The morning light coming in from the windows in the living room woke her before her alarm did. Though the fact she forgot to plug her phone in had left it with almost no battery life. But that was fine. She could plug it in later. Slowly sitting up she could feel the pressure in her back release in gratifying pops as her body shifted and she stretched out her sore back. The floor had definitely not been the most comfortable place to sleep, bust still it was better than her stupidly stiff couch. She had slept in better places but she had slept in worse at least she was not freezing or out in the weather. One more night and she would have her bed back.
The thought of a nice hot shower sounded really heavenly at that moment. But that would mean she would have to sneak into her bedroom and see if she could grab some clothes without waking up the injured idiot who currently occupied her bed. The other option would be to put her dirty clothes back on, or just not have a shower. But she really wanted to allow her body to relax. Sighing, she gathered up the cups that had been left around the living room and took the two mugs to the kitchen. May as well clean them while she tries to decide what to do.
Washing what few dishes she had sitting in the sink only took a few minutes before she was now slowly walking towards her bedroom. She decided to just stick her head into her bedroom. If he was sound asleep she would tip toe over to her dresser and at least grab herself some fresh panties. A fresh top and pants could wait till he was awake. Though she probably should have assumed he was accustomed to getting up earlier in the morning than she was since she knew he often worked during the day based on how often he made it into the news. But the thought he was already up completely escaped her mind till she cracked open her bedroom door and poked her head in only to be met with him looking up from his cell phone and smiling at her.
"Oh you're up. I hope I did not wake you," she said softly as she returned a small smile and stepped into the room.
"Oh no not at all I've been up for a short bit," he didn't want to admit he has been awake for a couple of hours now. He did not want to admit that he had to use the washroom early in the morning and had come to find the woman sleeping on the floor of her living room. It had upset him enough that he couldn't not get back to sleep. It bothered him that she would rather sleep on the floor than even share the bed with him. It was too early in the morning for him to be bothering Eri with how soon she could get to him. Even if Eri can get to him soon the chance it would be today would be hard. That girl already keeps herself pleasantly busy and she hasn't even finished school yet. And in turn he had texted Iida and Ochako seeing as he doubted Shoto would offer any advice. Iida had been little help for advice on what to do, and in turn Ochako had been dragged into the conversation early in the morning. Though that still did not prove to answer most of the questions had about the woman, Ochako had offered some helpful advice.
"How do you feel? Did you sleep alright?" He asked slowly, throwing his legs over the edge of her bed wanting to get up and move a little even if his body was aching all over.
"I should be asking you that question. How is your body feeling? No fervor so it doesn't look like you've gotten an infection," she said as she turned on the light and walked into the room. She placed the back of her hand against his forehead, happy to feel his temperature seemed normal. Even as she watched his face grow red at her closeness.
"I'll check your stitches after you go for a shower and I'll redress your wound as well," she said simply as her eyes glanced down at where she knew the stitched up hole was. At least it didn't look like he ever bled through the bandages which was also a good sign.
"You can go for a shower first. It's your home you use the washroom right I will wait," he said simply as he watched her glance over at her dresser and the door leading out of her bedroom.
"Are you sure?" Even though she knew the answer and that he would argue with her over it as well. So when he nodded his head she simply sighed figuring it was better not to argue with him.
"Alright I'll go for a quick shower. You stay put till I get back," she said before she headed to her dresser and grabbed herself some clean clothes. She would have to run back to his place and get him some more clean clothes. Oh well she could do that after her quick shower. First she really just wanted five minutes to herself and to be able to unwind.
She still kept the shower rather quick, only spending a moment or two standing under the hot water relaxing before she got to work washing herself and her hair. But still it felt nice to be clean and ready to go about the day. Even once out she started to prepare the bathroom for him to use it after her even before she was dry. She used the smaller towel she had left clean trying to leave the larger one for him to use. She dried herself quickly and then hung her towel up to dry leaving the larger unused towel for him by the sink. Now dressed in a slightly less baggy shirt and some shorts that could have used a bit more material to be appropriate to wear in front of a stranger she left the bathroom tossing her worn clothes into the washing machine but not yet turning it on. She wanted to make sure it was nice and full so she would gather up all her dirty clothes before turning it.
"I left a clean towel in the bathroom. If you want I can run back to your place and get you some more clean clothes while you shower," she said as she strolled into the bedroom not paying him a lot of attention as she started to gather up her dirty clothes that had lingered in one corner of her room from before he suddenly appeared in her bedroom. Which reminded her now she needed to come up with some money for locks for the windows.
"If you wouldn't mind some more clean clothes would be really nice," the man said as he ran his fingers through his tangled and messed up bed head of hair.
