Chapter 4 - ᴍᴀᴛᴀɪɴᴇɴᴄᴇ

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Thump.

The sound made by your heavy plants you got from the market today. You decided to spaz up your balcony, just because. You watered them, adjusting your tomato vines and flowers.

As you did that, you heard the sliding door on the balcony next to yours open.

"Ha, g' mornin short stacks. Those tomatoes ain't gonna last long. Things fly by and snatch things right off your balcony. Seen it before with my own eyes."

You rolled your eyes.

Couldn't tell me before I did all this?

"Nah, Id rather watch you struggle."

Thanks, blasty. I appreciate it.

"Anytime." He winked before smiling cockily at you.

"Hey, wanna take a walk? I've got nothin to do and neither do you."

Who told you I don't have anything to do?

"Your life is lame. I'm sure you have nothin to do. Just, c'mon. I'll show you around the place."

Alright, fine. Sure the paparazzi ain't gonna be on your ass?

"Positive. The security here is pretty damn decent if I'm bein' honest."

Alright then. Sure. I'll be out in a minute.

He nodded, going back inside and closing his door. You did the same, freshening yourself up a bit with some perfume.

You left your condo, just to see him standing right at your door.

"Took you long enough. Now let's hurry the hell up, I can't let that guy see me. He talks way too damn much."

Oh, Isamu? Yeah he really does talk alot. It's like he eats a fucking parrot for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

A hearty laugh escapes his mouth as he nudges your shoulder with his elbow.

"Nice one, doc. I'll give you that."

He said as you both left the front door of the building.

So...what's it like being a hero?

You asked, hoping to make a meaningful conversation with him.

"Honestly it sucks but it's great at the same time. You...it's like your always being praised but..it gets annoying sometimes. Some chic just came up to me the other day and told me she sold her fucking dog to buy some of my merch. Fucking weirdo. I mean, yeah, I'm grateful for their support or whatever but my fans are weird. I saw an Instagram post with someone sleeping on a body pillow of me. Someone else stuck a bloody tampon on a poster of me, and honestly, nothing fazes me anymore with those shits. But aside from those fuck faces, I like winning..I like kicking ass and showing those villains who's boss. Sure, the injuries are shit, but that's just a part of the job."

Katsuki blurted out, somewhat surprised that he said all of that himself.

That's...surely interesting...I wasn't expecting that, but I'm glad you like your job.

You replied honestly. Looking up at the man as you went to a small park at the back of the building.

"So, what about you, doc? Why did you wanna be a nurse or whatever ."

Well, I've always wanted to be a nurse ever since I was young. You paused for a moment. I don't know, I've just always liked helping people I guess..I had the brains for it, so why not do it.

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