First Pov

It's 11:31 p.m., and I have been lying in bed, contemplating whether or not if I should get up and get water or stay in my bed. I'm so dry that I can feel the whole inside of my throat every time I breathe in.

You know what? I am just going to get up. I can't take any more of this agony.

I throw my blanket off my body and get out of the bed, slowly making my way over to the kitchen, not caring to turn on any of the lights to spare myself the eye pain. I walk over to the sink and turn the tap on, and grab a cup from the dish rack. Quickly filled it with water and chugged it, then refilled it, doing the same with it. I put the cup in the sink and turned the tap off.

"It's oddly cold tonight. Usually, it's really hot, especially at this time of night. Know I regret wearing shorts...
I think I have some pajama pants in my closet."

I think walking back to my bedroom. I open my door and see a warp gate opening close to the end of my bed. I quickly shut the door behind me and press my back up against the wall adjacent to the door, braising myself for whoever is about to come into my room.

After what felt like forever, which was probably only two seconds, someone stumbles out of the warp gate. They regain their balance and look at my bed, then they take notice of my presents and look at me. All I could see were red eyes looking dead at me, and that's when it clicked.

"Oh god tomura you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?"

I ask as I feel the stress leave me. But that's when I noticed he was breathing quite heavily and that I could smell blood on him.

"I can smell blood are you alright?? You don't look too good-"

I cut my sentence short when I see him about to fall. I quickly run over and grab his shoulders to stop his fall. He regains his balance again and I pull my hands away feeling something wet on them. I look down at them, they were covered in blood. I look back at him, but he wouldn't look me in the eye.

"Your bleeding tomura you have to let me look at your wounds."

"Alright."

"Okay, I need to go grab the first aid kit."

I walk to the door and notice him following me, I stop and face him.

"You can't follow me, tomura."

"Why not?"

He asks looking at me with a little bit of anger in his eyes, I could tell today wasn't his day and he just wanted to follow me but I can't let us be caught on camera.

So I walk over to him and cup his face in my hands and lean my forehead against his and tell him.

"There are cameras all over the apartment and I can't risk us being caught on camera, sorry I will be right back." I finish letting go of his face.

He sighs and takes off his hood and sets on the edge of the bed.

"Ah, they really treat you like a villain, no sense of privacy huh. What real assholes."

"Ah, yeah they act as if they're crazy controlling parents." I finish saying opening the door as we both chuckle at my comment.

I flick the light on my way into the room with the first aid kit in hand and quickly close the door behind me. I notice that he wasn't setting on the bed anymore and see him looking at a picture of me with the school nurse in middle school.

I smile at the thought of the day I took that picture. But I push the thought aside and set down on the carpet just in front of my bed. He looks at me as if he's questioning why I'm setting on the floor.

I pat the carpet in front of me and say, "Sit so I can't see how bad you're hurt unless you want to bleed out."

"I don't." He rolls his eyes as he sets down.

"Good, now can you take your sweater off?"

"Fine." He grabs his hoodie and starts putting it off but struggles to pull it over his shoulders due to the pain, so I move closer and help him pull it off. only for me to see he wasn't wearing a shirt under his hoodie, and what surprised me the most was the fact that he had toned muscles.

He has a six-pack...I thought he wouldn't have any sense he's on the skinny side, he doesn't seem like the working out type. I wonder what he looks like working out, no shirt, track pants, maybe he pulls his hair into a small ponytail...

He interrupts me before I can continue my thought.

"What, like what you see?"

"Sorry what?" He just chuckles at me. It takes me a second to recollect what he said and I blush from embarrassment. I fumble in the first aid kit looking for my natural painkillers.

"Anyways, here eat this it's for the pain," I say as I pass him a piece of willow bark.

"What is this? it looks like a piece of tree or something," he says as he plays with it.

"It's called willow bark it's a natural painkiller, so eat it already I need to sew you up."

He eats it as I take cotton pads and soak them in alcohol and put the tread through my needle.

"It tastes gross."

"I know."

I move closer so that I'm practically in his lap. I grab some cotton pads so I can start cleaning his wound as he continues to talk.

