~Inari's POV~

I woke with a start, dreaming that Endeavor had come back to incinerate me. It took me a moment to recognize my surroundings and I had a momentary freak out as I realized I was not in my own bed before memories of Aizawa coming to my rescue began to surface. I was completely enveloped in warmth. There was a ridiculously large fluffy calico house cat sprawled out in front of me with his head resting beneath my chin and a warm lean body pressed against my back with a pair of strong arms cradling me gently from behind. As I jerked very aggressively, the arms around me tightened ever so slightly as Aizawa began to stir awake.

"What's wrong?" He asked groggily.

"Forgot where I was." I responded as I relaxed and squeezed Mochi close.

Mochi let out a soft purr and nuzzled against me.

"Did you hit your head too?" Aizawa asked worriedly.

I almost responded immediately with 'No' before remembering that I indeed had hit my head quite hard. "It's fine." I grumbled and closed my eyes.

Aizawa let out a heavy sigh behind me before releasing me from his hold. I felt a chill on my back as he pulled away and sat upright. I rolled onto my back taking Mochi with me so I could get a look at him.

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously as he got up and walked over to his dresser in search of clothes.

"Taking you to the hospital." He said as if it were obvious.

"I said it was fine." I rolled my eyes.

"For that." He pointed to my bandaged hand that I unconsciously kept tucked against my body so it wouldn't bump anything else. I followed his gaze and looked at the thick layer of gauze and bandages encasing my hand. They'd changed color while I slept and blood was seeping out in some spots.

I frowned. I was afraid to move it. It felt numb at the moment but if I moved it I had a feeling it was going to hurt like hell. My instinct was to protest but I pondered it for a moment, burns were tricky, especially burns this severe. "...fine..." I grumbled bitterly, "but I'm wearing this." I huffed.

"At least put some sweatpants on." He sighed and tossed me a pair of very comfy looking black sweatpants. They were too big but they had a drawstring so I could tie them tight enough to keep them on. I glanced down at my wrapped hand, I wouldn't be able to use it to tie them.

Realizing I'd have to ask him for help, I groaned dramatically, startling him in his search for clothes. He turned to me curiously and I huffed, "...I'm going to need help tying them."

He chuckled softly, "I'll help you."

"Ugh. I don't want help." I huffed again, hugging Mochi tighter.

Mochi purred and nuzzled into my arms.

"Is it really that bad asking for help?" Aizawa smirked.

"Yes!" I growled. "I've never needed help before."

"Perhaps you did but you had to suffer it alone." He pointed.

"Quit being so rational! It's annoying!" I grumbled.

Mochi meowed softly as if he were agreeing with me.

Aizawa rolled his eyes, "just accept the help."

"Now I don't want to!" I huffed.

"What?" he laughed.

"I'll do it my damn self." I released Mochi from my hold and clumsily toppled out of the bed. Aizawa said nothing at my dramatic and clumsy display as I snatched up the sweatpants one handed. I managed to step into them without issue and pull them up. As I got to the strings I attempted it one handed but I kept dropping one of the strings and couldn't get them to tie.

"I'd advise against that." Aizawa said calmly as I started to pull my bandaged hand away from my body in an attempt to use it.

I shot him a glare and stubbornly moved my hand. A wave of crippling pain shot from my hand and wracked through my entire body. I let out a soft hiss of pain and slipped to my knees.

"I told you." Aizawa sighed. "Just let me help you." He draped my good arm over his shoulder and helped me to my feet.

"I don't want help." I protested.

"Whether you want it or not is completely irrelevant, you need help." He pointed rationally. There was amusement dancing in his tired dark eyes.

I sighed and begrudgingly stood still so he could tie the drawstring on the sweatpants so they wouldn't fall down. Once he'd finished his task he picked up the clothes he'd picked out for himself and ducked into the bathroom attached to his bedroom to change. Mochi hopped off the bed and wound around my legs purring loudly.

A few moments later Aizawa returned wearing civilian attire: a pair of dark pants, a comfortable looking t-shirt with a somewhat grungy cardigan over top. He led the way to his front door before pausing and glancing down at my bare feet and the high heels I'd been wearing the night before that were lying neatly by the door.

"You going to fight me if I suggest carrying you instead of you wearing those?" He mused.

"Of course I am." I threw him a dark look.

"Could you not?" He smirked.

I clenched my good fist, "it's all I know."

