With clean clothes in hand she quickly headed for her bathroom. A quick shower was much needed as she watched the pink water run down the drain for a few seconds before the water was running clear again. It was a lot to take in knowing that the number one hero was currently taking up her bed as she showered quickly before getting out and throwing on another loose shirt and some leggings this time not wanting to give the poor little sugar cookie a heart attack on top of his blood loss.
Once she was dry and freshly dressed she carried her blood stained clothes out and grabbed a garbage bag to toss them into before setting it down by her door. Her bed sheets were going to need to join her ruined clothes. Great another expense, what did a new set of sheets cost? She really did not want to think about how much she was going to have to budget in order to afford new sheets. With the thought of the hero entering her head she silently walked to her bedroom before poking her head into the still dark room. Soft breathing told her he was asleep. Leaving him, she closed the door and turned to head to her living room. Sleep was not an option any more at nearly five in the morning. Her cheap couch was far too uncomfortable to sleep on. She just had to hope that he would be able to hobble to his own home in a few hours and she could have her bed back for a quick nap before her afternoon shift. But for now she sat on the hard couch and turned her tv on quickly turning the volume down she looked for the local news station. She rarely watched the news, she didn't enjoy the reminder of how weak and useless she was in this world where she was a minority.
Really she was trying to find out what the hell the hero in her bedroom had been doing to end up in his current state. But currently there was nothing rather recent about his actions other than a recap of a purse snatcher he stopped and how he helped a school bus of kids that had driven off a bridge. Nothing that explained his start during an ungodly hour of the night. Was it simply too early? She found it hard to believe paparazzi and the news never saw anything as it seemed like the man always had a shadow following him since he made the number one spot a couple years ago. It only had a stone start to sit in her gut making her feel uncomfortable. She could only hope whoever dealt that damage to Deku was in an even worse shape. Still it had her closing all the blinds to her home and double checking the lock on her door.
She was often paranoid enough on a good day but adding the fact she had an injured number one hero in her home, she could think of a few people who lived in the neighborhood who would happily do whatever they could to get to the man and kill him. What a moron to live in an area that housed a large criminal population. More people in the area were bound to try and kill him then help him especially if he's injured. Of course that made her question her own sanity, she was already an easy target in the neighborhood for being a quirkless woman, but if anyone learned she was helping the hero she could find herself in some hot water.
She had always been too nice for her own good, helping anyone who was hurt even if she knew they were a criminal or not. Though maybe that was what kept her ass safe was a few people who owed her at least a little bit. But still helping a hero? She didn't even like hero's either. She could have just called 911 and let him be someone else's issue. Sure people would probably see him being pulled from her home but still she could be honest and say he broke into her home in a delusional state. Panicked and scared, the poor quirkless woman called 911 thinking someone was trying to kill her. It wouldn't be that far of a lie he had nearly given her a heart attack thinking that was what had happened before she was able to turn on the light in her room.
Eventually she ended up channel surfing trying to find someone to watch and help make staying awake easier as her home slowly started to fill with light as the sun eventually started to break over the horizon and even the curtains could not keep it all out. The growl of her stomach finally drove her some hours later to get up and stretch. Her back popped a few times before she yawned and slowly made her way into the kitchen. What did she have enough of to make enough for two? Rice she had a good deal of. But what to make with it? She was incredibly unprepared for a guest, hell she really didn't have enough to feed herself anything but rice. She used the last of her bread for his sandwich last night which she had hoped to have for lunch today. She was hoping tips at the restaurant would get her enough to buy a few groceries.
Sigh softly she at least got the rice started in the rice cooker before trying to scrounge up something for him to go with it. She could live with just the rice herself and maybe get a cheap meal once she gets to work. Deciding to check on him she left the kitchen and proceeded to poke her head into the bedroom though this time she was greeted with a soft smile as the man sat up against the headboard of her bed. Seems he was awake, she hoped she did not wake him while she had been rummaging about her empty kitchen.
"Good morning. How are you feeling?" She asked as she turned on the light and walked towards him as her eyes glanced down at the gauze that sat over her handy work. It sported an angry red spot but at least looked like it had not bled through the bandage.
"Like I got hit by a bus," He mumbled, still seemingly half asleep as she walked up towards him. His bloody gloves sat on her night stand beside the dirty plate she still had not retrieved.
"Well you look like you decided to fight with one. You're lucky you didn't bleed to death last night," She scolded him as she grabbed the plate off the nightstand now that she could walk far enough into the room to get it.
"Do you think you can move? I was about to start some breakfast. Once you eat we should see if we can get you back on your feet, cleaned and dressed in something not covered in blood and dirt," She said silently adding and get him to his own home and out of hers.
