Cleaning everything up was hell. Mostly because I was shaking with exhaustion and pain. It took 30 minutes for all of the injuries to set. Thankfully the bullet hole didn't settle all of the way, though there was still a hole in my arm. It wasn't bleeding. It was more scabbed and filled with pus.

I know it sounds gross but it was worse then one might think.

I stumbled to pick up some of my stuff that had fallen during Hawks's fight and fell to my knees, landing in some glass. I let out a cry. From the corner of my eye, I see Hawks turn around with a concerned look on his face. He quickly did a half-jog over to where I was keeled.

"Hey hey hey, " He said gently, "enough of that. I'll patch everything up. You go to sleep so you can heal, yeah?"

Tears threatened to spill over.

How is it humanly possible to endure so much pain? He took it like a god! Don't cry now. You'll look pathetic.

I tried to smile and sat back so I wouldn't be kneeling in glass anymore. Even though I tried my hardest not to cry, salty, unforgiving, burning tears soaked my face in a hurry. His comforting smile turned into a straight face, his eyes half-lidded and now looked like a shadow had fallen over his completion.

"This is going to hurt but I'm going to carry you to your bed, get some duck tape and get that glass out if your knee, then I have some powerful sleeping pills in my belt, okay? You heal in your sleep? Oh shit, I'm sorry kid."

I tried to respond but to be honest, I didn't comprehend what he said. I could hear him but I wasn't listening. My mind was fogged with dull but strong pain everywhere.

He gently picked me up and I started unintentionally crying harder. He carried me as though I was going to shatter and I'm thankful he did because, at that moment, it felt like I was going to.

Tears blurred my vision and the sound of me crying had crescendo-ed slightly. When he set me on the bed I let out a pathetic whimper.

"Alright, here you go. Duck tape?"

"Kitchen", I managed to get out in between throat searing sobs, "Junk drawer, under knives."

He left and I cried there to my self. My quirk making me sleepy was something I was thankful for but it wasn't enough. Maybe it was my quirk, maybe it was the exhaustion from taking Hawks's wounds maybe it was from crying, the adrenaline who knows?

Fuck make it stop-

Hawks came back with duck tape and unrolled a bit. He placed it on my knee then gently and carefully patted it down, then ripped it off.

To be honest I didn't even question why he needed duck tape but now that I had some doubts, they immediately melted away when I saw the glass that used to be on my knee on the duck tape.

The duck tape didn't hurt at all compared to my arm, headache, or the rest. All of it faded together. My crying eased only a little and the shock subsided slowly. He was softly talking to me about how I'm never going to heal him again and how he'll pay for everything and some sorry's were mixed into there I think but I wasn't paying any attention. I only heard the words that would occasionally poke through my foggy head.

"My clothes-", the state of my voice shocked me. It came out choked, rough and strained. I continued, "Hurt. They're rubbing and it hurts"

He nodded and I saved my breath. summoned a feather from the living room and floated it to his hand. I saw it change texture as it hardened.

"I'm going to cut it off okay? That way it doesn't rub more, yeah? Don't worry I'll leave some stuff on."

I didn't care I just needed this tight clothing off. He used his feather to cut the sides and the sleeves if my shirt and slipped it off. Then he cut the sides of my jeans and did the same. Through the pain, I saw that he looked guilty. Horribly guilty. I don't think he knew I was still there mentally to see him because he wasn't hiding the look in his eyes. I did the only thing I could think of to lighten the mood.

"When you asked me on a date, I knew you'd be taking my clothes off at the end of the night, but not like this."

He looked caught off guard. Then he gave a deep chuckle. His nose crinkled up a bit.

Cute.

"Jesus (y/n). You're one hell of a fighter."

He put the now soft feather he used to cut my clothes in my bruised hand and reached into his belt container for a few pills.

"Do you use those on all your dates?" My weak and battered voice once again broke the silence, "or just me?"

He gave me a small sincere smile and held up the pill. "Well sweetness, seems you're my first."

"An honor." I gave a weak smirk and his face seemed to relax. Some, not all, of the guilt washed away from his features.

I stuck my tongue out and he placed it on the center. It started fizzing and I swallowed it painfully. He sat on the edge of my bed and I felt the mattress dip under his weight. He played with a strand of my hair until everything started to numb and my head felt fuzzy. Sleep was pulling me like I was suspended in the air with a harness on and I was being pulled up. Uncomfortably heavy but secure and definite.

It was a dreamless sleep.

Waking up sucked by the way.

My body didn't hurt anymore but it felt stiff. I heard my eyelids pull apart, they were so stuck together, and behind my eyes ached the way you do when you get too much sleep. I had an incredibly warm blanket over me and I was snuggling into a tan jacket with some blood on it.

