Pull Chapter 47: Back To The Grind

Aizawa continued to the staff room door.

“Did you?!” Hizashi called loudly after the disappearing introverted teacher, “SHOUTA! HEYYYY!!!”

The blond’s shrill cry didn’t even faze Aizawa, who was smirking to himself and still hadn’t bothered to look back as the mic quirk holder called out behind him, begging for confirmation and details.

……………………………………….

*knock* *knock* *knock*

You stood before recovery girls room and waited for her to answer.

“Yes?” she asked in her elderly voice as she slid the door open.

“Oh. Good morning Mrs recovery girl, I’ve been sent by Aizawa to have my arm fixed. Although, it’s really not that bad. It’s just a bruise and I don’t want to waste your valuable time—,” 

“Come in,” she gestured, stepping back to let you through the door.

“Oh. Thank you. If it’s not too much trouble…” you said softly as you walked into the room.

You took a seat on her examination table and she rolled your sleeve up to have a look- once you had pointed out where it was.

“This is a nasty bruise,” she tisked, looking it over.

“Yeah. I don’t remember getting it, but it must have been during an incident on the weekend. One of our students lost control of his quirk.”

Recovery girl nodded and asked you to lay down, which you did, and she prepared to heal you from the inside out.

“Aizawa sent you?” she asked again as she puckered her lips up. 

You nodded.

“He must care about you…”

She let her quirk take over and you looked away bashfully at her words, realizing that everyone was staring to get on the same braincell.

Once her healing kiss had finished she stepped back.

“Please rest for a little bit, your body is going to feel tired as my quirk heals everything,” she said as she walked over to her desk to write some things down.

You lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking back over the weekend and if you should say something to Tokoyami.

“I haven’t even spoken to him since that night. I need to let him know that I’m fine and I don’t hold anything against him. He might be feeling really bad about what happened.”

Your brows furrowed in worry for his sake but before you could keep worrying, the image of Aizawa thrusting his cock into your throat suddenly barged in- with hands on hips and plonked itself front and centre in your memory recall bank.

The furrowed brows vacated your face immediately and your countenance flushed instead, highly embarrassed that that image had suddenly popped up.

“Thinking of that. I need to call Grams and talk to her about what to do. I’m not going to tell her all the details about the weekend but do I try and pursue something with him? Does he like me like me? Or was that just a convenience thing.”

The furrowed brows came back and you let a softly exasperated sigh escape your lips.

“Please don’t worry,” Recovery girl said from her chair at hearing your sigh, “your arm will be fixed in a minute.”

You raised your head and looked at her, confused for a second then realizing that she hadn’t heard your thoughts and thought you were sighing about your thought you were sighing about your arm.

“Oh. Thank you, yeah I was just… thinking about my arm,” you lied, you obviously didn’t want to tell her about your unnamed relationship with your boss.

She nodded, “you should be ok to go now if you’re feeling well enough?”

‘T-Yes. Sure. Ok.” You sat up and swung your legs off the side of the table then pulled your sleeve up and had a look. 

The bruise was completely gone.

“Are you feeling ok?” she asked.

“Oh! Thank you so much,” you replied, “yes I feel perfect. And the bruise is gone.”

She nodded and smiled then gestured to the door which you understood and hopped off the table to leave.

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Back in the classroom, Aizawa was talking to the students about the weekend and where they needed to improve and you could hear him talking in his monotone voice as you approached the outside and peeked in through the back window to see where everyone was before slipping in the back door.

Aizawa’s attention shifted to you as you moved inside the classroom and the students noticed, turning in their seats to see who he was looking at.

You froze as all eyes landed on you then a cacophony of concerned questions assaulted you.

“Miss L/N! You’re ok?”

“Aizawa said you were with recovery girl?”

“What happened?”

“Did you get hurt during the witch hunt? I thought you were ok?

I-I m fine, truly, I promise,” you stammered, holding your hands up to calm the students down, “I just needed a bruise fixed.”

“Bruise, huh?” Mina leered quietly to Jirou, “that binding cloth of Aizawa’s would bruise for sure.”

“QUIET!” Aizawa’s firm voice boomed, his hair standing on end as his eyes glowed ferociously red- immediately silencing the students and making them turn back to face him in their seats.

He deactivated his quirk and scowled and you quickly sat down, trying to disappear into the furniture as much as possible.

“The students really do care about me… I wonder if that makes Aizawa angry?”

You looked at each of them then your eyes fell on Tokoyami, who had his head down and his shoulder slouched a little.

“Is that how he normally sits or is he sad?” You thought, making a mental note to talk to him afterwards.

…………………………………….

The class dragged on then the bell rang and everyone got up, except Tokoyami.

Slowly you stood, intending to get to him but the girls surrounded you instead, wanting to make sure you really were ok.

“Are you sure you are in good health, Miss L/N?” Yaoyorozu asked with concern.

‘Yes, Yaoyorozu, I’m fine. It was just a bruise.”

“I’m glad you’re ok, ribbit,” Tsuyu said, her little hands flopping out in front of her as she looked up at you with her large eyes

“I promise I’m ok. Are you girls alright?” you asked, giving them each a concerned look.

‘Yes,” they all replied individually, nodding happily.

“Miss L/N, would you join us for lunch today? We would love to discuss the weekend’s events with you,” Yaoyorozu said innocently, thinking about the activities the students had done and hoping to have some time to discuss improvements with you.

‘Yeah,” Mina leered, “please join us. We have questions.”

Jirou smirked and twirled her ear jack around her finger, “yeah, we have plenty of questions.”

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