The Little Red Thread--Part 3
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The walk to the dorm was much shorter than you had hoped. What had been a pleasant sense of quiet peace quickly shifted as the pair of you stepped into the elevator. The small enclosed lift made the awkward silence all the more apparent.
"Left or right?" Aizawa suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you sleep on your left or right side?" He clarified.
"Oh um, I'm not really sure which side to be honest with you. I'll be fine with whichever you prefer, it is your home after all." You shrugged telling the truth.
Whenever you fell asleep you may as well be dead to the rest of the world.
Shamelessly, he looked you up and down with a small frown creasing his brows. "Are you feeling okay, Ms. Y/N?"
You nodded, "Yea, sorry. I tend to zone out a bit when I'm hungry." Seemingly in agreement, Aizawa's stomach let out a rumbling noise. He coughed, embarrassed by how much louder it sounded in the small elevator. The both of you suddenly realized that you forgot to eat anything since this morning. The pair of you had a quick cup of coffee in awkward silence at the coffee shop by the police department.
"Do you want me to call and get something delivered?" You offered, "Wait, can you even get stuff delivered to the dorms? I guess that would defeat the whole secure campus thing."
"No, it shouldn't be a problem. We can get it delivered to the front security gate."
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, "Is pizza fine with you? UA has a delivery driver at X Pizzeria that usually works around this time."
You arched an eyebrow in disbelief, "Are you seriously trying to tell me that UA has its own pizza delivery driver?"
"Yes, our students ordered so much that he was coming by almost every weekend. It was simpler to just do a background check on him and tip him extra to get him to deliver to the different dorms instead of the gate after a while." Aizawa explained as he fished his keys out of his pocket.
You're not sure what you expected of the apartment of someone who went by the name 'Eraserhead', but it wasn't what you stepped into. Inside was minimalistic chaos. There wasn't much in the main area, but there were stacks of paperwork piled on top of the dark coffee tables.
"You can order whatever while we walk into the back room," he said before handing you his phone, "I'll get some stuff for us to change into while you do that."
You came to a complete stop and felt your face warm. You watched as one of his eyebrows rose in response.
"You're not getting in my bed without showering. And before you get any weird ideas, no. We'll be taking turns doing so and there will be absolutely no funny business." He explained as if it were obvious. It made sense wanting to be clean before getting in bed, but still...
You mumbled out an agreement as you distracted yourself by looking through his contacts for the right number.
"X Pizzeria, Ryan speaking. Will this be pickup or delivery?" A voice asked with a yawn.
‘'Hi, yes. I was hoping to place an order to be delivered if possible.’' You said as you trailed behind Aizawa to his bedroom. He busied himself with opening dresser drawers, looking for clothes that would fit you.
“Alright, what's the address and when is it for?” Ryan deadpanned. “It'll be at UA, I was told you had someone that could deliver to the actual dorms?"
"Yep, that would be me. What's the dorm and room number?”
'It's the Teacher's Dormitory for Apartment... um..." you tapped Aizawa's shoulder.
'We're in Apartment XX.' He answered before you even had the chance to ask. 'Apartment XX.' You finished.
'Alright and what will you be orderi— wait a minute. Did you say apartment XX? I thought that was Eraserhead's place.' He asked, suddenly much more interested in the conversation.
"Umm, that's because it is." You hesitated.
"Okay that's cool, I just wanted to make sure you had the right apartment. One moment while I go write down the address." Through the speaker you heard what sounded like somebody running. Ryan must have covered the phone because you just barely heard what he said next, "Holy crap, dude! That Eraserhead guy is having a girl over for pizza tonight...... Right??....How would I know that...she sounds kinda cute...I'll take that bet, you're on dumbass..."
The phone rustled and Ryan started speaking to you again, "Hi, Yes! Sorry about that, I couldn't find a pen. Now then, what will you be ordering?"
The rest of the phone call went by smoothly as Aizawa kept looking. You quietly slipped the phone back into his pocket after you finished.
"Wrist, I need to take off my scarf." He stated, already reaching up to take it off. You let your arm get pulled around as he removed it.
Daaaaaammmmnnnnnn.
Why does it seem so scandalous to see him without the scarf...