This isn't mine

I had the jacket Hawks was wearing when I found him here last night. I snuggled closer to and smelled. A little dirty but it smelled like Hawks. It was a warm smell if that makes sense. Like cookies and booze.

I smiled and hugged it closer. I wanted to go back to sleep. Sadly though, the light coming through my window wouldn't let me. I contemplated laying there for like an hour not doing anything but I wanted water. When I rolled over to look at my nightstand I saw a beautiful cup of- you guessed it- water.

I sweetly smiled to myself knowing who left it there. I downed the whole thing and the cold water felt amazing. I could feel it go down my throat and reach my stomach, where I lost track of the cold feeling. I palmed my eyes a bit to rub the sleep out and looked around.

Time to get up.

As I stood up to stretch, my body was so weak from the amazing sleep that I failed and was sat back on my bed by gravity.

Oh. Not many clothes on.

With the jacket in my arms I stood up once again and I felt all of my bones pop from stiffness. It felt amazing. I rolled my neck and the stiffness went away with a few more pops.

I didn't know what time it was but I felt like not knowing was better for now and avoided looking at my alarm clock. I put the jacket on and snuggled myself into it. I looked in the mirror and flipped the collar up like Keigo- oh yeah... Um Hawks does.

I turned one of the collar sides over so it would cover my face.

I hope we get to a point where I can call him Keigo.

The comfort I got from the jacket was indescribably happy. It gave me a giddy feeling and my god was it soft.

I opened my door and looked into the hallway dreading the mess I knew I would see.

When I actually peaked out there, it was pristine.

"Woah," I let out softly, my voice frail from sleep.

I stepped down the hallway and looked at the bathroom door. there was a light coming from the crack underneath. I smiled thinking that Hawks or whoever cleaned it probably left it on. Whatever. Not my problem. It felt good to brush off something small like that.

I continued padding down the hallway and saw the living room first. It was cleaner than I could ever get it.

I looked to my left at my prey: The kitchen.

I smiled deviously and crept into the kitchen opening the fridge.

"No fucking way-"

The fridge was stocked with a bunch of food. Mostly chicken but there was deli meat for sandwiches, fruit, and oh my god strawberry cake.

I immediately took the thing out and sat it on the counter, and gave a bit of a happy squeal. When I looked up I swear I almost shit myself. I jumped high and yelped holding the butter knife I was going to use to cut my new cake. Hawks was sitting on the other side of the counter, where the bar was, one hand laid down and the other propping his head up. He was looking at me with his golden flaked eyes and his messy hair was styled back as always.

"How long have you been there?" I asked freaked out.

"When I walked out of the bathroom you were in the hallway, I just took a seat, doll."

I was sort of stunned in silence.

"I took a gamble on the cake but I'm glad you like it."

I was still panting softly from the incredible scare with my hand still on my chest-

I suddenly became painfully aware of my clothing situation, or should I say lack thereof.

I pulled his jacket shut to cover up my bra and hid in how big it was or at least tried to while a blush blanketed my face.

He started laughing softly. "You're freaking adorable. Sorry it's filthy by the way, when I was sitting on your bed I tried to get up, but you were clinging to the sleeve of my jacket.", he smirked, "I just took it off and you curled up into it-"

"Tch- yeah right. Whatever." I tried to ignore his words and I think he would've bought it if my face wasn't still turning red.

"Hey, I tried to trade it but you wouldn't let go! "

"Would you hush if I give you some cake?"

He handed me one of my pajama shorts. "Nah I'm not a huge fan of cake."

I snatched it indignantly and stepped into them. When I looked back I expected him to be staring but he was looking respectively up at the ceiling.

"No shirt?"

"I like seeing you in my jacket", his eyes flicked back down to mine from the ceiling. "In all honesty," His tone got serious, "I shouldn't have let you take my cuts and bruises. I didn't take into account the fact that you're not a hero and your pain tolerance is lower than mine. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I offered to do it-"

"It's not fine. You didn't know what you were getting into. It's not the same. You're not healing me again, understood?"

I looked down at the cake, my mood a little dampened from being scolded. He sighed and when I looked up at him, his head was leaned back and he had an annoyed look on his face. Not aimed at me though. At himself.

"Look, kid, I didn't like seeing you with all of those bruises and stuff. You really helped me out there. I don't know who I can trust and you were my only logical choice. I'm not mad. Well, I am but not at you. Your patch-job wasn't bad. Not bad at all."

A small smile pulled at the corners of my mouth as I cut a slice of cake.

"We'll call it even. After you get me my new job and apartment. Food won't cover all of it."

He gave me a cheeky smile, "I'll get right on it." He said.

He suddenly stopped and he leaned over the counter top a bit. He licked his thumb and the same hand found the corner of my mouth. He smeared his thumb and wiped what I assume was frosting off of my face.

"Sorry", he said, "Couldn't help it", and he slipped his thumb into his mouth.