"I'm not too sure," he said softly as he raised one arm to rub the back of his neck but that action had him hiss and give up mid attempt. And seeing the fact that he could barely lift his arm she was a little worried about how hard it may be to get him out of her bed.
"Well stay put for now. Let's get some food into you first then we will see how you're feeling after you eat some," She said as she turned and headed out of her bedroom leaving him to try and get comfortable as she headed back to the kitchen to make him some food and herself a bowl of rice. It wasn't much but she was at least able to make him a bit of food as she grabbed him a large bowl of rice alone with a bit of salmon she had been saving.
Tapping her hip into the door it swung open as she strolled into the room seeing the man was still in the same position as he had been when she checked on him last. It seemed he must have been feeling at least a bit better as his face seemed to light up at the view and smell of the freshly cooked food.
"Here it's not much I had planned to go get groceries tomorrow," She mumbled as she walked towards the bed as he slightly shifted a little bit to better make himself more comfortable before she offered him the food. Spotting the glass on the nightstand empty she grabbed it once her hands were free. She may as well get him a fresh glass of water to go with his meal. Once the new glass of water was sitting on the nightstand she left him to eat in peace. With him fed she was able to eat her rice as she hid in the kitchen still unsure what she was going to do next with the hero. Stuffing her face quickly she went to retrieve his dishes so she could get everything washed up before she would try and get ready for work in a bit.
Walking into the room she found that he had not completely finished his meal and was still slowly working at his food. His movements were slow and sluggish, his body must have been aching a good bit if he still was working at his food.
"I hope the food is good," She said softly as she walked towards the bed and took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"It's good, thank you," He said simply between slow mouthfuls.
"Do you think you could make it to the bathroom? You really should be cleaned up. A shower would be good for you, then I will redress your wound. Um you're going to need clean clothes too," She mumbled the last part more so to herself as she glanced over at him.
"A shower would be so wonderful right about now. Not sure though if I'll be able to get there on my own. But in the meantime if I give you my key can you run next door and grab me some fresh clothes?" Of course the little cinnamon roll was blushing at his request to send a stranger not only into his home but also she would have to go into his bedroom. A stranger was about to find out how big of an All Might fan he was since his room had not not changed much even after moving out of his mothers or the dorms of UA.
"Sure it's no problem. Give me your keys and I'll go get anything you need," She agreed as much as she would have rather just sent the man back to his own home she would probably have to drag him across the floor to get him there at this moment. And that was not physically possible at the moment. She wasn't stupid there was no way she could forcefully move the mountain of muscle that was sitting on her bed. The least she could do was grab him some clean clothes. With a nod of his head she watched him reach into a pocket of the utility belt he was still wearing and pulled out a small ring of keys. Only two keys sat on the little ring, one for the door and one for the mailbox it seemed. Was he serious? No multiple locks on his door? She almost envied him. Either he was stupid, didn't care about being robbed or felt confident that no one would rob him.
"Alright I'll go and grab some clothes for you, so I'll be right back. Try and finish eating by the time I get back," She said as she took his keys and stood up off the bed. Stepping out of the bedroom she walked through her little apartment and headed for the door walking into the hallway. She glanced around making sure no one was around as she locked her door behind her. With a check no doors were open in the hall before she quickly walked to the next door beside hers. She had never met the previous tenant, hell she wasn't even too sure how long the pro hero had been living beside her. Quickly sliding the key into the doorknob she unlocked the door before quickly sliding into the apartment and locking the door behind her. Her paranoia was as strong as ever as she didn't trust leaving either of the doors unlocked with his keys and hers in her hand.
Looking around the apartment she almost could not believe that they lived in the same building. His apartment almost didn't look anything like hers. A large tv and nice couch sat in his living room, his kitchen looked a little bare but still had more appliances than hers did even though it didn't look like he used any of it. Heading for his bedroom first she tried not to pause or think about walking into a stranger's home. After all, he had asked her to do this. As soon as she flicked the light on she paused as she took in the childish looking room. Well she had never met anyone like this man. All Might stuff littered the room from posters on the wall to figurines on shelf's. It was a bit to take in as she felt like she had just walked into some teen boys room, actually maybe it would have been less weird if there were posters of half naked women rather than the previous symbol of peace. Or was this simply something hero's had a tendency to do? She wasn't too sure nor did she want to think about it too hard as she walked over to his dresser grabbing the first shirt, boxers, and pants that she came across.
