hold your breath//Shota Aizawa

Chapter 4; Cat Therapy

It was quiet, surprisingly enough. Usually, Miko and Siko made it their daily mission to trip him up when he was in the kitchen, but today he didn't see them around at all. As he had left the rice to cook, he walked back to his bedroom where Aizawa rested and froze in the doorframe. Aizawa laid there, curled up on himself as much as he could with the amount of bandages wrapped around him, and Miko was on his pillow, basically hugging the pro's head. Then Azumi notices Siko. The usually timid cat was quietly purring as Aizawa's hand absently scratched the gray fur.

"Wow, he's- THEY'RE CUTE! Yeah, they, the cats, are very cute..." Thought Azumi, biting the inside of his mouth. He went back to his kitchen, checking the time on the rice cooker and after seeing he had 20 more minutes before it would be done, he walked into his living room and picked up his old acoustic guitar that stood on a stand next to his bass guitar and sat down on the sofa. For a moment he just sat there, tuning it and scratching his brain for any melody. His fingers then started to move over the frets on their own.

Aizawa woke up to a slow sound of a guitar and his first thought was that Azumi had to turn on the radio. He blinked away the sleep and yawned.

"It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, baby.

These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy.

But when you place your head between my collar and jaw.

I don't know much but there's no weight at all." A male voice from the radio quietly sang and Aizawa crooked his head in interest. The voice was nice and sounded sincere and warm.

"And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't.

'Cause if I say I miss you I know that you won't.

But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun.

Something in the orange tells me we're not-" The sound of beeping interrupted the song and the voice stopped. A sudden 'tsnk' of guitar strings being slapped to silence the music, carried from down the hall and Aizawa realized with wide eyes that the voice belonged to Azumi. He ran from his previous thoughts by focusing on petting Azumi's cats. A couple of minutes later, Azumi walked into the bedroom with a bowl and chopsticks.

"Oh, you're awake. Right on time." He said and placed the bowl and chopsticks down onto the bedside table. Aizawa could see and smell the delicious looking chicken katsu curry. Azumi helped the other hero into a sitting position and picked up the meal once again, holding a piece of the chicken with rice up to him with the chopsticks. Aizawa scowled at him. "What? Would you rather struggle with your casts?" Asked Azumi with a raised eyebrow.

"Thanks for the meal..." Aizawa sighed in defeat and looked away as he hesitantly opened his mouth and took a bite. It was... delicious, much to Aizawa's despair. This guy was, from what he heard, an amazing hero, great singer, even greater cook AND he had two cats. Not to mention he was good looki-What? There had to be something about Aquamarine that would destroy that pretty image of his. After he finished eating, the other hero left to put away the empty bowl and soon returned with a glass of water. He dug through the drawer and took out the eyedrops Chiyo prescribed to the erasure hero.

"Look up." Aizawa, like a fool, did and was met with an image that would be engraved into his mind for the rest of his stay, and probably even after that. Looking up at Azumi, Aizawa thanked whatever gods were up there that Azumi wore a shirt for once in his fucking life, because if he wasn't...

"Ack!" Aizawa's train of thoughts was interrupted when something cold brushed his eyelashes and landed in his eye. His reflex acted on its own and he quickly blinked, the eye drops sliding out of his eye like a tear and ran down his cheek until the bandage soaked it up.