Pull Chapter 87: Tension, Good Tension

“Sorry,” you said quickly, stepping to the side and looking up at them as you made to go past them.

You nearly dropped your drinks when you saw it was Aizawa- who was dressed up as well.

“Oh… hi,” you said, “you turned up.”

“Yes,” he replied, looking down at your drinks, “I’m assuming these are for Hizashi and Nemuri as well?”

“Yes. We’re sitting over there. Come and join us,” you said with a little forced smile.

He nodded.

“I will get a drink and be with you all shortly.”

You nodded and stepped past him, walking to the table and sitting down beside Nemuri, who had watched you walk towards the table.

“Someone was enjoying the view,” she commented as she took her drink from your hand.

“Sorry?” you asked as you adjusted how you were sitting.

She looked past you slyly towards the bar and quickly raised her eyebrows in a gesture to whoever was there and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and peeked back to see who she was referring to.

“Aizawa?” you asked her, when you saw that he was the only one at the bar now, “no, surely not. It’s not like that at all.”

“Oh, isn’t it?” she replied with a smirk, “ok, if you say so… but the way he watched you walk away was saying more than ‘it’s not like that at all’.” She did air quotation marks with one hand as she took a sip from the drink in her other hand.

You pressed your lips together and rubbed them around to cover your smile then straightened a little and pushed your bust out.

She smirked again and looked away towards Hizashi who was leaning back on his chair and talking very loudly with one of the other teachers on the other table.

Movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention and you looked as Aizawa sat down next to Hizashi- placing him pretty well opposite you. He watched you with his lidded eyes and you gave him a polite smile then looked away.

“How is your drink… Y/N,” Aizawa asked.

Hearing him use your first name made your heart jump. He hadn’t used it for a number of weeks now and you tried not to get too excited about it but let’s be honest here – you were overjoyed.

“It’s good,” you replied looking back at him.

His eyes widened a little and his gaze shifted across your face, making you feel a little self conscious.

“Uh, how’s your drink?” you asked him in return.

“Fine,” he replied, looking down at it, “you taught well today.”

“Oh. Thanks,” you replied, giving him a smile but having to force it a little, “it’s a subject I’m familiar with.”

“Understandable, given your quirk,” he replied, still idly toying with his drink.

“Oh! Y/N,” Nemuri cut in, “how far can you stretch? You have an elastic type quirk, yes?”

“I’ve never really stretched to my limits before, I’ve never needed to,” you replied thoughtfully.

“I would estimate 9 meters,” Aizawa presented.

“How would you even know, Shouta?” Nemuri asked with a bit of cheekiness in her voice.

“According to the quirk records, elastic type quirks are usually based on the wielders height,” Aizawa stated, “All of this is freely available on the internet.”

“Well there you go,” Nemuri said to you, “if you need to know anything about yourself, just ask Shouta.”

You looked away bashfully, trying desperately to rein in that excitement that was bubbling up in your core.

The conversation died a little and you got worried that maybe that would be it for the pointed questions but then the loud blond suddenly reentered the conversation.

“Oh! Y/N is back!” Hizashi announced as he turned back to the table, “Shouta, swap seats with Y/N, I want her to sit next to me!”

“You’re drunk, Hizashi,” Aizawa grunted, “you should be going home.”

“No!!! But it’s time to party, yeahhhh!” he shouted.

Aizawa’s face deadpanned and he looked at you, which made you giggle at their antics.

“You’re gonna get hearing loss if you keep sitting there, Aizawa. Move over here,” you said with a cheeky grin at Hizashi.

“No! Don’t go!” Hizashi cried as Aizawa got up and moved around the table to beside you, sitting down with his foot next to yours under the table.

“I’ve been abandoned!” Hizashi wailed dramatically, his cry of despair making Nemuri put her drink down so she could talk some sense into him.

“Is he always like this when he drinks?” you asked Aizawa, leaning into him a little so you could have a little quieter conversation.

He smelled so good, that soft masculine scent filling your lungs as you inhaled. 

“Unfortunately yes,” Aizawa replied, tilting his head towards yours as well but looking just off your shoulder- the proximity making it easier for him to catch a whiff of your softly perfumed neck.

His eyes shifted to your bare skin, showing your collarbone, and immediately his cock started to stiffen.

“I really want to place kisses all along her neck. It’s been so long since the last time we were intimate. I…”

He sat back a bit, pulling away to compose himself and you sat back a little too as Nemuri addressed you.

As you and her chatted and giggled your leg shifted outwards and pressed against his.

“Oh… sorry,” you said, moving it away.

“We are at a round table. It can’t be helped,” Aizawa replied, giving you an excuse to be touching him.

“True,” you replied to him, sliding it back a little towards him as you picked your drink up and took another sip while he did the same.

“Is anyone ordering the food?” someone on a another table of UA teachers called and Hizashi replied their question.

“I ordered the banquet!” he shouted.

“Hizashi. You’re too loud,” Aizawa chided.

“Should we check to see if they’re making it?” Nemuri asked, I don’t know if they know we’re here?”

“I’ll go,” you offered, pushing your chair back.

“As will I,” Aizawa offered as well as he stood up beside you.

You smiled away from him and pushed your chair back in so you could get past and waited for some other people to pass by before stepping around Aizawa and taking the lead to the restaurant kitchen.

As you stepped around him, he placed a hand on your back, gently, to let you know he was there protecting you and just that warmth from his hand was enough to shoot heat between your thighs.

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