Pull Chapter 64: Oboro’s Story

“There is no need for thanks. I did what I needed to do to be assured of your comfort,” he stated, his full gaze firmly fixed on you.

“Ok,” you whispered, taking a sip of coffee to clear the awkwardness from your end.

The room feel silent and you looked away then looked back at him, waiting for him to say something else but he just sat there, watching you.

“Uh… so umm… about us?” you asked hesitantly before changing subject momentarily and motioning to the coffee mug, “this is good coffee.”

“Thank you,” he said, shifting in his seat and gripping his hands together replying to your coffee comment before continuing on, “I feel like I need to tell you about my friend from high school.”

“I know the basics but please go on,” you thought, staying quiet to let him continue.

“I’ve always been the quiet one of the group,” he started, “Hizashi and Oboro were the loud ones.”

“I’m assuming this story is about Oboro?” you asked gently, “seeing as I know Hizashi…”

He nodded and looked down at his hands.

“He and Hizashi were on the same level personality-wise, although Hizashi had a little more loud excitement than Oboro but the one thing that stood out with this guy was his ability to see nothing else but those who needed help… and that’s exactly what happened when he lost his life.”

A pain shot through your heart when you saw Aizawa’s face contort slightly. He wasn’t one to show his emotions often so seeing him trying to hold back the pain like that was making you hurt immensely. 

You waited for him to continue, holding your mug close to you as you sat half twisted on the couch, facing him. 

“I was there when it happened…” Aizawa said in a strained voice, “to be honest I didn’t think it was real. I heard him encouraging me while I was fighting…”

His voice cracked a little and he cleared it immediately, looking away so you wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes.

You bit down on the inside of your cheek to stop the sympathetic tears from forming in the corners of your eyes. All of this still felt so raw for him despite it being when he was in high school.

“I was waiting for him. He couldn’t have died that easily… but then I saw the blood and…”

You reached out a hand and placed it on his thigh, putting your coffee mug down on the table so that you could shift closer to him.

He kept his face turned away from you so that he could compose himself before continuing and you patiently waited.

“I saw the doctors take him away… then later I found out that his body had been stolen.”

His voice sounded stronger and he looked back towards you.

“I met him again… as a villain.”

The hair on the back of your neck stood on end and you moved in even closer to him to wrap your arms around him.

“He was still there… inside the villain. I managed to communicate with him… but it still haunts me that he’s stuck as a nomu and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“I understand now,” you whispered, lifting your legs over his thigh as he unclasped his hands and wrapped one arm around your back to pull you in closer.

“I may not look it, but I do care deeply about those who I am close to and I don’t want to go through that again,” he mumbled into your neck as he rested the side of his head on your shoulder.

“Understandable,” you whispered, snuggling back against him.

You tilted your head down a little and pressed your lips to his shoulder and exposed neck, just something small to let him know that you were there and you still loved him.

He hugged you closer and reciprocated the kiss, planting his lips on your neck as well and your eyes rolled with delight.

“Aaaaaaaaah being in his arms and having gentle neck kisses is amazing!” you wailed happily. 

You remained like that for who knows how long and then pulled back a little to talk more.

“I understand that you’ve lost someone close to you but I can assure you that the only danger I get into is walking from the classroom to the staff toilets and back without Mineta or Kaminari trying to have a friendly conversation in the hallway.

Aizawa let out a small huff of amusement and placed his hand on your thigh.

“I’ll suspend both of them,” he commented, rubbing your thigh gently.

You smirked and hesitated a look into his eyes.

He held a strong eye contact with you then slowly leaned in to kiss you, that soft stubble on his upper lip brushing across your soft skin before your mouths touched and tongues ventured and roamed.

“Aizawa,” you said, pulling back to ask your question before things got too heated, “are we going to make a go of this as a proper relationship? Because I’ve already told you that I don’t like feeling used.”

“Let’s try,” he stated, “I would like to keep our relationship a secret for now though… at least until we are properly established, then we can announce it.”

“Ok, fair enough. I’m not asking for public displays of affection at school anyway. We need to keep it professional there, but I just want us to feel like a couple whenever we’re alone.”

He nodded. “It has been a long time since I have opened myself to letting someone in so forgive me in advance if I’m a little under par.”

“That’s fine,” you said, laying your head against his chest, “thank you for opening up to me, it makes me feel… special… not like, special special, but just that if you didn’t care about me that much, you wouldn’t have opened up such a heart wrenching story to let me know where you were coming from.”

He nodded and bent his head to kiss the top of yours.

“I’ve already told you how I feel about you.”

His sincerity infected you and your heart nearly exploded with love for him, and before you knew it you were madly kissing again.

You had sat up a little and maneuvered yourself so that you were sitting in his lap facing him and he had his hands on your hips, kissing you back just as fervently as you were kissing him.

“Why do we always end up like this?” you asked playfully between kisses.

“Because whenever I’m around you I can no longer think straight…my body takes over,” he replied, holding your body against his as he bent forward and stood up, holding under your ass as he walked off towards his bedroom.

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