He sat the scarf neatly on top of the dresser before grabbing two stacks of clothes. He passed one to you, "These should fit you. If we do this efficiently, we can both be done and dressed before the pizza arrives."
*****
You allowed yourself to get led into the bathroom where neither of you bothered shutting the door. He pulled out two fluffy white towels and sat them on the counter with his clothes. He looked at the red thread with a frown, but didn't say anything. It left a gap of maybe four or five inches at most between your wrists.
"Is something wrong?" You asked not daring to look him in the eyes.
He hummed in reply. There was a second of hesitation before he swiftly pulled his black shirt up over his head and off.
An involuntary squeak slipped from your lips before you could stop it.
"Give a girl some warning before you start stripping next time!" You exclaimed staring up at the white roof.
"That's interesting." He said with a smirk, holding up the shirt to where you could see it.
You refused to take your eyes off the roof in an attempt to keep your composure, "What's interesting?"
Holy shit, I wasn't expecting him to look that hot under that god awful sweatsuit. "The shirt can phase through the thread." He explained before tossing it into a nearby laundry basket. You heard metal clinking and glanced down to see him removing his belt, "I figured I should shower first since you probably don't trust me fully yet."
"Thanks." You squeaked, internally freaking out at the realization that there was a man stripping in front of you.
"With that said, I'd like to request you avert your eyes until I'm behind the curtain."
"Of course, not a problem." You gave him a thumbs up with your free hand. You tried to not react when you heard the rest of his clothes follow the same flight path as his shirt.
"Take three steps forward please," He asked before hesitantly taking your hand, "Trust me." A moment later you heard the shower shutter on, "Two more now." followed by the rustle of the shower curtain.
It's quiet for a moment, the only noise coming from the water splashing against the shower floor. Neither of you move.
"Ummm.." you looked at the gray shower curtain that separated the two of you, "Everything alright, Mr. Aizawa?"
He coughed before replying, "Yes Ms. Y/N. I was trying to decide on what to do about your hand." You felt the warm water run over your wrist and down your arm.
"Oh shoot! Hey, we're getting water all over the floor." You exclaimed. Aizawa sighed, "It's fine, there's not really another option for us. We can dry it all off after we're done."
"Well there is another option." You said without thinking.
WhyDidISayThatNoNoNoNo
OhGod
ThisIsGonnaBeSoAwkward.
ICan'tTakeItBackThough.
Craaaaaaaaapp.
"I'm listening." He said still holding your hand from before he got in.
"Not to be weird or anything—and you can totally say no if you're not okay with it. I won't take offense or anything— but I could—well, I could stand in the back of the shower and we could swap places when you're done." You offered nervously.
Oh god, I actually said it. I can't believe I offered to shower with him! He's gonna say no and get a restraining order when all this is over. Oh crap, oh fu—
"That's fine with me."
"Wait what."
"I said I'm fine with you getting in. We're both adults."
"Oh. Um. Okay."
You don't move.
"Are you getting in or not? The water will get cold."
"Right yea, one second." You took a deep breath and pulled your shirt off with your free hand. After three failed attempts to unhook your bra clasps with one hand, you admitted defeat. "Hey Aizawa," you whispered, "I'm sorry, but I kind of need your help. I'm stuck."
"You're what? How are you stuck?" He asked grabbing the shower curtain. He stopped himself, "Wait, is it alright if I open the curtain?"
You look down at your black bra and sighed. I guess there are worse things to be seen in.
"Yea it's okay, I need your help with the clasps." You covered your eyes with your free hand. Your face warmed at the sound of him pulling aside the curtain. Warm calloused hands slowly turned you around; you whimpered involuntarily as one slowly ran along your shoulder.
Your breath hitched when you felt the clasp suddenly release, "Thank you." "Is there anything else you need help with before I close the curtain again?" He asked, slipping one of the straps free from your shoulder with his free hand. You shook your head no, not trusting your voice in that moment.
You finished undressing and said a silent thank you to every deity you could think of for having made you shave earlier this week.
You took a deep breath and tried to settle the frantic beating in your chest. "Ok, I'm done undressing now." You said, painfully aware of how self-conscious your voice sounded.
"Alright. Here," you felt him take your hand as he opened the curtain, "look out for the side of the tub when you step in."
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To Be Continued in Part 4~
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