Pull Chapter 38: Forlorn

You glanced up from your table to see Mina, Momo, and Jirou all looking at you and you gave them a forced smile before looking back down again.

“This is awkward. I wonder what they’re saying about the chef and I now? I don’t want to lose any of their respect over this stupid weekend but I keep ending up in weird situations.”

At that moment your food arrived and you thanked the wait staff then waited until they had started handing out everyone else’s meals.

“The least I can do is wait until everyone has their food before starting,” you thought, looking down at the delicious food before you, “man, this looks good!”

Patiently you waited until everyone had food in front of them and then watched as they all took mouthfuls.

“Ok, I can eat now,” you thought, happy with your decision to wait to show that you weren’t trying to be any more special than anyone else there.

“How is the food?” the pleasant voice of the chef asked as he suddenly appeared in front of you.

Having just taken a mouthful of food, you couldn’t reply- your cheeks blowing out like a chipmunks as you sat there smiling stupidly at him, trying to chew your food down while rapidly nodding to let him know it was fine.

He quickly pulled the chair out opposite you and sat down, resting his elbows on he table and his chin on the back of his interlaced fingers as he waited for your reply.

“Yes,” you finally said with a small embarrassed chuckle, “yes, the food is fine.”

“My apologies. I caught you right when you had a mouthful, forgive me.”

“Oh,” you hummed, waving a hand, “it’s fine, I promise, it happens all the time.”

“Ah, yes, well it would be amiss of any good chef or wait staff to not check to make sure your food is ok, especially when it comes to your food.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?!” you thought, stiffening a little but forcing a smile anyway, “that’s kind,” you said aloud.

The chef continued to make small talk with you, occasionally throwing in an extra line or two about how you deserved to be treated well; and you could feel the eyes of various students and also Aizawa’s, on you both.

“I don’t know if he’s just trying to be nice or if he’s trying to flirt now but it’s making me uncomfortable,” you thought as you gave him another fake smile, “I need a reason to get out of here.”

Almost as if the lord himself had heard you, an Angel- disguised as a heavy set builder with a beer gut, appeared, calling loudly into the hall for a ‘Miss L/ N’ to show herself.

“Here!” you called gratefully, standing and turning towards the man with a grin on your face that was as large as if you had just won a bingo set.

“Sorry, Miss, we just need a word regarding the cabin you are in,” he said, jerking his head roughly out the door.

“Absolutely, not a problem at all,” you said cheerfully, “please, let’s go right now.”

You speed walked towards him before turning around and throwing a quick apology to the chef.

“Sorry, my apologies, I need to attend to this matter,” you said quickly, with absolutely zero apology in your voice.

“Miss L/N,” Aizawa’s rich voice suddenly said from beside you, “I’ll accompany you.”

“Oh. Thanks,” you deadpanned, turning and walking out the door with the builder and your colleague as the chef watched you go, “why is Aizawa coming, this doesn’t concern him?”

“So uh… the damage is pretty extensive,” the builder said as you walked, “it’s gonna take a while to fix…

“Oh? Umm, well that’s ok, I’ll stay… somewhere else then.”

“My cabin,” Aizawa stated from behind you and your body filled with goosebumps at his voice, sudden flashbacks taking over your mind.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, not looking at him.

The builder continued to talk about the repairs that would be needed and Aizawa sidled up beside you as you continued towards the cabin.

“Was the chef bothering you? He seemed too friendly for my liking,” he commented, the scarf around his neck covering from his nose down so that under his shaggy hair only his bloodshot eyes could be seen.

“Uh… he was just being nice…” you said diplomatically.

“You don’t need to defend him. If you feel uncomfortable I’m make sure he stays away,” Aizawa said firmly.

“Funny that you can’t stand someone else showing me attention—.” The words had just slipped out before you had a chance to stop them and you bit down on your tongue to cut them off before anything else came out as well.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Aizawa replied with a hauntingly calm voice.

“Shit shat, shibbity shabbit, damn it I should NOT have said ANYTHING. FUCK,” you wailed internally, remaining stoic on the outside, “nothing,” you said curtly, “it’s fine.”

“I already asked if we could talk later. When I said talk I mean, cards on the table,” he stated, “everything out on the table… emotions… feelings… an open discussion.”

“Ok,” you said, avoiding eye contact with him.

“—so you might just want to gather all your things,” the builder continued, having been talking the whole time that you and Aizawa had been having a quiet conversation in the background.

“Of course,” you said brightly to the burly man, “give me a minute.”

You left Aizawa’s side and walked into the ruins, gathering your bag and toiletries then heading for Aizawa’s cabin while your shaggy haired counterpart walked back to the hall to check on the students.

“You know what,” you thought as you entered Aizawa’s cabin and set your things down on the table there, “I’ve lost my appetite… I think I’ll just stay here until everyone is done with lunch.”

With a heavy heart you sat down on the chair next to the table and hung your head.

“This fucking sucks. We have sex- he’s telling me, in the middle of fucking me, how much he desires me… how it’s hard to hold it together when he’s around me; then the next day he doesn’t even acknowledge my existence UNTIL someone else does, THEN he gets all protective and shit but I feel like he still doesn’t want me,” you let out a soft forlorn sigh and brushed a tear away, “I need to talk to someone about this once the weekend is done… I need granny…”

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