A/N: This is literally something no one asked for but I thought of and have been on my mind for days now. I thought to do an AU chapter then get back to regular chapters. It's just to spice things up while I'll figure out my writer's block.

Living in a small apartment in the deepest part of the city may have its perks and have its downsides. One of the many perks of it is you're within walking distance of every store you could think of. It saves money on gas. One of the downsides is that crime happens on the daily. Whether it be petty theft or grand theft auto, something is happening. Katrina pulled out her keys to her apartment building to unlock the gate. She glanced around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. She let out a deep slow breath. Earlier, she was called in to help with triage. A massive explosion happened due to villain activity. It harmed around 60 or so people. Katrina sometimes wished she never had a healing quirk. It places her on urgent status consistently. She would like to have a break every once and a while. Once inside of her apartment, she threw her keys in the key bowl. There is another reason why she wished she had a different quirk. She keeps having a visitor pop in and out whenever he felt like it. Mostly when he was injured due to some fight he was involved in. Katrina knelt down sliding her nurse shoes off and neatly placed them by the door. A yawn escaped from her lips, "I really do need a vacation..."

Since she lived alone, she was able to strip of her clothing on the way to the shower. From the door to the bathroom, she left a trail of her scrubs. She will pick them up later to throw into the dirty pile. Surprisingly she didn't get any blood or any other human liquids on her. She was grateful for that. While waiting for the shower to heat up, she leaned forward towards the mirror. Her lithe fingers lightly poked and prodded at her facial skin. Slowly she could see the dark circles start to become more prominent. With her right hand, she rubbed the tired skin to try to wake up a little bit. Steam started to occupy the air and Katrina felt this is the right temperature.

A multiple scarred hand went under the window pushing it up. The owner of the hand slid inside of the living room before closing the window. An aroma of a chamomile and lilacs reached his nose. His muscles relaxed at the aroma wafting from the bathroom. A smirk played on his lips as he walked around the apartment. He pulled open the fridge seeing multiple pre-made lunches stacked ontop of each other. He took one out and popped the lid. A sweet smell of the tomato sauce smacked him in the face. Being here before, he slink over to the utensil drawer and pulled out a fork. When he first found out the woman didn't have any chop sticks, he frowned. He didn't understand how a Japanese woman wouldn't have chopsticks in her home. That was till he found out she was originally from America and moved here for better work opportunities. It took him some time to squeeze that information out of her. The man moved to the living room with the small lunch and plopped onto the cushioned couch. His legs stretched out. He hummed in satisfaction after the first bite.

Katrina opened the door of the bathroom. A large cloud of steam exited. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel and a silk robe wrapped around her body. Katrina moved to her kitchen to grab a quick bottle of water. Something caught her eye when she noticed a premade lunch meal was missing from the five made. Her eyes narrowed. She turned around looking around in her apartment. A familiar mop of black hair hung off the side of the couch. Slight movement of a fork moving towards a mouth made her suspicions right. Katrina headed to the couch with crossed arms. Her grey eyes glared at the man casually eating her lunch. She cleared her throat. The man's dark eyes slowly shot upward. The man winked as he complimented her cooking, "Food's great. I did like that what was it?"

The fork clanked with the glass container. He snapped his fingers when the memory came back to him, "Ah, that's right it was the maple ginger chicken with rice. You should make that again."

Katrina grabbed the lunch out of his hands, "What are you doing here? Get out. I thought I told you stop contacting me."

The black haired man sat up giving her one of his smiles. She would never tell him it made her weak in the knees. Not in a million years. She couldn't and wouldn't. The black haired man piped up, "You did say that. However, I am in need of your services tonight."

Katrina glanced at the clock. It read 2:00 am. Katrina shook her head moving to the kitchen. She replaced the lid on the container and placed the container in its rightful place. The auburn haired woman shook her head once more, "No. I told you I'm not helping you. I helped you too many times on empty threats. I could be considered as an accomplice now."

Katrina felt a metal woven fabric wrap around her wrist. He gave it a tug when he stood up from the couch. The two of them met towards the middle. His warm breath fanned over her face. His words tickled her skin, "Who says they were empty threats?"

Katrina tried to push him away but his hands gripped at her biceps. He kept her in place. She turned away refusing to look at him. His lips were centimeters away from the shell of her ear, "I can easily take care of it. I'll have my great friend simply destroy the building. His voice can be shattering."