He sighed as he put on his own shoes. "Just remember it'll hurt you more than me if you try to hit me with that hand." He said casually once he'd finished.

"What the hell is that supposed to me-AH?!" I let out a panicked yelp as he swept me into his arms before I had a chance to attempt to put my heels on. My body reacted reflexively and I smacked him in the chest with my bandaged hand. He cringed sympathetically as I bit my lip to conceal a whimper of pain. "I really fucking hate you." I hissed through gritted teeth.

"I'm not so sure you do." He chuckled and stepped out of his apartment, "though you probably will in a moment."

"Why?" I asked curiously before I spotted my other two stalkers standing in the hall, "you were right." I scowled, "take me back inside, now."

"What happened to the little ball of sunshine?" Present Mic asked curiously before taking a wary step back as I shot him a threatening look.

"She won't say." Aizawa noted with a shrug.

"I must say, kitten, I'm disappointed you went to Shota for help and not me." Midnight feigned a pout. "I'd have found you some much more flattering clothes." She winked.

"Don't call me that." I growled before glaring at Aizawa, "why the fuck are tweedle dee and tweedle dum here?"

"I'm not entirely sure. I asked them to pick up your brother and Kaminari and meet us at the hospital." Aizawa sighed, they'd clearly not followed his directions.

"As soon as I heard my precious kitten was injured, I rushed right over." Midnight cried dramatically.

I threw her a scowl, before an idea struck me. I feigned a gasp and curled up as if I were in pain. Aizawa tensed and just as I had suspected, Midnight reached for me. The moment her hand came in contact with my arm, I activated my quirk.

"Stop calling me kitten." I growled.

Aizawa let out a long sigh, "was that necessary?"

"Yes." I grumbled.

Present Mic chuckled softly and pulled Midnight away to go do as Aizawa had instructed them. I sighed and tried to mentally prepare for dealing with the boys. Once the others were out of earshot and we were alone, Aizawa slowed his pace and looked down at me.

"It was Endeavor, wasn't it?" He asked.

I felt all the color drain from my face, "what?! Why would you think that?!"

"Your phone was melted, the severe burn on your hand and in the middle of the night you had a very vivid nightmare and kept saying 'stay the fuck away from me flaming fuckface before I make you kill yourself', just going off context clues." He noted.

I grimaced.

"Well?"

"So, what? I already told you, it's been taken care of. It won't happen again." I grumbled.

"Can you make people take their own lives with your quirk?" He pondered.

"Yes."

He fell silent.

"Not going to ask if I have?" I pondered.

"I already know the answer to that." He said softly as he continued walking again. "You haven't."

"Lucky guess." I grumbled.

"I'd say more often than not, you use it for the opposite, to pull people back from that ledge. Like that man you helped the first night we met." He noted.

"The first night you stalked me, you mean." I corrected him.

He rolled his eyes.

"Yes...that is one of my most requested services." I replied somberly.

We stayed silent the rest of the way to the hospital. I begrudgingly allowed myself to be admitted for my burns. After seeing how bad the burn was, I was seen by a doctor immediately. The doctor then proceeded to lecture me about waiting so long to come in for treatment. Aizawa sat in one of the chairs off to the side of my room with a satisfied smirk, enjoying watching me get lectured. His eyes screamed 'I told you so' and I really wanted to hit him right in his sexy smug face.

As the doctor was cutting away some of the dead tissue that was beyond saving from the burn, the door to my room opened and a worried Hitoshi and Denki barreled in. Denki took one look at the doctor cutting away disgusting necrotic flesh from my hand and dropped toward the floor. Hitoshi managed to catch him, remaining calm and composed.

"What the hell happened?" Hitoshi demanded.

"Got too much momentum on the pole." I joked.

Aizawa dropped his head into his hands and let out an 'I'm over it' sigh. The doctor choked on his own spit and struggled to regulate his breathing. I heard Present Mic's voice from the hall go 'oh god' and Midnight broke into a loud cackle.

"I beg your pardon." The doctor stared at me in awe.

"I'm a stripper, what the hell kind of pole were you imagining?" I smirked.

It sounded like Midnight hit the floor laughing in the hall.

Aizawa sunk lower into his seat, shaking his head.

Hitoshi cracked the faintest of smiles as he realized if I was okay enough to make terrible jokes I was going to be fine. He deposited a still very pale and woozy Denki into the empty chair next to Aizawa before sitting on the edge of my bed to hold my good hand.