Between Two Worlds (Aizawa x Reader)

Chapter Seventeen: Primal

As Aizawa continued to take a lap around the gym, I walked over to the pair of silks. First thing's first: what's the stretch on this thing?
I held on to the silks above my head and tucked my legs into a pike. Within seconds I found the fabric to have medium stretch. Perfect.
After a few minutes of stretching my arms, shoulders, and hamstrings, I separated the fabric and double wrapped my wrists before doing several shoulder shrugs. My muscles definitely felt like they had less stamina, but I had been in this world for about a week. It was understandable that I was a tiny bit rusty.
As I continued about my warm up, I watched Aizawa as he did his push ups. And not just regular push ups. One handed finger push ups.

'Damn!'

I found myself in complete awe. Here I was struggling to keep myself in the air, and there he was, wrapped in bandages, and still being a badass.
I had to try and and keep up in some way. His tenacity inspired me and lit a fire under my ass.

'Come on, muscles. Don't fail me now when we've just gotten started!'

I started to climb from the bottom to the very top of the silks. It took only a minute or so, but then came the challenging part: descending with straddle legs. My forearms, biceps and quads were screaming as I slowly made my way down, but I didn't let that stop me. After all, if he wasnt stopping, why should I?
After making it down, I shook out my legs and fingers and started prepping for some inverts.

'He seemed surprised when I told him I could do this. I should try and make a good impression while I'm at it.' I thought.

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(Aizawa's POV)

I could tell my body was weak from not only the injuries, but also the lack of movement these last few days. But I knew if I didn't start this training soon, I couldn't do my job. Not only as a teacher, but also as Doe's protector. And while I knew my students were gifted and skilled, I wasn't about to make a gamble with a quirkless woman under my watch.

As I went to the dummies after my push-ups, crunches, and lunges, I looked over to where she was. My eyes widened as I saw here climbing the fabric and inverting with elegance. She wasn't completely graceful, but that didn't matter. She was captivating to watch as she moved from pose to pose, wrapping the fabric around various parts of her body.

'That imagery is certainly enticing...' I thought.

I rubbed my fingers against my eyes in frustration.

"Not now." I quietly scolded myself as I refocused my gaze from her to the dummy, preparing to strike it as though it were my next target.

'You're her guardian, not her Dom. Be a professional, dammit.'

And with that, I began taking all of that pent up perversion and using it to kick and punch the dummy instead. I needed to focus, but goddammit, was she making it difficult.

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(Reader POV)

After about a half an hour of being in the air, I decided to call it quits for the day. My entire body felt like it was a limp noodle, as my knees, arms, and legs tingled uncomfortably from the fabric burn. The inside of my knees and armpits felt raw from the pressure after doing several drops and slides in a row. Honestly, if felt good to be in the air - but damn did it come at a price!

I sat on the ground, as I watched Aizawa from afar fighting one of the punch dummies. His movements were so fluid. The combos were unbelievably controlled and smooth. I felt my jaw drop as he did a tornado kick to the dummy's head, knocking it completely off. The head bounced on the ground before rolling away several more feet.