Stuck To Me || Aizawa Shouta x Student Reader

Chapter three

Taking off my bandages and getting into the full bathtub I felt my back burn, my eyes prickling with tears.
Letting the pain subside, I looked around and saw lots of expensive shower products. Picking up the bottle labelled shampoo. I squirted it onto my hands and dragged my fingers through my hair, it smelled like vanilla.

Thinking of the man I couldn't help but hate, I wonder what would come of the week. It felt like my life had fallen apart in a day. Lost in thought I washed the shampoo out, and you applied the brown sugar conditioner letting it sit.

'Well at less he's clean.' I thought, letting the fragrance surround me.

"Your clothes are outside the door!" Aizawa shouted, making me jump at the unexpected sound.

Deciding to not give a response, I picked up the body wash.

"It's called wood, just wood... that's kind of funny,' I thought putting it up to my nose and smelling the scent. It smelled good but weird.

Washing all the products off and ignoring the stings on my back, I made my way to the door, poking my head out, just in case the old man was there. Luckily he wasn't. Swiping the pill out of the hallway and into the bathroom I pulled the warm towel out from under the clothes.

Turning my head to inspect my reflection I caught the sight of my back and winced. Turning back, I tried to focus on anything else but what i just saw. Staring down the floor, I felt frozen

'it looks so bad. shit.'

The memory of the night before woke me from my trance.

I had been trying so hard all day to hold back so to not fall apart. I don't know what if I can't keep this up for a week. No, I refuse to cry in a stranger's house. So, it doesn't matter what I feel or how much I want to cry, I'm just going to have to push it down.

Taking a breath I regained my composure, pulling on the oversized shirts. Soon I came to the realisation that I was in Aizawa's clothes.
It makes me feel icky.

Walking out I was met with Aizawa with a hand full of clothes, probably for his own shower. Snapping my head away I tried to make a swift exit but got stopped.

"Are you uncomfortable," the man spoke, his voice laced with worry.

'How could he tell am I that easy to read ?' I thought annoyed.

"No... what are you talking about," I said rushing to my room and closing the door.

Letting out a breath I viewed the site in front of me.
'It's such a nice room, and it's all mine. I don't think I've ever had my own room. Well maybe I did back in Hong Kong but I don't remember any of that. It's feels  nice.' 

Walking to the side of the bed I leaned out of the window and let my mind wander.

'I want a cigarette, I've earned one after all that happened, maybe I can go to Coco's tomorrow or maybe I can ask Aizawa for one, ya he'd give me one, he seems like the type. Scratch that i forgot  he was a pro ' I thought recalling the moment I stepped foot in this apartment the smell of tabacco filling my nostrils.

'Should  I also get a haircut?  No I don't have money and... I don't think I really want to cut it,'

 Ever since I started to live with my aunt, I've grown attached to my hair. It reminded me of my mother she always wore her hair neet and long so I kept my hair the same. Even though I can barely picture her face in my mind the picture of the hair seems sired into my mind.
Hearing a voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I'm coming in." I heard a gruff voice on the other side of the door.

'he's definitely a smoker.'