The next morning, I awoke feeling a bit groggy. Maybe that's what I get for waking up once around 3 in the morning and having a good conversation until almost 4, but I didn't regret it. I felt like I was getting to know Aizawa, more than I thought I would. Granted, I already knew a great deal about him, but there were little things that I saw that one wouldn't get from manga panels.

For instance, his hair wasn't even remotely as gross or unkempt as people assumed. He actually smelled...nice. Nothing overpowering, but clean. Everyone assumed because he basically lived in a sleeping bag in the manga or anime that he reeked. But his hair, albeit a little tangled, was well groomed. His clothes, while tattered near the ends, were also clean. And honestly, I couldn't judge him too much for keeping worn clothes. Hell, I had torn multiple leggings, shoes, socks, and shirts, and I refused to get rid of them until they were completely rendered useless to me and couldn't simply sew it or glue together to fix it. Call that what you will, but when you're raised poor, you make due.

His place was also well organized and clean. Not to the point where it was OCD, but it looked presentable. Which, again, was a bit shocking. I would've never have guessed that someone as nonchalant as Aizawa would be this well put together.

What exactly are you like, Aizawa?

Who really are you?

As I sat up in bed, I looked and saw a set of clothes nearby the front of the door.

'That's funny', I thought, 'I don't remember those being here before I went to bed.'

I stretched and then went over to the pile of clothes, and saw a note on top, in English.

'Note to self: He's bilingual.' I thought before reading the note.

'It wouldn't be rational for you to not have other options for clothing while you're here. I took the liberty of getting you a few essentials. I apologise in advance if they don't fit well, I had to take a wild guess. I had Nemuri pick out the more intimate apparel, to which I also apologise in advance.'

I laughed.

Oh dear God, what did she pick for my underwear? At the bottom of the note was an arrow to turn the note over.

'I will be out for a few hours. Should you wake up and I'm still not here, feel free to make yourself at home (within reason). Bathroom is to the left of my room, and feel free to make yourself something to eat.

~Aizawa

PS - MY ROOM IS OFF LIMITS'

I giggled.

"Yep, I'm definitely going to sneak a peek while he's out." I said to myself.

I set the note aside and took a look at the clothes. Everything was either black, grey, or white, though that didn't really surprise me. Lucky for me, I also liked wearing darker colors, so that was a bonus.

I held the pants up to my legs to see how they looked. At first glance they seemed a little small, but then I noticed the stretchy fabric and figured it would tailor to my body well once I put it on.

I did the same with the long sleeve shirt. Seemed a tiny bit baggy, but otherwise it was close!

'Nice eye.' I thought.

I couldn't help but wonder how much he had been looking at me in order to guess my size that well.

'I'll have to find a time to tease him about it later.' I thought to myself with a mischievous grin.

I noticed the underwear underneath the clothes and immediately stifled another laugh. I can see why Aizawa was potentially embarrassed.

There were three sets of matching underwear, all of which were slightly suggestive. One being a red set, with decorative lace on the underwear and push up bra, one being being black, with a mesh g-string and strapless bra, and the other being white, with a white thong and rhinestones on the bra. There were a few other miscellaneous options, but those were the ones that stood out the most.

Gotta hand it to her, she knows what looks good on a woman!

I took a pair, grabbed bottoms and a top and headed towards the bathroom.

I looked around to see if Aizawa was here yet, but he was nowhere in sight. I looked at the clock on the wall: 8:35am. Well, I figured now would be the time to take a shower, seeing as I was alone.

I set the new clothes near the sink and proceeded to get ready for a shower. I knew it would be nice to take one without someone nearby, watching, like they did at the hospital. I understood why they did it, but it was still extremely uncomfortable. Now I could at least clean myself in private.

The water felt so incredibly nice. The showerhead gave the right amount of release and pressure, it felt like I was getting a tiny massage while cleaning. I looked around for shampoo and conditioner, and found only two bottles, soap, and a razor.

Typical, simple guy.

After about ten minutes, I was done and ready to get out and dry. I looked around and saw only one towel hanging on a rack.

Crap.

Clearly, Aizawa hasn't had a woman in the house in a long time, because one towel often didn't suffice when we took showers.

I tried to squeeze out as much water out of my hair as possible before I grabbed the towel and dried my body first, before trying to dry my hair. But even so, the outcome was still as I had anticipated: I was left with damp towel and still needed to dry my hair.

Sigh.

I wrapped the damp towel around my head and let it set while I grabbed the clothes and put them on. After putting in the matching set from Midnight, I smiled with approval. It hugged my curves well, and accentuated my body in all the right places, while complimenting my skin tone. I looked damn good!

'Aizawa's definitely missing out.' I thought before putting on the pants and top he had gotten me.

After a few more minutes of trying to dry my wet hair, I headed out the bathroom and looked around.

Still not home.

I looked at the clock again. 9:02am.

'I wonder where he is.' I thought.

I couldn't help but feel a little concerned. What exactly does a teacher/pro hero do on a Sunday morning that takes a few hours?

I shrugged and went to check the pantries and fridge for something to eat. After a few minutes, I settled for cereal and made myself a bowl. It took a minute to find where everything was in his kitchen, but thankfully, things were so organized, it didn't take me nearly as long.

After eating, I stay seated, looking around for something to do. There was no TV, so I couldn't watch anything. There was his laptop, but I didn't know the password to it, so that was a no-go. There were a few books on his shelf, but they all seemed to be textbooks.

I felt a nudge on my leg and looked down to see Cloud, purring away.

"Mrow!"

"Well, hello, sweetie." I said, picking him up.

He purred like crazy in my arms as I walked around the living room, still looking for something to do.

Then my eyes looked down the hallway.

Then to the door on the left, right across from mine.

Aizawa's room.