𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 71 | Neosporin

"Why?" He asked.

Actually, why? Why do I want to help him? He's never been nice to me, why should I be nice to him?

"Nevermind." I snatched my wrist away and shoved past him, my location goal unknown.

"Wait." He grabbed my forearm and spun me around. "Tend my wounds, nurse Tomigara."

"Demands, demands." I tutted, ignoring his hand that was lightly gripping my arm. This man would be unstoppable with hand tattoos. "Fine."

I shrugged, mocking him. I was actually freaking out a bit. He wanted me to help him, the nurse comment was pretty funny to be honest though. I can be a nurse for the night, I mean it's not like I can say no, it's a "command". I stared down at his hand as it was still latched on my forearm. He let go as I walked past him, missing the warmth.

"Where's the kit?" I asked.

"Cabinet in the bathroom." He said.

Pretty basic place to put it, I could have guessed that.

I strode over to the bathroom and opened the cabinet. My breath hitched in my throat as I spotted a row of cologne, they looked expensive. In pretty bottles and half filled. I had an urge to steal one out of no where but I pushed it away as I quickly snatched the kit. Why would I even want to steal Aizawa's cologne? I shut the cabinet and went out of the bathroom.

I pointed to the couch. "Sit, now."

He obeyed and went to sit. That was easy, no trouble? I walked over and sat down beside him, setting the kit on the coffee table. I scooted closer to him,

"Tilt your head a bit." I said, trying not to be nervous at our proximity.

He tilted his head a bit keeping his eyes on me and my hands. I grabbed a small container of Neosporin and a cotton pad. I turned back to him and my breath caught in my throat. He had his cheek rested in his palm as his elbow leaned on the back of the couch. He was staring off as the light lit his face making him look terribly attractive. At this moment I was reminded he was still shirtless, sweating from training, and I had half a mind to straddle him. The torso on this man was unforgivable, his abs were flexed as he leaned on his side. His head was tilted off a little too far and I hesitated. I reached out and put a finger under his chin. He instantly flinched and recoiled back a bit.

"Calm it down." I said, rolling my eyes. Pussy my ass.

He leaned back forward and tilted his head, leaning it on his palm again. I ripped the sides of the cotton pad off to make it a bit smaller. I pushed out the Neosporin onto the pad and looked back at Aizawa. Ignoring how fine he looked, I rolled my eyes at myself. I pressed the pad onto the red wound. The wound looked like it had bled earlier, but not life threatening. That made me satisfied, I made him bleed. I fought a smile as I patted the Neosporin in. This was the smaller wound, I was a little scared to get to the bigger one. The blood didn't look encrusted but closer up it was bleeding, that was for both of the wounds. Even though they weren't, they were done bleeding and stayed irritated.

I hesitated as I had a new pad with more Neosporin on it, hovering over the bigger wound. These weren't big wounds and they didn't cover his whole face but they looked like they would have hurt. I'm just enjoying the thought that I hurt him to a point he's bleeding. Essentially they were pretty small, but hey, I got a hit on him.

I got to the bigger wound and instantly he snatched my wrist from his face. I gasped at the quick reaction and we stared at each other. For a long time actually. His eyes searched my face, more than likely wondering if I was just trying to hurt him. I let my eyes scour his body in shameless abandon and saw that his whole body was tense. His abs were flexed and I could see part of his strong v-line, there was a little scar in the middle of his abs, I longed to trace it.

"Can I...?" I asked gesturing to the wound, trying to break the contact.

He finally let go of my wrist which he practically crushed and I rubbed the Neosporin in as he twitched a bit.

"Not sorry." I said out loud.

Thankfully he stayed silent as he continued to let me tend his face. I finished the bigger cut and paused, admiring his face like a fool. He had soft features, his cheeks were very slim and hardened. Scars sat just a bit of a ways under his eye bags, he really could pull off scars and eye bags. Hair neatly aligned and trimmed on the sides of his face, he had that man bun in again. I wanted to pull that ponytail out and let his messy hair free.

"Done?" He asked with an eyebrow up as he side eyed me.

"Almost." I said my cheeks hot as I went back to the kit, pulling out band-aids.

I took a wrapping off on one side of the band-aid as I got my hand closer to his face.

He pushed it away. "No, I don't want band-aids on my face, I don't need them."

I smacked his hand away, starting to get angry with all this touching. "Yes you do, and you are going to keep them on."

I put the band-aid on the smaller one and he groaned loudly.

"Shut up." I said and reached for another band-aid.

I grabbed the band-aid and peeled the side off, reaching for his face.