I hate my life. I had to clean my apartment so that the mummy doesn't trip over random shit. I considered overdosing pain meds for .5 seconds because I am suffering, but that thought goes out as quick as it came in. The only blessing today is that I convinced Yamada to go grab Aizawa's shit for me.

I decided to appreciate my freedom from people for as long as possible, but I barely get a day when I get a call to pick up my luggage.

I rent a car to make my life easier and head to UA.

When I arrive, I see the man already trying to get up with Yamada and Kayama already holding him down.

"Dude, you just woke up! You need to rest!" Yamada logically says.

Aizawa, despite being a 'logical' person, glares at him, "I can still move. I have work to do."

"You're off work! Take a break, why won't you?"

"Because there are no breaks for heroes." Aizawa is a dumbass.

I huff, getting everyone's attention, "Someone has already taken over your patrol route as you have received pay leave. You can still teach the students, and you're damn lucky for that. If you rush you're healing process, you're asking to waste more time. I thought you were fucking logical, mate. This is illogical, dumbass."

Aizawa looks like he is about to say something. However, when he waddles around to face me, he goes quiet as I see his eyes look at the new scaring on my neck. I have nothing to say for that.

I snap my fingers, "No response, I'm right. Now have Recovery Girl check over you so that we can go home."

"We?" He asks, getting out of his gaze only to glare at me.

"We. I'm your babysitter since everyone else here is a pussy and you're a bitch."

"I don't need a babysitter."

"Too bad. Nezu already hired me. Now will you get back in the fucking bed so that we can get out of here faster?" I may be a bit impatient, but when someone is an idiot, you can not blame me.

Aizawa watches me for a moment before sitting at the edge. Kayama and Yamada keep a hold on him for another minute before letting go.

Recovery Girl, who was chilling in the corner, finally approaches him, "Took you long enough. Now-"

At this point, she goes on about medical gibberish that I don't really care for. I already got Aizawa's medical files that include this incident, and I read them. I know what I need to do.

While they talk, Yamada hands me a large bag while talking softly so Recovery Girl doesn't beat the shit out of us, "I still can't believe you're doing this."

"You think I can? I'm going to die before this man is completely healed."

"I mean, you became close to the principal of UA compared to any of us ever have in less than a week. If anyone can do it, it's you."

"The stroke of confidence. I just don't like to be pushed around or follow society's rules. Simple as that."

"If you need help with anything, Kayama and I will come at one call."

"Appreciate it."

Kayama attempts to join in, and we kind of let her until Recovery Girl clears her voice, "(L/N), I assume you have read what you needed to do with the packet I gave you?"

I straighten up from the wall that I decided to lean on at one point ,"Yeah. I already got everything together, so that worry about us physically: worry about us mentally!"

"At least you are somewhat serious about this. Do you have a way of bringing him home that doesn't involve forcing him to walk?"

"I should, but I won't. I rented a car."

Aizawa interrupts, "Do you even have a driver's license?"

"I would not have been able to get one if I didn't have one, shithead. Now shush and let me talk to her."

Recovery Girl sighs at our interaction, "Please play nice, alright? I don't need you two hurting each other."

"Don't worry about us! We'll get along great!"

"You should be arrested," Aizawa grunts, but I ignore him.

Recovery Girl nods, "You two are free to go."

She doesn't say anything else as she just leaves. I guess she really is done with my bullshit.

Kayama struts over beside me, "You two need help? I can be the strong girl you need."

Aizawa answers that for me as he gets up, "No. I'm not dealing with anyone other than (L/N)."

"Ouch."

I smile, "I feel special!"

Aizawa sighs, not saying anything as he waddles surprisingly fast out of here. I quickly follow, leaving behind the other pros.

We arrive at the parking lot, and I take the lead of guiding him to the car, which happens to be the cheapest car there.

Also the shittiest, but I plan on returning it as soon as Aizawa is healed.

"You shouldn't leave the windows rolled down," Aizawa grumbles beside me.

I huff, "The door handles are broken, dipshit." With that, I reach in through the passenger window, unlock it, and open it from the inside, "Get in."

Aizawa does as asked, and he attempts to put the seatbelt on, but I get bored quickly. I snatch it out of his hand and buckle him up, ignoring the look I receive. I hop into the driver's side.

"Do you need me to adjust the seat or anything?" I ask, attempting to be caring.

Aizawa throws it out of the window, "No. Just drive and don't do anything stupid."

"No need to be so fussy, " I mumble as I start the car.

Overall, the drive is nothing special. It's quiet. Anytime I attempt to have conversation, he just fucking ignores me.

Therefore, I am talking to myself for the whole ride. He doesn't attempt to shut me up, so I guess that's something.

