She couldn't help but softly pace around the front door of her bathroom listening in case the man took a tumble in her shower. After all, he was walking around like a newborn fawn at the moment and she did not trust he wouldn't end up hurting himself worse than he already was. She was also worried about what she was going to do about him. She doubted he would go to a hospital, but did he have someone who could help and care for him if she did somehow get him back to his apartment? It was clear when she got his stuff that he lived alone, no one else's clothes, shoes or belongings seemed present. Hmm did he have any friends in the area? Okay that was a stupid thought the number one hero more than likely did not have any friends that lived in this neighborhood. Still maybe one of them could come and get him and nurse him back to health. Did pro hero's have any non pro hero friends? Since last she knew pro hero's tended to work rather long hours compared to some and were always on call. Then there were missions to deal with. Could a pro hero actually take the time to care for him on top of their job? She just worked waiting tables at a nearby restaurant. It's not like she worked more than eight hours on any given day. Still she didn't like the idea of being stuck with him. This was truly a discussion they were going to need to have before she went to work.
Finally the water for the shower stopped running and she couldn't help but press her ear against the door listening closely in case he was in some sort of trouble but refused to ask for help. She could hear slow shuffling before it sounded like he ended up sitting on her toilet since there probably wasn't even enough room for him to sit on the floor in her tiny bathroom. At least now she didn't have to worry about him falling as she once again started to pace till she heard him softly call out.
"Sugahara?" he called out her name which had her quickly lean towards the door.
"Yes?" She called back softly.
"Ugh could you come help me?" she was pretty sure she could already see the man blushing at the simple request of needing help even before she stepped into the room and saw his red face.
"Sure," She calls out as she opens the door and steps in to find the man now dressed.
"Hold on while you're sitting down. I want to check and apply new bandages before you move again. She said before grabbing her first aid kit once again as she pulled out clean gauze and watched the man just lift up his shirt showing off most of his abs. Damn the man was drool worthy that was for sure. Yet for some reason she had a feeling he did not realize how attractive he is as he watched her walk towards him and carefully peel off the gauze from the night before. Her stitches were not great but they held. He isn't bleeding any more but the skin around looked more red than she would like as bruising also littered the skin around the wound.
"I never asked but what the hell happened to you last night?" She asked as she made sure the wound was clean and dry before she pressed gauze to him and this time wrapped some tension bandage around him to help keep the gauze in place.
"Oh you know fighting villains and what not," He mumbled, not actually answering her question. She assumed it must have been something bad if he wouldn't tell her.
"Fine, don't tell me," She was completely sticking her bottom lip out and pouting as she wrapped bandages around his torso.
"We also need to talk about what you're going to do. You can't get up on your own. Do you have any friends that you could get help from?" She asked as she leaned back from him and admired her less than perfect handy work before she looked over at him watching him blush and drop his shirt as his other hand ran through his hair.
"Well most of my friends are fellow pro hero's. I'm not sure if any of them could help very much. Plus most would be even more persistent than you about going to a hospital," He said, giving her a sheepish looking smile. So he didn't want a friend dragging his ass to the hospital was the biggest reason.
"Alright then stay put here while I'm at work. Let's get you back into bed then," She said as she stepped to his side the best she could and once again she draped his strong arm over her shoulder before helping him up to his feet. At least this time he did not sway when he stood up. So that's an improvement right?
"Thanks again Sugahara," he said with a duck of his head and a rather guilty look on his face.
"Stop thanking me and apologizing. Just be happy I'm not a bitch and won't toss you out on your ass alone," she said as she helped him back to her room where different bed sheets now covered her bed. She doubted she would get the blood out of the other set but at least she had an old backup. Glancing over at him she finally noticed the shirt he was wearing bore two big double r's across the front.
"You are a really big fan of your fellow hero's aren't you?" She asked with a giggle at the thought of the All Might boxers she was very aware he was currently wearing. Of course the idiot's face turned red and he started to stutter something about likening to support his friends. His face was so red she almost couldn't see his freckles any more.
"Oh calm down sugar cookie. I think it's nice you buy your friends merchandise. But it does make you look like a nerd," She couldn't help but tease him lightly as she slowly helped him to sit down on the edge of her bed.
"Kacchan says the same thing, though he doesn't say anything when I wear something from his line," Midoriya says as he gives a small embarrassed chuckle but still that small lopsided boyish grin remains.
