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Ch. 10: None for All

A few days later and Tigris was moving in her new items to her wonderful new home. She had gone on a shopping spree days before finding new items and similar items from before.

There were many men carrying up boxes to the living room while she coordinated their actions. They were very kind and ready to help out.

After some time upstairs she decided it was time to unload her trailer that was full of items that survived the fire. She opened up the door to the truck and took in the burning smell that stuck to the boxes and items.

Even though she had a new home, it hurt to know of all the things she lost. Memories, keepsakes, and family items.

There were many boxes, so she grabbed the first one in front of her until a pair of hands came over her eyes. A warm smile spread on her face.

"Does my nose deceive me or is that Pro Hero Present Mic?" She giggled.

"Awe! How'd you know?!" He removed his hands and placed them on his hips.

Tigris turned to see him in pretty casual clothing, jeans, plain salmon t-shirt, and his hair down with regular glasses. He was simple sometimes and she liked it.

"I have the nose of every animal on the planet. You think I don't know your smell by now?"

He took the box from her, leaning in close to her ear, "Do I smell good?"

She blushed with a smile, "Like coffee, sweat, and cologne."

"You can smell my sweat!?" He moved back a few feet.

"As a person with many senses, I can sense many things about you." She smirked, "Even emotions at times like dogs can."

"Hahah, no no no, don't do that now." He blushed.

She had turned the table on him, "My my Hizashi are you...nervous?"

"N-no!" He turned his head away, "I — I" He remembered his gift, "Oh! Wait I bought you a house warming gift! They do that in America right?"

"Of course we do, but you didn't have to get me anything at all."

He turned with a bag in his right hand while holding the box, "Here take it! Open it!"

Tigris took the bag from Hizashi's hand and opened it. Inside was a loaf of bread, earplugs, headphones, and a t-shirt. She pulled out the t-shirt and opened it up. On the shirt were the words "Put Your Hands Up!" with a pair of hands on the shirt.

"A shirt for my favorite listener," He winked.

"And the headphones, bread, and earplugs?"

"Well, apparently when I snore at night the whole neighborhood is up, you also look like you need a pair of good headphones, and the bread is a Japanese tradition, it means for you to never go hungry."

She looked at all the items as she stored them back into the bag, "You really didn't have to do all that."

"I wanted to, sweets!"

She blushed a bit, 'Sweets?'

"BUT we need to unload this stuff! Where do I go, yo?"

"Oh no no no, I got it don't worry, this is my mess."

She tried to take the box back but he held it above her.

"No no no," He wagged his finger, "Let me help you."

"You've really done a lot for me already. I can't ask for anything else."

"Oh, you don't need to ask for anything. I'm going to do it anyway. Try to keep up!" He began walking away with the box.