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“You need someone to take care of you, Aizawa.”
The black-haired man simply laughed. “I’m not a child, Nedzu.”
“And that’s not what I mean by that. You keep on getting hurt and you practically don’t care about your own well-being,” Nedzu shot back.
Aizawa rolled his eyes. It’s one of these conversations again. Nedzu constantly bickered at Aizawa about ‘not taking care of himself’ or ‘hurting himself too often.’
Of course, Aizawa never cared enough to ever listen to Nedzu. His well-being isn’t worth more than innocent citizen’s lives. And yet, Nedzu always objected.
Aizawa’s silence cued Nedzu to continue. “I will be getting you a nurse-assistance to take care of you. She is a good friend of mine and was nice enough to accept my offer. You better not do anything bad to her or try to ignore her—.”
Nedzu’s rambling was cut off by Aizawa getting out of the chair he was and in and walking out of the meeting room of U.A.
Aizawa seriously didn’t need some stupid nurse girl to always take care of him. It was annoying enough to have Nedzu always tell him to take care of himself, and it would be even worse to have some stupid nurse-assistant person always follow him like some stalker.
He continued speed-walking, his hands in his pockets as he turned around a corner.
A yelp came out of his throat when he was pushed back by some sort of force. A green blue was all he saw before he fell on his ass.
”O-Oh, shoot! I apo-apologize! Uhm, it’s my fault!” A feminine voice said.
A hand reached out in front of him, and instead of taking it, he simply stared at the beauty in front of him.
Green, messy hair. Green eyes that seemed to resemble a forest. A soft, baby-face. He could’ve stared at this perfect artwork for the rest of his life, and he would feel as if his life was spent doing something good.
”Uh, a-are you okay? Oh god. D-Did I just paralyze s-someone!? Oh no, uh,” she then proceeded to slap Aizawa’s cheek. Hard.
That certainly did it. Aizawa woke up from his trance, as if this woman had just lifted off a spell from him.
“Oh, uh, hi, yes. It’s fine. Just watch where you’re headed next time.” Aizawa said quickly.
The woman nodded and said at least ten more apologies before hurrying off.
Well, that’s the last Aizawa will be seeing of her, sadly. His chances of getting someone is zero anyways.