Heal Me (Aizawa x Male OC)

Chapter 10

Rummaging malnourished rats, garbage, and sex-addicted junkies were the only ones who seemed to surround the Recovery Boy as he walked to the given location. The text that he was promised to get from Hawks, consisted of very few words, and no emotions. Five words, and a few typos fix away from being instructions. He hated how even with this, his body moved the second it was time to meet up, not listening to his brain's frontal lobe telling him that this decision would only damage them further.

He thought about if Hawks would be as dry as his message was.  Would he explain everything to him? Tell chase why he left so that Chase could turn off the tv in his mind that only played reruns of the questions "what did I do". Would he apologize? Go on about how it was all his fault and Chase did nothing, how he wish he acted differently, and hope that Chase would calmly say "don't be sorry, I understand". The recovery boy didn't even know the red wings reasoning for leaving but he knew as his boots hit the sidewalk in a rhythmic matter, that he would forgive him.

The red bird that was flying around in his head was quickly shot as he heard a agonizing groan escape the ally that he was passing. He knew he shouldn't have looked given he could put himself as a witness of situation he would have no way of getting himself out but his body had been in a mood of not listening to his head. Without thought his head wipped over and looked into the ally, being met with a shadow of a person who was lumped over on the floor.

He knew he should've kept walking, pretending he saw nothing, his quirk could only heal not defend. Someone was in trouble though, and that's really all Chase cared about. Without a second for his eyelashes to touch, he ran to the shadow. Once he did he was met with a man that he was not expecting to see tonight. Aizawa.

He stared at the long hair teacher who had singular hairs engraved into the blood and sweat that rotted his face. Their eyes met and Chase's pupils dilated as his face cascaded a look of sorrow and grievance rather then a shocked and surprised.

"Are you ok?" He wanted to come off as strong, he should've been strong. He dealt with hurt patients all the time, yet fear laced itself into Chase's vocal chords making his voice tremble with each syllable he spoke.

"Yes" the two men looking at one another both knew the words the one spoke where a lie, the other knew better to deny it though so instead Chase cupped Aizawas cheeks and inspected the teachers wounds. The gaze that was once focused on the recovery boy infront of him was now looking anywhere else, in fear of what looking at the man who held his right cheek so tenderly would do to his heart rate.

"My house is down the street, I can take care of your injures there" so many words wanted to take the spot that Chase's sentence took, however they had to wait given the predicament they were in. The nurse had no idea if the people who did this were still out there lerking, and as much as Chase would do anything in his power to protect his friend, with his ability he would get them both killed.

Aizawa knowing the situation and the boy who was now trying to get him off the grown, didnt try fighting him on this. Even though he wanted to plead for the recovery boy to go off doing whatever he was, he let chase help him up and ultimately stained the white collar on the nurses shirt with his blood. He had no idea why. Death was something that was unlikely with his condition not being fatal, however these past couple of weeks to months made Aizawa realize something.

He was longing. Chase was someone that he thought was going to be another grievance of random chatter that he would wish he could mute. Yet now the thought of being in a room with the twenty-something-year-old recovery boy, and him not talking to Aizawa; clawed him slowly until he was spewing from gut to gut on a table for giants to dine and feast. If the eraser was more valiant with tackling his feelings, maybe he could answer why he was longing. Deeper friendship? It didn't matter, whenever he tried to dissect the beast of thoughts it quickly had a construction worker put up a wrong way sign so his mind wouldn't have to calculate what Chase was to him.

The two were quiet on the way to Chase's apartment. Aizawa in a leaned position as his arm draped over Chase's shoulders for support as he limped alongside the recovery boy that drove him to insanity. Chase looked weak with his more lean built but given the training he went through to be a pro, he had enough muscular strength to keep the teacher up.

The two tackled the stairs to his apartment one by one. The elevator broke, and even though Chase offered to carry Eraserhead, the man simply refused and went on to say he can do this shit himself. So a 5-minute walk to the apartment was slowly turning into a 30. Until eventually the two where faced with a light navy blue door with the nurses apartment number on it.

Winded Eraserhead, followed the recovery boy into his apartment being greeted with bare walls and barely any furniture. Eraser didn't think the apartment would be decorated to the same extent the royals wear accessories, however he did think there'd be at least something given the guys personality and how he presented himself. He thought the rooms would scream color and art, yet all he saw was drywall.

"I'm sorry for the place, I really haven't had the money or time to get any decorations" Chase gave Aizawa a warm smile as he sat him on his couch, which caused the erasers body to completely conform into the softness of the couch as his muscles finally really relaxed.

The recovery boy gave the older by a few years teacher some time to relax and get himself situated before he came back to sit as his side. Taking his time getting Aizawa a drink and finding his medical aid kit. Once he was back though he saw the eraser quirked man sitting on the couch with his head leaned back and eyes shut. He stared at the teacher who had dry blood riddled along his arms and cheeks who sat on the barely even loveseat couch he bought from some guy down the road. It made him sick to think about but seeing Aizawa in such an intimate state, even with the context of why, felt right. He knew that now was not the time nor was it the person but he couldn't help enjoying the company that sat tiredly on the couch.

The recovery boy had a job to do, so as much as he wanted to piece the puzzle piece of this emotional sensation together, he had to first take care of Shouta. The eraser eyes were still closed as Chase sat beside him on the couch. Resting on his knees as his body and face were aimed towards the wounded patient. As much as Aizawa repeated in his mind the phrase "don't look over", he couldn't help it when he felt a warm sensation on his left arm's wrist. Slowly picking his head up and seeing two small hands wrapped around his wounds, caressing them to health. His eyes then went from the hands to the owner's face, seeing the recovery boys fixated on the task at hand not realizing he had a live audience of one right now. He stared at the face that had hazel eyes with stone pupils focused on his broken body, with random stray pieces of brown hair trying to cover these eyes and this face away from him. He blamed it on feeling light-headed from the lack of energy and blood in his body, but he found his right hand slowly tip-toeing its way to those rebellious strands of hair and tuck it behind the nurse's ear. Getting a full glimpse of those marble-like eyes.

This caused Chase to release his grasp on the patient's wounds and stare back up to the man that he was now aware was staring at him. A small blush little done another cheek in a mirror effect as the two stares into one another eyes, seeing flakes of different colors within them they never saw before. No one moved closer, no one moved back, they both just sat there and stared as if there was some clue in one another cornea that would tell them what to do now.

"Why were you out at that part of town so late" Aizawa was the one to break the silence and the gaze as he felt his ability to control himself grow thin. He hated the idea of what he was trying to control but at last, repression was his typical friend that took care of that.

The question that left the eraser's mouth made Chase remember the bird who was supposed to be with. Chase liked and disliked this affect Aizawa had on him where he would forget about the bird that seemed to like to fly in zig zages around his head when he was lone. He liked the bird to be gone, but then he immediately wondered why Aizawa was the one to stop it. The answer was clear but like the man with scar below his eye, he was no ready to accept it. 

"I was just taking a walk and forgot where I was" the two knew this was a lie but neither one of them pressed. The nurse caressed aizawa's upperarm and wondered why he lied to to him. Sure Aizawa despised the mere sqwuak of the red wing bird but it's not like Chase and Hawks hanging out meant anything and if it did then what business would it be for the eraser to get mad at him for. Yet part of him thought the mere act of texting the bird was betrayal towards the eraser. "turn your head towards me please"

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