"I've been in your place once already. Not like you have much left to hide from me. The fact that I know you are wearing All Might's face on your ass kinda makes any argument you could try to have mute at this point in time," she couldn't help herself as she struggled not to snicker as she was very well aware of the All Might boxers she had grabbed the last time she was at Midoriya's grabbing him clothes.
"Yeah I guess you got a pretty good point," Izuku said, unable to help the blush simply at the fact that she had brought up his boxers. Not even at the fact that they are All Might ones but simply the fact she brought up how she knew what he was wearing since she already saw them. Doesn't get much more personal than that. So really he couldn't say no even if he wanted to as he pulled his keys from his pocket with a light chuckle and handed them over to her.
"Alright let's get you up and to the bathroom. Then I'll go get you some fresh clothes. You can just leave your dirty clothes in the bathroom. I'll grab them after and throw them in the wash when I do mine," she said, turning her attention from him to the pile of laundry she had already gathered up. Once again she slipped her smaller frame under his arm and helped him to his feet before starting their way to the bathroom. Though he was still slow moving he seemed much better balanced now. Colour had returned to his freckled cheeks in a healthy manner and he did not seem to have an infection. So all in all he looked to be getting better.
This time once into the bathroom he remained standing not having to sit down to undress himself. Making sure he was at least propped up against the wall before pulling herself away from him she gave him a few seconds to make sure he wouldn't topple over before she left him to undress himself.
"I'll just knock and leave your clothes outside once I'm back with them," she called out as she slipped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Once again she was careful as she poked her head out into the hallway making sure no one else was around. She hated running into some of the other neighbors on a good day. She had no desire to have to tell them why she was entering a neighbors apartment. And if any of them knew who the neighbor was that would only make things even worse. So when the hall was nice and empty she already had her keys in her pocket and had pulled out his keys as she locked her door behind her and took off the hall to his apartment and unlocked his less than amazing basic locks quickly before silently sliding in and locking the door behind her.
Stepping foot into his apartment still felt like she entered a different world. Sure they lived in almost identical apartments from the floors to the paint on the wall. But that was the only similarity. The photos on his wall, the expensive furniture, the expensive coffee maker in the kitchen. It all screamed that he did not live in the crappy apartment because he had no other choice. He lived here because he thought he could affect the crime in the area. It was a very quick reminder once again that they came from completely different worlds. She bet he had never worried about when his next meal would be or where he would sleep next. Sure she was making assumptions about him but it was hard not to when she was reminded that the man clearly had a lot of money and lived a comfortable life when he wasn't being stabbed. Walking into his room this time she didn't rush to grab his clothes and get out like last time. She grabbed a black pair of sweats with an explosion going up one side and of course the word Dynamite going up the other legs. She may hate the hero but at least it looked like the sweat pants would be more comfortable than jeans to wear while just being mostly bedridden.
So she grabbed the sweats as well as a dark tank top to go with it. She had a feeling this may have been something the man would wear to the gym to work out in. Once again she turned her attention to his boxers. Before she grabbed the first pair her hands touched. But this time she actually took a peak. She was kind of hoping to find a normal pair but very quickly came to realize they were all someone's merch, with probably ninety percent being All Might related either in his face on the boxers, his colours or a saying like Plus Ultra being sketched across them.
Did this idiot own any real normal clothes? Or was most of it truly pro hero merchandise? Because so much of the clothes she had come across in his closet were not normal clothes. Was he really a fan boy for everyone? Or did he get bullied into buying this much merchandise? Aoi truly was not actually sure any more as she grabbed him the clean clothes. Grabbed his comb that she forgot last time and grabbed one of his pair slippers from by his front door before she once again repeated her sneaky attempt to leave his place as fast as possible and get back into hers where she had multiple locks to help try and keep people out of her home.
With her hands full she couldn't help the soft sigh that escaped her as she found herself leaning back against her apartment door after having run in as if a banshee had given chase down the hall. She knew it was stupid to act so childish but it was hard to brake old habits. And fearing someone might grab her from a near by door and drag her out of the hall was one of those stupidly annoying fears even though she really did not even speak with any of her neighbors and had no reason to believe any of them even wanted to hurt her.
Once her breathing had calmed down she headed for the bathroom ready to leave the clothes outside the door for Izuku. As she approached the door she noticed the shower had already stopped. Seemed he had kept his shower short and sweet as well. Well at least she didn't have to worry about her water bill being run up with a second person using the water.
"Midoriya, I have some clean clothes for you. I'll leave them by the door. Once your," she never even got to finish her planned out little sentence after she knocked on the door before it opened a little further than was needed for the man to grab his stuff from her. She knew he was naked and the little towel she had left for him was wrapped around his waist leaving very little to the imagination. His left hand held onto the towel as there was not enough to safely wrap it around without fear of it deciding to come undone with a simple movement. And although the door kept some of him hidden it did not hide him all. Although she had seen his upper half before it felt like an entirely new view with him in a towel.
