All or Nothing

9

"I'm not completely helpless," Aizawa mumbled as I got him through the door, "I did get around the school pretty well on my own."

I rolled my eyes as we slipped our shoes off, then I took him back to his room, "Yea, but I'm a registered nurse and I know how to tend to wounds, and re-wrap bandages. Now sit down and shut up." I pointed to the chair at his desk and he raised his arms defensively, following my orders.

I sighed and put my hair up into a loose bun, pulling my mask down and sliding my gloves off. I tossed the gloves on the bed and went to find the first aid kit, "Is it in the same spot?" I inquire from the bathroom.

"Yes."

I came back out with the first aid box and set it down on the desk, "It's going to be uncomfortable."

"I know," he sighed.

I pulled his chair to face the desk and I slid onto the edge of said desk so I could get a good look at him; I turned on his desk lamp and made it face him so I could see. I reached around and undid the bandages from the back of his head and started unwrapping. They got loose enough for me to be able to pull the whole wrap over his head and I tossed it to the side, "Oh, Sho..."

He had a deep set of stitches under his right eye. I grabbed a spare hair tie from my wrist and pulled his hair back out of his face. His eyes looked blood shot and I frowned, "Did they give you anything for your dry eyes?"

"They did," he looked down to the side, "it's in my right front pocket."

I blushed and reached down, pulling the small bottle from his pocket, "I'm gonna put some drops in okay?"

"Okay."

I lifted his head back by his chin and tried not to get distracted by how attractive he looked. I opened the bottle and dropped about two drops in per eye, "Alright, blink a little then I'll clean up your stitches."

He listened and blinked before lifting his head back up to look at me, "Hotaru," him saying my name in that voice really did something to me, "are you seriously upset with me?" He rested his good hand on my waist and scooted closer to me. His torso ended up between my legs, arms rested at my sides as he looked up at me.

"W-Well," I was so flustered it took a second to answer, "I'm not extremely mad, but I just want you to know I worry about you. A lot." I reached and wiped away the excess eye drops that had trickled down his cheek, "You tend to get yourself hurt a lot, and then proceed not to take care of yourself."

He looked down at my hand then back up at me, "I love you."

I squeaked a little as I felt his hand squeeze my hip, "I-I love you too." I replied breathlessly.

His hand slid from my hip, up my back and to the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. Our lips met and I melted, feeling the fuzzy warm feeling spread from my lips to my ears. Both of my hands gently caressed his jaw as I deepened the kiss, making sure not to hurt him. His hand left the back of my neck and slid to its original spot on my hip. We gently pulled away, our lips staying about a centimeter apart as we stared into each other's eyes.

"Shota." I whispered gently; I'm sure I was as red as my hair.

"Hotaru," He whispered back, his voice sending chills down my spine. He smiled at me and gently pushed stray hair behind my ear.

"I love you," I sighed with a wide smile.

His soft smile grew into a grin, "I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you were going to be important to me. I didn't know how, or why, but I knew."

I felt like curling up into a ball, I didn't know how to handle all of this information, "Sh-Sho..."

"I'm serious," he laughed lightly, kissing my nose, "When I saw you for the first time I was taken back by how beautiful your eyes were, and how quiet you seemed; you stood out, but didn't at the same time. It made my blood boil when Toya made me use my quirk on you. Your reaction to it broke my heart and I didn't even know why yet. I'm not one to typically be this mushy gross romantic, but I really believe you were made for me," he looked into my eyes with a fire I'd never seen in him before, "I didn't even believe in love before I met you."

"Shota," I stated with shaky breath, "I thought I was romantically unlovable for a long time before I met you. You helped me realize my worth because I was okay with dating Toya for the college I wanted until you showed me I didn't have to settle; you showed me I had potential. These past five years have been excruciating because I was worried you'd get sick of waiting."

"I never got sick of waiting," he pressed his good hand to my cheek, "because I knew I'd be able to have you one day."

I sniffled, feeling tears well up, "This is probably really cringey, but I fell for you the first day we met. Not like hard or anything, but I did really like you." I laughed a little at myself.

"It's not cringey," he chuckled and gave me a small kiss, my heart soaring, "it's kinda cute."

"Hush," I stated bashfully, "let's finish cleaning you up ok? I don't want you to get infected."

He smiled and nodded silently, letting me grab the disinfectant wipes to clean up his stitches.