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Neighbors. You where neighbors with the Pro-Hero Cellophane. And you didn’t even notice until he had watched you try to balance two boxes with a lamp on top of it? And when you did notice you tripped which shattered the lamp? And some how not only did you shatter the lamp but you always cut your hand open on the glass when you where getting up? Oh, and not to mention, he had witnessed it all.
Yeah, it’s not bad, it’s embarrassing. Let’s recap from the beginning shall we.
You were finally ready to move out of your parents house. Fresh out of college and already starting your dream career. You had to pick a apartment that was affordable, close to work, and had all the requirements you needed. Luckily you found the perfect one bedroom apartment that was only a thirty minute commute to work. Score!
The weeks leading up to the big move in day where nerve racking. You had to sign a ton of papers, pay the deposit, pack, and buy furniture all in a matter of a few weeks. You bought a lot of furniture online and had it shipped to your new address ahead of time. The majority of your stuff was set to arrive a week after moving in.
Then finally came move in day. You only had your two guy friends for the first two hours of the move in day. Their truck had your bed, dissembled bed frame, headboard, dresser, and couch crammed in some how. Your car was packed with boxes full of items from your bedroom, suitcases of clothes, dinning ware you had bought for the apartment, and of course your potted plants. Which were your babies; you were not leaving them behind to rot at your parents house.
The two hours you had your friends went well. They carried everything from their truck up. The remaining forty five minutes was spent with them assembling your bed frame and mocking you for your noodle arms that couldn’t even push your dresser against the wall. It wasn’t your fault. They hit the gym like mad men and you preferred crafty things! Like art. Maybe you’ll be the next Vincent Van Gogh.
“So now that all your furniture is up in your apartment. Can we leave?” Ittetsu groaned as he slumped over the couch. Exhaustion was clearly starting to show on the man.
“Already worn out?” You taunted as you crossed your arms across your chest. Your eyebrow raising in question.
Tetsurou joined in. “I thought I was going to be the one who’d get exhausted, Ittetsu.”
”Oh the both of you shut it. You don’t know what it’s like to work a real job,” he dramatically whined from his place on the cough.
“Yes, because sitting on your ass all day playing video games for children is a quote on quote real job,” Tetsurou remarked.
“At least he has a job,” you commented back in defense for your lazy friend.
Ittetsu bursted into laughter from the couch. Tetsurou gasped as he put his hand to his chest with a look of fake hurt written across his face.
“Touché.”
The three of you laughed for a while longer, before they had to leave to go do adult things like pay student loans and cry about not being able to afford a bag of Doritos, because you have to pay for your phone bill and it went over a bit so it costs more this time around. You know, the usual adult stuff. Anyways this left you with carrying in everything from your car up into the apartment.
Which lead to you embarrassing yourself in front of the Pro-Hero Cellophane. Who was now standing over you with worry and a bit of a smile. Which you presumed was his best attempt at not laughing at your misfortune. You had almost made it too. The boxes you had been carrying in where the last boxes from your car. Then you where done! Instead now you sit with your face as red as the blood seeping from your hand because your eyes stared a little to long at the mans elbows just to identify him as the Pro-Hero.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he held his hand out to help you up.
You nodded your head and accepted the hand up; of course not with the slightly bloody hand. That’s disgusting. Why would you do that to the poor man? “Yeah I’m fine. My favorite lamp sadly isn’t though.”
“Neither is your hand,” he pointed out as he literally was pointing at your bleeding hand. “I have basic first aid in my apartment. Come in, I can patch it up for you.”
You lifted your hand to better inspect the cut. It wasn’t terribly bad, though it was bleeding quite a bit, and you should definitely accept the offer. “Thank you. Let me just bring my boxes to my apartment real-“
“I’ll do it so you don’t bloody them,” the Pro-Hero had reassured as he pushed his apartment door open for you.