Fighting back a giggle she couldn't help but notice the All Might boxers in her hands that she folded between the grey sweat pants and red shirt she had grabbed. She didn't care if the shirt and pants did not match. Not like she expected anyone to see him in it but herself. Deciding he may want some of his toiletries she made her way to his bathroom to grab his shampoo and conditioner along with a razor, he may want to shave that stubble she had noticed was starting to appear on his chin. Geez even his shampoo and conditioner looked expensive just like almost everything else in his home. Entering his home truly felt like she had walked into a different world. Photos of him with whom she could only assume was his mother and friends littered the walls. Even once her hands were full she was about to walk out when she paused at a photo by his door. It was clearly Deku standing beside a short middle aged woman, she sported the same green hair and eyes as him. It was easy to guess that had been his both as the two held each other in a tight embrace both smiling widely at the camera. It was so cute it was almost sickening. Once again she poked her head out of the door and into the hallway she glanced up and down the hall before stepping out and locking the door. She nearly sprinted back to her apartment and unlocked the door, quickly slipping into the apartment she quickly locked the multiple locks on her door already being reminded of how she and him clearly lived in different worlds.
"I'm back Deku," She called out before walking into the bathroom with the armful of belongings before heading to her bedroom to be greeted by his wide boyish grin. It almost felt more like he was a dog welcoming home its master as he smiled at her.
"You don't have to call me Deku. Midoriya is just fine," He said blushing softly as she used his hero name to address him.
"Oh sorry it's just a habit," She said simply as she walked towards him, now spotting the empty dishes on the nightstand.
"I left you some clean clothes in the bathroom. I also grabbed your shampoo and conditioner. I wasn't sure you would want to use mine," She said simply as she offered him back his keys to his apartment.
"You should really invest in more locks. And I'd suggest you not let the neighbors see your place. You scream I have money and people will not hesitate to try and break in," She said a little bluntly but he just chuckled at her mild concern.
"It's fine even if someone did rob me it wouldn't be the end of the world," He said simply which just had her blink her eyes at him. Damn rich guy. Resisting the urge to grind her teeth she simply huffed a breath as she tried not to pout.
"Well I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy someone stealing that All Might collection. You may at least want a lock on your bedroom door. Whatever. Lets get your large ass up and to the bathroom," She mumbled, completely pouting at the thought of how he didn't worry about money. Meanwhile she worried about her next meal, no wonder everyone in the neighborhood hated heroes.
"Thank you again for everything. I really owe you one Sugahara," He said, giving her a wide boyish looking grin. He seemed so carefree even though he had a hole in his gut and could barely stand up even with help.
"Just don't kill over on me. I don't want to have to deal with the trouble that would cause me," She said simply as she walked over and slung one of his large arms over her shoulder, "on the count of three lets get you up."
"One, two, three," she counted out loud before the two of them both pushed up forcing his feet to touch the ground beneath him as they both stood up. She felt his body sway before leaning into her a little before he found his balance.
"How are you doing cinnamon roll?" She asked him to which she got a chuckle from the man.
"What up with the sweet nicknames. Last night you called me a sugar cookie and today a cinnamon roll," He said with a deep chuckle as he slowly took a small step before waiting for her to follow after him as they slowly inched their way across her bedroom.
"Because you're an innocent moron. Even being a pro hero you don't look like you would willingly hurt a fly. You're just a sweet innocent boy. You remind me of a sugar cookie," She answered rather honestly with a light giggle. She couldn't help it even with this man being a mountain of strong muscles with a quirk that could take on the world he still just looked like some stupidly innocent kid to her.
After what felt like an hour they were able to get him into the bathroom where she sat him down on the toilet with the lid down. She was a little unsure but he was persistent he would be able to stand long enough to allow himself to shower. It was probably best this way to keep the hole in his gut clean and not sit in filthy water but still she was a little worried about him toppling over in the shower. As she turned the shower on she watched his hands struggle to reach for the zipper on the back of his costume. It probably wasn't normally an issue to reach but with his limited mobility and the hisses of pain when he pulled at his stitches or stretched in a wait that clearly hurt something.
"Don't exhaust yourself there sugar cookies. Let me," She said as she leaned over him to reach for the zipper before she tugged it a little bit down his neck and into the middle of his shoulder blades before she could no longer reach. She didn't even notice she was leaning into him, pressing her chest against him as she shifted to reach around him before once again grabbing the zipper and finishing to tug it the rest of the way down.
It wasn't till she pulled away that she was able to take in the man's freckled face was beet red. Assuming it was the fact a woman had started to undress him it must have embarrassed him. But still she found it funny as she gave a light giggle at his flushed face.
"And that is why you're a sugar cookie. I'll leave the rest to you. If you need anything, just call," She said as she stepped away from him and out of her small bathroom leaving the flustered man to finish undressing himself as he tried to mumble out a thanks but nothing came. Once he was alone he slowly dragged himself up and into her shower. Luckily it was only a few small shuffled steps for him to step into her shower. The hot water was amazing in the moment as it felt like it was washing away at least a little bit of his stress.