"That did not taste like what I thought it would. have you eaten it before? and how do you know that works as pain- FUCK." I had wiped straight down his open wound.

"FUCK Y/N THAT HURT."

"I'm sorry what do you expect, I can't do anything about the pain. Just wait for the painkillers to kick in. If it hurts too much you can hold onto me okay."

He huffs and buried his face into my nick. I finish cleaning his first wound and grab the needle, I holt thinking about how painful this is going to be for him before saying.

"I'm sorry in advice because this is going to hurt a lot. And once I start I can't pause until I'm done or it will be loose."

"Just start already, I want this done and over with."

I give him a worried expression and start sewing his shoulder wound. He's quiet as I sew his wound closed, but I can tell he's in a lot of pain because he squizzes my thigh and he jolts when it hurts too much.

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I quickly tie a knot to hold the wound closed and put the needle on the kidney dish, i grab a bandage and place it on his wound. I then pick up more cotton pas and start soaking them in alcohol getting ready to start the next cut.

"Did the women in that picture teach you how to do this?" He asks abruptly.

"Yes she did. The nicest woman I've ever met." I say as I start cleaning the second wound.

"Mhm, she’s also taught you about this natural painkiller stuff that doesn't work."

I huff, " Trust me you would be in a world of pain right now without it." I grab my needle and start sewing his cut up, which in return gains me a pinch to my side. Which I normally would return but my hand was currently sewing him up.

"You're lying to me, I don't care for liars you know."

" uh-ah, anyways I'm guessing the meeting with the hero killer didn't end up going like planned?" I ask changing the subject.

"No, I'm going to use it to my advantage. That stupid hero killer thinks he's all that with his conviction,  and all his high and mighty talk but he's just wasting his time focusing on a small stage. He's so noble I could cry." He said as he scratches at his neck with his free hand.

"His conviction is what heroes fear, which is why when he appears and kills some heroes. The heroes with a guilty conscience leave the area he was seen in and only the heroes who give a fuck stay. His conviction is so strong he probably won't stop till he's dead in the ground." I add.

"Ew don't go telling me you like him, you're making me sick with your fan-girling." He says with a displeased look on his face.

"Ahaha, fangirling? Oh come on he's  like 2× my age!" I say laughing at his idiotic comment. Without realizing it I had made it to the end of his wound, I quickly stop sewing.

He takes notice and asks, "You finally done now?"

I grab the scissors and cut the tread before answering him, " Yep basically  just need to knot it." I quickly knot it and grab a bandage, I then take my time and rap it nicely.  Now finished I move off his lap and lean back and look at my work.

"I think I did a pretty good job." I then start packing my stuff back into the first aid box, quite pleased with myself. Tonura starts scratching his lags, most likely because there num.

"I'm in pain give me something for it." He says as he grabs a hold of the back of my t-shirt with his two fingers.

I sigh, " you can't take anymore or you will overdose. You can take more in 4 hours. Oh and it will take about 2-3 weeks for your wounds to heal."

I stand up and place my first aid box on my desk and walk over to my closet. He gets up as well and leans next to my closet door, as I open it and look inside.

"What are looking for?" He asks as I miss around in my closet.

"One, a t-shirt and two, some spare bottle of- oh there it is!"

I finish as I pull out a bottle of pollyspron. I then grab a big t-shirt from one of my hangers and hand both to him. He looks at the two things in my hands before moving off the wall and grabs the t-shirt quickly pulling it over his head.

It fit him perfectly. It didn't even hang of him like it does when I usually wear it. I'm so jealous it's not fair, I love that shirt, but it looks way better on him! I think squinting at him.

"What?" He says as he blankly stares back at me.

"Take it off." I say as I grab the bottom of his shirt.

"No, I just put this on." He says, grabbing my hands and stopping me from trying to take it off him.

"Fine, but you give it back to me later! It's my favorite shirt."

"Sure, but are you done with your villain costume sketch? there's  something I need you to do for me as well." He says as he walks over to my bed and sits on the edge.

I walk over to my desk and pull a paper out from one of my books. "Yeah, I actually do have it done, but what exactly do you need me to do?" I ask, turning around and passing him my sketch.

"I need you to get a list of villains how like to join the league."