He moved quickly to grab the boxes and set them inside of his apartment as you entered in front of him. Your hand was faced palm up in a effort yo slow the bleeding, though in hindsight you don’t think that’s how it works. Your uninjured hand though rested underneath that one with your thumb pressed over the cut; another attempt to slow the bleeding so it wasn’t as messy.
“You new?” He asked as he lead you into the bathroom. When he entered he closed the toilet lid and motioned for you to take a seat.
You nodded your head. “Yeah, was moving in, but it seems I have horrible balance.” The sound of the medicine cabinet opening and then closing was heard as you stared at your palm.
A part of you was freaking out about being in a Pro-Heros house, but another part was majorly embarrassed at tripping in front of said Pro-Hero. Come to think of it, you hadn’t really looked at him that much. The only reason you had know it was him was due to his elbows; which was all you had noticed before tripping. But if you’re honest with yourself that’s his quirk, so it is the BEST identifier.
I mean shit. You hadn’t even noticed that fact that his hair was tied back into a very disheveled bun, his jeans where to form fitting, his shirt was baggy and had some tape related joke on it. Which was like come on man? Really; but also kinda cute.
“I feel that. I fall at least twenty times a day. Are you okay with letting me touch your hand? I know you don’t know me much,” he had begun to ramble a bit as he turned to face you now. All of the medical supplies laid out on the sink.
“I’m bleeding from my hand,” you remarked with a slight laugh, “You are all good to do whatever you need too.”
“It is always good to still ask,” he replied with his own matching smile. His hand extending out to take your bleeding one.
“We love a man who asks for consent.”
His hand gently wrapped around the bottom of the injuries hand, fingers wrapping a bit around your wrist. You had noted that his hands where rough and calloused, but the way he had touched your skin made them feel as soft as a feather.
“How’d you even manage to cut yourself this deep?” He asked as he moved your hand over the sink. His free hand twisting the knob to rub lukewarm water.
Too busy paying attention to that fact that my NEIGHBOR is the Pro-Hero Cellophane. You thought to yourself; which let’s be real anyone else would have fell too.
”I guess I didn’t notice the glass from the lamp there,” you replied before wincing at the feeling of water running over the cut.
“I’m sorry! Did that hurt?” He asked as he pulled your hand slightly from the water.
You shook your head quickly. “No, no. Was just surprising. You’re good.” Your smile reassured the man, who now that you think of it why the fuck are you just so willing to go into a strangers home???
Sure he is a pro-hero, but what if that’s a cover for him being a serial killer or a cannibal? Maybe you weren’t ready to live on your own if your just so willing to walk into a strangers apartment.
“This is gonna sting,” he said as he placed your hand down on the sink to wet a cotton pad with peroxide.
“I’m a big girl. I can take it,” you replied before he had placed the cotton pad down onto the cut. Gently he began to pat around and over the cut.
He chuckled slightly at your remark as he cleaned the wound. “I can tell. You didn’t even cry.”
“What can I say. I’m a bit of a badass.”
”I bet,” he breathed before continuing to doctor the cut.
You where to busy watching him clean and bandage up the cut to notice the small silence that had formed. The embarrassment from falling wearing off now as well. Honestly it became a second thought the moment you entered his home.
“I’m Sero, by the way,” he broke the silence as he finished wrapping your hand.
“[Y/N].” You replied with a smile as he let go of your completely bandaged hand.
You wiggled your fingers and then closed to make a fist to find that the way he has wrapped it made the bandage part stay in place. Though it did hurt to make a fist.
“Thank you for doing this. I don’t really have any medical supplies yet besides a bottle of old ibuprofen.”
“It’s no problem. Not every day a girl falls for ya,” he replied with a smile.
Your face burned red instantly at his remark. Had he noticed you staring at him when you fell? You where definitely embarrassed again.
“Just so you know, neighbor. I am never letting you live that down,” he said, his smile growing more.
You laughed slightly now. “I’m sure I’ll find another way to embarrass myself.”