Raindrop Side Stories

Jozawa - 7

*sigh* I love classical music.

Enjoy~

Aizawa's POV

I returned to my apartment with food for 2, pausing at Joue's door. She hadn't answered my texts all evening about eating together. I had even called her once and she hadn't answered that either. I knocked on her door, waiting for her to answer. She was home, wasn't she? It was silent and I paused, taking out my own keyring. I sorted through the keys, finding the one I had labeled with purple. I used it to enter her apartment, taking the bag of food with me. I was beginning to get worried, as it was not like Joue to refrain from answering. It was dark in her apartment, but a few lamps were on signifying that someone must be home or was. I slinked through the apartment, hearing footsteps. I paused, a figure coming from the bedroom. Of course it was Joue, but why had she been ignoring my texts? I spotted her phone on the counter as she placed a laundry basket on the table. Her back was to me and I relaxed slightly knowing she was fine. That of course didn't change the fact that I had essentially broken in. She started folding clothes, bobbing her head slightly and I saw she was wearing headphones. So that was why she hadn't answered me. I set the food down.

"Joue?" She didn't answer, not having heard me. I approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder. A hand whipped around as Joue nearly crashed into the side of the table. Her hand cracked into my cheek, right near my eye. She looked around frantically as I gripped my face. She tugged down her headphones and I squeezed my eye shut.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?!" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I had food," I groaned, pointing over to where I remembered the table was.

"You scared the shit out of me," she stated, glancing between the bag and me.

"Clearly. You weren't answering your phone."

"So you broke in--whatever," I heard Joue say. Hands picked my head up by cupping my cheeks and I took my hand away from my eye, still keeping it squeezed shut. I peered back, not very well with one eye closed and the other watering slightly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'll be fine, I've had worse," I scoffed and her hands turned my face to look at my cheek and eye.

"Are you sure? I'm so sorry," she said. "I even hurt my hand with that one."

"Yes, I'm fine," I said. She brushed where she had smacked with her thumb and my eyes squeezed shut again.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized again. "Hold on, I'll get ice." She let go, her footsteps hurrying to the kitchen.

"No, it's really fine--" She placed it against my face and I tried to look at her again, her hand at my back.

"Sit down," she instructed and I let her hands lead me towards the couch. She sat me down and I heard her footsteps walking around.

"I didn't mean to scare you or break in really, I just figured something was wrong since you weren't answering," I said.

"I just had my headphones on, I didn't hear the buzzing," she replied. I felt the couch dip slightly beside me and the ice was taken from my eye. A cool rag wiped at my skin and I felt awkward just seated there.

"You really...hit me there," I said.

"Yeah, it wasn't so much of a slap. I back handed a punch at your face," she replied sheepishly. She placed the pads of her fingers on either side of my jaw, turning my face for me. I winced slightly and she let out a soft, discontent hum.

"Quite a lot of power you've got there," I said. She placed the ice on my eye again, taking the rag to herself. I felt her brush hair pinned under the ice back. Her weight lifted from the couch and I heard her step to the kitchen. The water ran and she returned. I started to pull the ice off, but her hand gently pressed it back on my eye.