"You have mentioned that name a few times. Kacchan must be a pretty good friend of yours if you talk about them so much," She said, unable to hold back her curiosity as she straightened up and stretched a little. Her body isn't used to all the heavy lifting she had been doing the last couple of hours and is starting to protest as it grows stiff on her.
"He is. We have known each other since we were little kids. We went through UA together. He's a little rough around the edges but he's really a great guy and hero," Midoriya said as the smile on his face only grew wider at the memories of his dear childhood friend. A great guy and hero? She was pretty sure she had heard an interview where Deku had said the same thing about someone once before? Who was it again?
"It almost sounds like you're talking about Dynamite every time someone questions how you just let him just yell at you the way he does," of course being able to connect the dots had surprised Midoriya a little but still he smiled innocently at her as he nodded his head.
"Well that's just how Kacchan is. I think a part of his loud personality is just linked to his quirk. He's always a little loud and aggressive, it's just who he is but deep down he's a good guy," She could feel her jaw drop at hearing the little sugar cookie defend someone like Dynamite but to hear that the two are childhood friends well she would never have guessed that, not with the way the angry blonde treats the green haired man on tv. Of course her blunt surprise just seems to make the man laugh which in turn had him hiss and grip at his side when his body deemed laughing too painful.
"Everyone always gives me looks like that when I say almost anything about Kacchan," He said his shoulders still shaking softly with a silent laugh though it was short lived as even that hurt like hell.
"Well yeah! It's kinda hard to believe you're talking about the same man. Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite, Like first off who the hell tries to make that their hero name, second have you seen the guy in any interview? The man is loud, rude, egotistical and obnoxious, like how the hell did he get into the top ten heroes. Scratch that i am sure it's simple because of those good looks saving his ass," She was completely ranting and raving now about the blonde hero that she really personally did not like. She was so worked up she had even started to wave her hands around a little before throwing them up when she admitted the man's good looks had to be the only thing saving his top hero spot. Of course poor Deku could only watch the woman rant about his dear friend. Though she wasn't completely wrong and he had also learned long ago not everyone had the same opinion of Bakugo as he did. So he couldn't just argue with her since she wasn't completely wrong.
"Well you're not completely wrong. Kacchan is a bit rough. But he has gotten better since high school. He was really bad back then. It's just who he is to be loud and I think more so crude. But he speaks his mind honestly, to honestly really. But if you actually get to know him you would find he is not that bad," Izuku said, trying to stand up for his friend but the look he got from the woman standing in front of him clearly told him she was not convinced. He wanted to offer to introduce her to him. But he feared the two may be a bit similar and feared fists may fly if it escalated past insults and screaming at each other. But the woman standing before him really did remind himself of his best friend.
"Yeah and pigs will start flying," she nearly snorted, finding it hard to believe the angry blonde man was not as bad as she assumed.
"Whatever. I don't have time for this. Lay back and relax. I gotta head to work soon. I'll grab you some more water but I hope you will be okay on your own. Oh hand me your phone," she said, giving him more of an order than asking him for his cell phone. She watched as he handed his cell phone over to her without arguing as she sent a text to her own phone and heard the phone still sitting on her night stand vibrating.
"There. Now you have my cell number. If anything happens I guess you can call or text me while I'm at work. But beware I may not answer right away if I'm working," she said before she turned and walked over to her little dresser pulling out her uniform. Well really it was a short little tight black skirt. A tight black strappy little matching black top. And of course she grabbed the most padded bra she owned. She was going to need all the help she could get to make good tips. She needed to get groceries but also she was worried about Midoriya's injury. Infection is a real concern and he won't go to the hospital for what ever stupid reason. She needed to see if she could get her hands on some antibiotics for him. Ugh what a pain this was turning out to be.
She had to struggle not to laugh as she watched the man's face turn all sorts of different shades of red the second she pulled a bra out of her dresser. Poor guy acted like he ain't never seen a bra before. Oh what an innocent idiot he was.
"I'd say don't go peaking through my things while I am at work. But you can't exactly walk. And something tells me you wouldn't do that for risk of giving yourself a heart attack," her tone was completely teasing as she tried not to laugh as she looked over her shoulder at the poor man who was still looking incredibly uncomfortable and embarrassed. He looked more like he had just walked into a woman's changing room and been caught red handed in such an action.