I pull up in front of my building and park the car. Quickly, I get out and open the door to pull the man out. Aizawa doesn't seem to need my help, so I just grab his shit and close the door.

"Should you leave your broken car on a main street?" Aizawa asks.

"I have someone coming to pick it up," I respond without hesitation. I leave out the fact that I mean the tow truck is going to pick it up. Then, the company will have to buy it off of them.

That's why you use fake IDs, everybody!

We enter my apartment building, and I can tell you that it's not trash. Actually, it's pretty nice. Unlike the buildings in America, Japan takes care of their property. Compared to America, it looks high class.

It also requires high class payment too! However, Nezu pays me plenty, so it works for me!

I guide Aizawa to the elevator and press the button to take us to the 3rd floor.

At least the elevator music fills the silence this time.

When it arrives, we step out, and I lead the way to my apartment door. I make sure to pull out the key before we arrive, and I unlock the bitch to get in.

"Home sweet home, bitch, " I announce as I let Aizawa in.

Overall, I have a nice place. It's clean and looks fancy. I made sure to keep a small amount of furniture because more furniture equals more cleaning, and I happen to have a life. When you first enter, you're greeted with the living room and kitchen mashup. Then, there are three doors on the right wall. The left and right are the bedrooms while the middle is the bathroom.

We have space to make it work.

I close the door behind us, "Go sit on the couch. I'll start making dinner."

Aizawa faces me, "You don't have to do that."

"Except I do because apparently your diet is shit. Now sit and turn on the TV or something. Or you can go hide in your new room. It's the door on the far right. Oh, and if you need to do business, the bathroom is the middle door."

"You shouldn't be moving much either. The scarring still looks fresh, " Aizawa attempts to retort. Too bad I already know how to win this.

"Who is the one dressed like a mummy? You. Therefore, shush."

That gets him quiet. I don't know why he brought it up in the first place, but I'm not going to question it at the moment.

Aizawa goes to chill on the couch, and I head to the kitchen to make some chicken noodle soup because goddamnit I need it. I need something to warm my shitty mental health.

Oh, and for Aizawa, I guess.

It seems the man has no problem turning on the TV and finds the news, which is something. I'll take that over the silence anyway. It also means I don't have to tell of my stupid American stories the man probably doesn't like anyway.

Also, cooking is hard when one hand is covered in scars. I had to do it one-handed, but whatever.

Soon, supper is finished, and I carry a bowl over to him, "Time to eat, mate."

Aizawa looks at me and reaches for the items, but I pull them out of his reach, "I can feed myself."

"Sir, your arms are fixed in one place. I don't mind feeding you. It's not like I'm going to make it kinky or something like that."

"But you would."

"No. I have no interest in having sex with you."

"...I don't want to eat."

"Well, too bad, you are. Work with me here. The faster we get through this, the faster we can go to bed."

"Fine."

Feeding Aizawa is an interesting experience. I never had thought that I would have to feed a grown man that is not an elderly, but here we are! It's even more interesting doing it one-handed, but I digress.

We quickly finish, and I pull his bowl in the sink and return, "Alright, now bedtime."

"What about you?" Aizawa asks seemingly out of nowhere. Maybe he was meaning to ask that, but I completely ignored him probably.

"What about me? I'm eating after I get you to sleep."

"I rather make sure you don't choke."

"Bitch, I am not accident prone!"

"You made me suffer. I'm making you suffer. Otherwise, I'm not moving."

"Fucking bitch. Fine."

I quickly grab a bowl and get to eating. Unlike feeding Aizawa, it's awkard despite the TV in the background. Well, it could be worst, I guess.

For the first few minutes, I focus my attention on the news despite not understanding shit about it. I'm one of those people who goes with the flow. If there's a villain attack, I'm the idiot walking straight to it. I get that the news is important, but I like to live my life on the edge as you can tell.

The news is still blabbering when Aizawa randomly speaks up, "Thank you for protecting the students."

Honest to God, I did not pay much attention to it when I respond, "It's my job. Besides, I'm not letting kids get beat up."

"You're a janitor. Not a hero."

"And?"

"You shouldn't have to be risking your life for other's. That's the hero's job."

I click my tongue, "You know that the title hero was not originally a job profession, right? You shouldn't have to feel obligated to save someone. Besides, I made these decisions myself. I'm an adult. I can do that."

"I'm aware, but you could have joined the kids in running."

"But I didn't, did I? Besides, the villains had a chance of chasing us. I wasn't going to risk them like that. We were already lucky enough. I was not going to push it further."

That conversation ends there. I don't know, but Aizawa does not respond, and I am not going to make him respond. I'll let him think or whatever the fuck he has to do. We don't even talk for the rest of the night. I just help him to bed (ignoring his glares), take a shower, and hop in my own for the night.