Pull Chapter 83: I Don’t Need You

You couldn’t open that message.

You already knew the direction it was heading in … and it hurt already.

Time stopped and it felt like it took you 10 minutes to open the text when in actual fact you had opened the message within 2 seconds of seeing it.

Clicking on the icon, the message opened before your eyes.

“Y/N… I’m sorry but I think it’s for the best that we not see each other in a romantic capacity. This is as difficult for me to say, is it is for you to hear and forgive me for not saying it to your face. I just need space.”

A lump formed in your throat and your abdomen ached, guts ceasing their duties for the sake of your bitter disappointment. 

What emotion would the spinning wheel land on this time? Would it be anger? Sadness? Denial? A mix of all three?

You stood there, staring at your phone but not seeing anything as multiple replies formed in your head.

“Do I get a reason? Or a say?” you found yourself sending back, the eerie calmness in your text indicative of the massive storm that was about to follow should Aizawa not reply adequately.

“No.” Came the response.

There was the trigger.

“What the fuck?” you sent back angrily, being tipped off the deep end, “you’ve taken me for this ride and then just pushed me off a cliff at the end? I’ve meant nothing to you. This whole time. How could I have been so stupid,” you sent back, angry hot tears drowning your vision as your thumbs smashed at the phone screen. 

Aizawa didn’t even have the decency to reply your text and didn’t even open it- which made you angrier and sadder.

Turning your phone screen off, you put it down on the kitchen bench and neglected your half made dinner. You didn’t want it anymore.

Walking into the lounge, you flopped down on the seat with your head in your hands, scrunching your fingertips into your scalp.

“What is going on? Why is this happening? I thought he was better?” you cried internally, “I feel used.”

As you sat there, distraught, you remembered your dear granny’s words in amongst all your other thoughts and your bottom lip quivered.

“She was right. She could see it all along even when she hadn’t met him,” you thought sadly, tears falling in torrents down your cheeks. 

Then you remembered the doctors words, ‘he may be emotionally unstable for a little while after the quirk wears off but this is normal…’

“Wait!” Your head shot up, “maybe this is it? Is he all mixed up and has made a rash decision when he’s still coming down from the quirk?” 

Your tears stopped and you felt a little bit lighter as you looked up and sat back, wiping your eyes. 

“Maybe this isn’t the end,” you thought with relief, “I’ll give him a few days to come around. I won’t push him. Then I’ll approach him again and see if he changes his mind… or maybe he’ll come to me…”

Feeling much better with these thoughts, you got up and had dinner then relaxed and went to bed, sleeping more peacefully than you had in the last few days.

………………………………….

The next morning, you got ready and headed to school, happy… but a little apprehensive at the same time.

“I just have to play the part for a few more days before he recovers from the quirk let down.”

You smiled at students as you walked the halls to the staff room and entered.

Aizawa was there, earlier than usual, and you had a mini heart attack when you saw the back of him.

“Wait! I haven’t had time to mentally prepare to see you yet,” you screamed internally, taking a deep breath in and walking casually past him to your own desk.

It was only when you made it to your desk that you said a very bland greeting to him.

“Good morning, Aizawa,” you said in an even tone, not looking at him… but also not sounding angry.

“Good morning, Miss L/N,” he replied and your heart seized a bit.

“Not even my first name… is he really better?”

You didn’t reply, just got your things together and headed for the door to go to the class.

“Miss L/N!” Yaoyorozu called brightly when she saw you, “how are you this morning? I do so love your skirt. Is it from Zara?”

“Oh… uh… I’m not sure,” you replied sheepishly. You knew it wasn’t from Zara- the skirt was so damn old you didn’t know if the store even existed anymore.

“You look beautiful,” she gushed, “not that you don’t always look beautiful… but you just seem more radiant today. Did something good happen?”

She was pushing to see if things had returned to normal between you and Aizawa but didn’t want to ask directly because she wasn’t supposed to have seen you two together that afternoon of the festival.

“Oh. I guess something good did happen,” you replied with a smile, timing your reply just as Aizawa passed you both and headed into the classroom.

You glanced at him as he passed. “Hear that, Aizawa. I don’t need you? I’m better on my own. I’ve already gotten over you. How does it feel, huh?” 

While you were internally trying to buoy yourself up with false thoughts, Yaoyorozu had read the whole situation wrong.

“She looked at Aizawa when he passed and she also said something good had happened! They must be ok again. Oh I do hope that they make a public announcement soon!” She smiled to herself, happy that you were getting the life you deserved. 

“Well,” you said to her with a smile, “time to start class! We don’t want to keep Aizawa waiting.”

“Oh! Yes of course,” she said with a grin, “please, Miss L/N, do join us for lunch today. We would love your company, we have missed it these last few days.”

“Yes it’s been a little busy the last few days,” you replied, “and I believe you have patrol this afternoon? Unfortunately I won’t be your leader.”

“Oh, I wish that you were,” she said as you both entered the classroom, “you have such a presence about you and I feel so uplifted around you.”

You beamed. Half from her praise but half for the fact that she had said it as you both passed Aizawa at the classroom board.

“Ha! Suck on that, Aizawa,” you thought smuggly, “you may have tried to cut me down but YOUR students still love me.”

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