"I would never do that," he stuttered out as his gaze quickly looked away as if seeing her holding her change of clothing was the equivalent of seeing her naked. Was a sweet and innocent little sugar cookie he was.
"Ah yes. Cause you're a big strong hero right? Alright cinnamon roll calm down before your face explodes," and yet she couldn't keep the smirk from pulling at her lips as she swirled her bra around one finger as she started to leave her bedroom ready to go to the bathroom to be able to change saving the poor man from having an aneurysm if he actually was forced to watch her get changed. She spent a lot of effort saving the man she didn't need to be the reason he died.
"You are not going to stop with the sweat themed nicknames are you?" He asked as she once again called him a cinnamon roll.
"Nope," she said, popping the P as she said it before slipping out of the bedroom.
Once she walked out of the tiny bathroom she was now dressed for work, the skirt made it hard to bend down. If she wasn't careful, bending over would show off her ass. Her shirt clung to her top half and the bra she wore was a bit tight, the padding pushed everything up and together nearly making it hard for the top to contain the girls. Her hair had been slightly curled, a good bit of makeup caked her face. As annoying as it all was, she knew this would make men tip better. Walking into her bedroom she grabbed her cell phone from the night stand where it had been charging. She also grabbed the small little black pouch she had that housed her float of change, a pad of paper and a few pens.
"Is there anything you need before I leave?" she asked, pausing as she glanced over at the man who was leaning against the headboard of her bed with her two only pillows supporting him.
"Nah I'll be fine till you return," he said after a second.
"Okay good," she said simply as she slipped her pouch around her waist and listened to it clip in place before she slipped her phone into her bra and turned to head out slipping on some old black flats that would make working at least a little more comfortable compared to the rest of her outfit.
She was leaving home a little bit earlier than normal. But she wanted to deal with one issue before work would start. She needs to get her hands on some antibiotics for the idiot hero taking up her bed. The risk of infection was very real, and even if he didn't get an infection it would still slow his healing down. Some actual pain meds may be helpful but that she could just get at a drug store though she did worry Advil may not do that much good. But getting her hands on illegal drugs would get expensive. He would have to make due with Advil; she could at least afford that.
She walked down the sidewalk looking for a familiar face before she finally found him where he typically would be this time of day. Long greasy hair was pushed back into a low ponytail. The man was tall and lanky, honestly he reminded her of an insect in many ways. He was almost ten years older than herself in his mid thirties at least.
"Bando," she mumbled as she approached the man watching as the man's lips curled up into a rather creepy smile.
"Well well look who it is. Little Aoi," he said grinning as he took in the view of the woman before him.
"Don't be so informal. And you know I hate when you call me that," she growled at him as her glossed up lips pressed together. She always hated dealing with the man. But he was always reliable when something was needed.
"Awe come now. I'm hurt that you want to act like we don't know each other," he said, faking a look of being upset.
"I'm a customer, nothing else," she said simply and watched as he arched an eyebrow at her.
"Well then what is it the beautiful lady needs today?" He asked knowing she only came to him when desperate for something hard to get.
"Antibiotics. And make sure it's good shit," she said, crossing her arms over her chest trying to hide the view from the man before her as she watched those beady little eyes of his roam down to rest on her chest before slowly making their way up to her face once again.
"Oh are you playing doctor again? And you know that won't be cheap," he said as his eyes finally returned to her face.
"I'm well aware it won't be cheap. I'll swing back around after work. Have it ready for me by then or I'll go elsewhere," she said simply not removing her arms from her chest.
"Alright alright I'll see you later than little Aoi," the man said with a deep chuckle as he turned and disappeared down an alleyway as she quickly started walking down the street once again now heading straight to the train station and heading to work.
Pulling out her cell phone she looked at the message she had sent to herself from Midoriya's cell phone. Adding him into the small list of contacts she had she put in his fun little nickname as she put him into her phone as Sugar Cookie. She knew better than to add him using his hero name. That could get her in trouble if anyone saw. Even if it was used as a joke she could still get herself into trouble, people in her neighborhood did not like hero's. It was a good reminder that she needed to make sure no one knew she was currently harboring the number one hero and nursing him back to health. That could get her ass beat or worse could find her dead if the wrong person got their hands on her. She needed to be careful or she could find herself in a lot of trouble. How had she found herself in this situation? And why her?