard and you had now turned around, standing there with a far off look in your eye as you gazed lovingly at Aizawa. 

Momo and Jirou followed your gaze then looked at each other.

“She’s staring at Aizawa, isn’t she?” Jirou mused.

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