Katrina tried to wiggle out of his grip. She grunted in between words, "Don't you dare bring him up!"

He moved his head back to get a good look at the woman in front of him. His brows raised. His voice dropped, "Sad that your brother changed sides? He talked about you a lot. He misses you."

Katrina felt tears start to well. Her strength fluctuated in terms of trying to get out of his grip. Her voice came out strong, "He can fuck right off!"

A low whistle escaped the man's lips. The man gripped the woman's chin pulling her face towards him, "Look at me, Kat."

Katrina squeezed her eyes shut," You can fuck yourself too!"

Katrina felt the man's presence closer to her person. His thumb was lightly pressed against her lips. His next words felt like a bucket of water fell on her, "I guess he's going to die tonight with the refusal of your help."

Katrina's grey eyes shot open. She could see the seriousness on his face. Slowly he released his grip on her. The man knew he wouldn't be able to bring actual harm to the woman. His grip on her the whole time was loose but only tightened when she tried to escape away from him. Her silk robe was sliding off of her left shoulder resting on the crook of her elbow. It still covered her chest. The man looked away shoving his hands in his pockets. Katrina mumbled a be right back before disappearing into her room.

Grey eyes widened at the sight of her heavily injured brother. Blood was trickling from his mouth and wounds. His glasses were off to the side broken. His blond hair was matted with blood and sweat. The black haired man lightly tapped the blond's foot, "I brought her."

The blond weakly opened his eyes. A blur of familiar auburn hair made him feel relaxed. A light whisper escaped his lips, "Kitty Kat."

Katrina scolded the blond, "Shut up, you idiot. Relax."

The black haired man watched the woman sat at the edge of the bed. She moved the blond's hair away from his face. The black haired man tched turning on his heel. A few young kids tried to get a peek into the room when they saw a woman enter with Eraserhead. A green haired teen asked, "Who is she?"

Eraserhead popped a cigarette in his lips. The cigarette bounced as he talked, "No one you need to know. Need to know basis. Shouldn't you be with Froppy for the bank heist?"

The green haired boy laughed nervously, "Don't worry about it!"

With that, the green teen left the older man's sight. He lit the cancer stick and slowly blew out the plume of smoke. Inside of the room, Katrina gripped her adopted brother's hand. She could feel his pain and wounds transfer to her body. A cough escaped from her lips. With his strength returned, the blond tried to move his hand out of her grip but she kept it ironclad. Katrina scolded, "Idiot I'm almost done."

The blond reached over and flicked her forehead, "You're the idiot if you keep at this, ya know?"

Katrina rolled her eyes. Despite being a non hero, she was able to contact a support company and have health regeneration pills be made for her. It helped a ton when she is needed in the ER. With her free hand, she returned the gesture, "You're the idiot. You think I'm not prepared for whatever you've done? What happened anyways?"

The blond leaned back on the bed, "Another villain group blew up a building I was casually strolling by."

She knew he would dress very casually if he needed to for a break or to get groceries for his little gang. Another cough escaped her lips but this time a trickle of blood slid down. With his full strength, he pulled away from her grasp. This time the siblings switched places. She was on the bed and he was healthy as an ox. The blond scolded, "You were called in weren't you for that explosion?"

Katrina nodded sleepily, "Yeah. I'm one of the only nurses with a healing quirk to take on that many."

The blond called out to the other room, "Shouta!"

Eraserhead popped his head in with a raised brow. The blond pointed to the female, "Make sure she doesn't go to sleep yet."

Dark eyes traveled to the female who now looks sick. He mentally scolded himself for not thinking they would call her in to the hospital. The blond and black haired men switched places. The black haired man gave a smirk looking down at the female, "Well I finally got you in my bed."

Katrina sent a soft glare to the man. He put out his cigarette in the ash tray on the night stand. Katrina huffed, "I wouldn't be sleep with you even if you're the last man on Earth."

Shouta let out a low whistle, "That's a big claim, sweetheart."

He lightly played with her auburn hair. He recalled, "That's not what happened a few weeks ago."

A light tinge blush flushed on her cheeks. Shouta felt smug that he was able to bring the nurse's legs into jelly. And he was able to make her squeal under his touch. Katrina scoffed, "That was a mistake."