Water droplets still dropped onto his shoulders from his wet hair, her eyes didn't linger on his shoulders for long. It was hard to keep her eyes from following the trail of scars that littered both his left and right. Though his right bore a much larger scar that stretched from the top curve of his shoulder down almost to his elbow. She had noticed the scars earlier but had tried hard not to stare. But seeing how his chest that was not wrapped also bore a number of small faded scars it was easier to try and explain her staring at his scared arms than to try and explain why she was staring at his bare chest or worse if her eyes decided to travel south on him.
"Thanks," the man squeaked as he reached and grabbed the new clothes she had brought.
"No problem. Once you have some pants on let me know. I'll change your bandages before you put your shirt on," she said finally able to continue her last sentence and how she had meant to say that before he opened the door and her brain had stopped functioning for a minute.
"Okay," was the reply she got before the door closed and the view of a Greek statue was no more and she was left staring at the door. Well fuck that could have gone better. She has pretty much seen the man shirtless once before and yet seeing him in a nearly naked state had her brain malfunction. Running her hand down her face she resisted the urge to groan out loud. She was not some high school idiot, she was just embarrassing herself at this rate.
She was still not prepared as the door opened back up to still once again show off a shirtless man who was wearing sweatpants with the name of a hero she hated. But hot damn did those sweats look nice as they sat on the top of his hips a little lower than they should have.
"Alright Sugar Cookies let's get your ass sitting down before you topple over. I'll change out your bandages and then I'll make us some breakfast. I hope you like miso soup," she said as she followed him back into the bathroom and watched him sitting back on the toilet with the seat down so he wouldn't risk falling in as she worked to remove his old bandages and apply new ones. Of course once she had removed the old bandage she inspected the stitches and wound. The skin around it had bruises up, but it wasn't leaking any unhealthy fluids nor did it look infected so she considered that a good sign and redressed the wound.
"I know I keep saying it. But really thank you for everything. I'm a complete stranger yet you have not hesitated to help me out. It really means a lot," she listened to him once again thank her.
"You're the number one hero. I couldn't just let you bleed out on my bedroom floor, there would be a lot of very sad people if you died," she said simply as if that was the only reason she continued to go so far as to help him. By now she could have dragged his ass back to his apparent and dumped him there. Leaving him on his own to care for himself. But she wasn't that heartless. And she knew he would probably starve till he was healed up. She couldn't force herself to do that to him. Even if he was a hero. She couldn't just turn her back on him.
"There new bandages are in place. Do you want to go back to my bed or would you rather go to the living room? A little fresh air and sunlight may be good for you if you want me to open a window," she said after a moment of pondering where she should carry his ass. Her bed was more comfortable than the couch. But getting him out of her stuffy bedroom may be good for him while she's home and can also visit more easily with him. The living room also sported the only tv she had and that would give him something to do while she cooked breakfast.
"The living room sounds good," he said as she helped him up to his feet after he had slipped his shirt on. Using her like a crutch she helped him out of the bathroom and headed into the living room where she dumped him on the couch.
"Alright, feel free to watch whatever you want. I'll get started on some food," she said as she left him in the living room. Though the kitchen was attached to the living room so it wasn't like she was more than a few feet away as she started cooking some rice in a rice cooker and some miso soup on the stove before frying up some tamagoyaki to go with it for him as well as some pickled vegetables she had bought the other day.
It wasn't long before she was carrying him a bowl of miso soup and a plate with everything else on it. With a simple here you go mumbled as she passed them to him and was about to head back and hide behind the counter to eat her smaller share of the rice and miso soup. His voice had her pause for a second as he looked up and watched her about to retreat to the kitchen as if he knew she was about to hide from him.
"Aren't you gonna come sit down and eat with me?" He asked as she had started back to the kitchen. In truth? No she had not planned to. But now that he was asking she couldn't bring herself to say it.
"I don't usually eat much for breakfast but sure I'll grab my plates and come join you," she said after a second of hesitation before she agreed and found herself with a bowl of miso soup in one hand and just some rice in the other. She sipped slowly at her miso soup even as she could feel his eyes on her as she slowly ate her meal. This wasn't exactly new. Usually she ate a lot of rice for every meal since it was the most affordable thing to purchase in bulk and did not run the risk of going bad as fast as bread, milk, meat or eggs did. She could feel he wanted to say something to her as they ate silently side by side. But he seemed smart enough to know it was better to bite his tongue than to risk saying something he shouldn't.