𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 30 | Nurse

The last thing I remember was hearing deep sounding murmurs, whatever I had landed on was oddly warm. It didn't feel like the cold hard floor or a blanket. It almost felt lik-

I awoke sitting straight up panting and in a cold sweat. I calmed down and laid back as I realized I was in my own apartment bed. With black silky sheets and katanas stringing the walls.

Wait, I don't have katanas or black silky sheets.

I sat up so quick my head spun, and looked around the room. The shower was on. I started to hyperventilate. My face turned red as I felt like I couldn't breathe, my head was raging. It felt like all the iron left my body, but my head stopped feeling so dazed just as soon as it arrived. I was breathing hard and heavy, my back was to the headboard as I didn't want to move anything else. My eyes nervously darted around the apartment. I was scared out of my mind. My body was aching in some places and my back felt sore, it hurt a bit to bend. Did those hyenas lock me in their dojo dungeon? I coughed and my chest burned like hell. I whimpered and put a hand on my chest as it heavily heaved up and down. I could see pretty clearly except for a bit of blur on my right eye but I barely noticed it. It honestly didn't hurt that bad, surprisingly, I felt kind of okay.

How did I even get here? I remember being on the ground in a narrow hallway, in front of those two female teachers. It felt as if I could still hear their ringing laughs. I groaned and my eyes searched around some more. The place was adorned with a certain beautiful lighting that made it dark and ominous but extremely pretty at the same time. Everything here was a type of grey or black, it was honestly pretty nice. There were a few black curtains here and there, some lace, some sparkling see through, they were romantic looking in a way. There was a thin laced curtain on each side of the bed, it was beautiful. I don't think I've ever been in a canopy bed before. The curtains were tied up to each post on all four sides. The bed was silk and it felt so nice. Looking around again I saw no picture frames or anything like that to tell me who it may be. As I looked to where the katanas were neatly hung up there were mats below it, and a punching bag sat at the edge of them. This was such an interesting place, it definitely has the layout of a UA apartment.

It wasn't very girly so that made me wonder. I really, really hoped this was Recovery Girls apartment but I don't think she would have katanas on her walls. Maybe it's just midnight, but then again wouldn't she have whips? I shook off the thoughts of Midnight and Recovery, sadly pushing them away. I looked down at my clothes and my heart raced, I had on a black tank top that surely was NOT mine. I lifted up the blankets and peeked under, I was wearing some type of black boxers with hearts on them? They weren't mine either, but I think I'm seeing a pattern with the black color around here. I looked to my left to see a night stand, a simple lamp and a bowl sat atop it. The bowl held water and a damp, small towel sat at the rim. Was someone taking care of me? I dipped my finger in the water to feel it, it was cold. It was fresh.

I felt around my face and band aids sat on my cheeks and eyebrows, they ached as I gently touched them. I'm guessing that's from when I banged my head on the wall, if not anything else. My teeth hissed and I put my hands back down to my sides. Wait, there's someone in the shower. Does that mean I'll be able to see who's apartment I'm staying in? I don't know maybe it is Midnight's, in a way I can see why she would have katanas, and the lace curtains. I guess in a seductive way it was a bit romantic, and kind of girly. My cheeks started to get red, what if it was Midnight, she's my idol. I'd freeze up in front of her. What if it was Snipe? Or even Ectoplasm? My ears went red with embarrassment, I could be wrong but it really could be almost anybody. I think I'm just more embarrassed that a teacher found me rather than Recovery Girl, and I was here rather than the infirmary.

The shower turned off and I sucked in a breath, excited. My fingers fiddled as I stayed in waiting. I heard footsteps, and turned to the right. The door slowly opened and a tall image stepped out into view.