Pull Chapter 37: Protective Much

“Oh shit here it is!” you screamed to yourself as you looked at him, heart suddenly thumping in your chest, “yeah, sure,” you replied briskly, pointing your chin m the air as you turned and following the students towards the hall again.

Aizawa was a little surprised at how you had brushed him off but he appreciated that you didn’t fall at his feet like you had seemed to be doing all morning.

“Ha! How did you like that, Aizawa? Two can play at that game. See, I can be completely unattached too,” you thought proudly, grinning to yourself as you marched on- refusing to look back at him.

You got into the hall and the waitstaff ushered you over to your own table, sitting you down with care.

“Please, Miss L/N, accept our humblest offerings for your kindness overseeing Miss Yaoyorozu’s growth as a hero,” one of the staff said, bowing to you before another stepped forward and handed you a napkin and laid cutlery out for you.

“Oh gosh… this isn’t necessary” you said in a flustered tone, face starting to heat up when you saw the students were watching curiously.

“But of course!” the staff member said emphatically, “our chef demanded we give you extra special treatment. He is making you a special lunch as well.” 

As they talked about how the chef was holding you in high esteem and how he had strong feelings towards you after meeting you and seeing how sweet you were, Aizawa walked in.

“Uhhh,” you hummed uneasily when you saw Aizawa pause and look over, your eyes darting from him back to them in a panic, “p-please tell the chef it really isn’t necessary. He had already been so kind with his offers and dessert is more than enough!” you added, rattling off all the reasons as to why you didn’t need special treatment.

Aizawa turned and walked over, stopping next to you as he stared the staff member down.

“Is there a problem here, Miss L/N?” he asked you, still staring intimidatmgly at the staff.

“N-No, everything is fine,” you stammered, “I’m just trying to tell them that—,” 

“Dearest, Miss L/N,” the chef said in a beautiful voice as he entered the room and walked over, bowing low in your presence.

“O000, he’s cute,” you heard Mina whisper to one of her classmates.

“I know you insisted that we not pay you any special attention but after meeting you earlier today and seeing what a beautiful sweet person you are, I have decided to make you a special lunch just for your own dining pleasure,” he said grandly, straightening and giving you a bright smile.

“Fuck.”

“What might this special lunch, entail?” Aizawa’s voice sounded quite threatening and you grimaced at his tone of voice.

“Oh, excuse me, Mr Aizawa. I had the pleasure of meeting Miss L/N earlier and although I had heard highly of her before, I myself have now seen why she is held in such high esteem,” he said earnestly, glancing across to Momo who was gushing excitedly at how you were being treated so nicely.

“This is all sounding very very bad. Oh my god does Aizawa thing this guy likes me? It’s all revolving around Yaoyorozu… this has nothing to do with me!!”

‘Miss L/N, is a professional,” Aizawa commented, “she doesn’t need the praise nor offerings of a man to make her feel validated.”

“Ah, but such a lovely woman needs to be reminded of her beauty” the chef replied, stiffening a little against Aizawa’s pointed words.

“Oh my god, the testosterone in here?!”

“If you would continue to do your allocated duties instead of unnecessary pampering my assistant, that would be appreciated,” Aizawa stated, calmly shooting the chef down.

“C-Chef,” you interjected quickly, “again, I do appreciate you being kind enough to look out for me on behalf Miss Yaoyorozu but as I mentioned earlier, dessert will be just fine.”

The chef bowed to you, conceding to your words and you prayed that Aizawa got the message that the chef wasn’t trying to hit on you personally- he was just trying to fulfill the request of the family member he served under.

“As you wish, Miss L/N,” the chef said as he stepped back, “I will ask that the preparation staff make no extra efforts towards your meal.”

“Thank you, chef, and my apologies. I didn’t mean for any of this to cause problems,” you said, mainly meaning Aizawa’s lowkey hostile comments.

The chef left and you waited for Aizawa to leave but he stayed a little behind you.

“Was he bothering you,” he asked lowly.

“No, it was ok,” you replied, “he was just trying to help because my cabin collapsed and Yaoyorozu asked him to treat me well.”

“I see. I misunderstood,” Aizawa said before turning and walking away. 

“Had I not corrected the issue, was there going to be an all out brawl in here?!” you thought as you watched him go and sit at the far end of the student’s table, leaving you alone.

“Mmmm, wonder what that was all about?” Jirou mused cheekily to Mina and Momo who had seen the whole thing. 

“I think Mr Aizawa thought that the chef was hitting on Miss L/N,” Mina mused.

“I still don’t think that anything but professionalism is being shared between Mr Aizawa and Miss L/N,” Momo stated firmly.

“Wait… does someone think they have feelings for each other?” Mina asked Momo.

“Yeah, I do,” Jirou admitted, raising one ear jack to show it was her, “they totally did it last night.”

“Jirou” Momo gasped, “but I thought we had determined that although she may have slept in his cabin, HE would have slept in his sleeping bag.”

“Oh …. yeah… that damn bag.”

“What? His yellow sleeping bag?” Mina asked looking from Momo to Jirou and back again.

Momo nodded.

“But he left that on the bus?” Mina said with a confused look on his face, “Kaminari was telling us that he overheard the conversation between Aizawa and the bus driver when the driver rang Aizawa to tell him it was still on the bus.”

“Oh?” Jirou leered, looking slyly at Momo.

Momo blushed and covered her mouth.

“Shit, did they sleep together?!” Mina hissed in a gossipy tone, “oh my gods.”

“Now girls, we don’t know for sure if they slept in the same bed let alone.. made… love… so let’s not make scandalous assumptions!” Momo berated in a flustered tone.

“They totally fucked,” Mina added in a whisper. 

“I know right!” Jirou hissed back.

“Girls!” Momo gasped with embarrassment, “Miss L/N would never!”

“Oh, she totally would,” Mina leered, “she’s a freak, I can feel it.”

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