Eraserhead's brows raised up. He didn't feel a tinge of hurt from those words. He asked teasingly, "You sure? I was sure you enjoyed it. I know I for sure enjoyed it."

His fingertips lightly grazed from her ear to her lips. She could feel the goosebumps raise. He replaced his fingers with his warm breath fanning over her skin. Katrina couldn't help but her eyes glanced quickly at his soft lips. He pulled away when the blond came back. The blond had a tray of food and water, "I want you to regain your strength, Kitty Kat."

Katrina sat up giving a stretch, "I'm fine, Hizashi. I feel better now. I should be get going before someone catches me here with a hoard of villains."

Hizashi felt his shoulders slacken at the thought of his sister leaving, "Oh... Oh okay..."

Katrina felt her heart tinge with pain. Katrina moved around the black haired man. She felt him grab her hand. She glanced behind her. He warned her, "Be careful for Yamada's sake."

In her palm, she felt a piece of paper being placed. She quickly glanced down at the ripped paper before closing her hand around it. Katrina rolled her eyes at the black haired man, "I'm fine. I'm always fine. I have my guardian angel with me."

Shouta resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Hizashi placed the tray to the side, "I'll walk you out."

Katrina nodded following her brother. She still felt incredibly weak but she refused to be put in that situation. A situation where she would give him more of her heart and her but she felt it was already too late.

In the shadows lurked a certain villain who became protective over the nurse. The nurse walked down the street to head back to her apartment building. There she would get ready for her sleep. The nurse opened the window to her bedroom. A light breeze blew into the room. She slipped into her bed. After a few moments, she felt the bed pushed down due to a new found weight. A pair of boots hit the floor and the rustle of clothes being taken off reached her ears. Her back was to the window and to the new occupant. A pair of scarred arms wrapped around her waist. He breathed into her hair smelling the chamomile and lilacs. She felt a light kiss placed on the shell of her ear. With what kind of day she had, she knew the villain wouldn't keep away. He would stay with her for the night and leave before she wakes up. She knew he was worried about her health and over-usage of her quirk.

When they first met, the nurse found him bleeding from a wound to his side in the alley way. She immediately started to help him towards her apartment. She didn't ask questions. She simply took away his pain and wound slowly as earlier in the day she used her quirk too much. The nurse kept him hydrated and fed. When he was healed halfway, she told him she knew who he was. The villain Eraserhead. The nurse said she didn't care because he was still human. He still needed her to help him. During the course of three days, he found her attractive. He found her caring. He found he would do anything to protect this woman, love this woman, cherish this woman.

Over time, he would pop in and have her heal him. He says to her she is the only one he trusts to handle his wounds. After the hundredth visit, she refused him telling him to get out. However, she changed her tune when she saw blood dripping from his sleeve. A wound by the artery that nearly took his life. When he woke up, he saw she had her head on her bed and her hand grasping his lightly. He could see the tear streak stains on her cheeks. Her lips were a shade o red from all of the crying, he figured. That was when he couldn't help himself and kissed her. From then and out, he would surprise her with a kiss on the lips. She didn't push him away but she didn't return it either. Until one day, she returned it and the kiss between the two was slow and passionate. His hands were woven in her hair. Her small hands pulled at his capture scarf. From then on, it escalated whenever a kiss was shared. Of course, despite being a villain he would only keep at it with her consent. Eraserhead didn't want to mess this up as he felt a natural attraction with the woman. He could see the woman in his future. He could see her bearing his children. He could see her dressed in a beautiful dress heading down an aisle towards him before they say their vows. Unfortunately, the villain could not just drop his occupation. He could not run from the law and heroes. They would track him down and have him face his criminal charges. He wouldn't want to bring her down that path but he could not help but see her. Be with her. On the first time the two adults became one, he blurted out an ' I love you '. That scared her. He saw it. That's when she started to shoo him away but when he would come around she never physically shooed him away. It was always verbal. Katrina never stopped showing her distaste of him being in her home even when the two of them would lay on the couch watching a movie with him playing with her hair. She would grumble here and there but she would do the exact opposite and nuzzle into his side. Two sides of the law gathered in her home to leave such things at the door or in his case the windowsill. Inside of her apartment, they are two adults who happened to fall in love with each other. On the outside, she was a nurse at the major hospital and he was an underground villain.