T R I C K S T E R [BNHA x Reader]

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Tick...

Tock...

Tick...

It's 8 o'clock, the sky outside now dark and the sun had gone to bed. The moon glows a soothing light over the city and the moonlight pours through the curtains of the dimly lit hospital room, light breathes are heard as the heavily injured Aizawa rests on the hospital bed, wrapped from head to toe with bandages and gauze. The female to his left lounges on the sofa while she scrolls down on her phone, a bagel in hand and some Chinese takeout on the table next to her. 

The covers shifted as the underground hero woke up from his slumber, groggy and in pain. He scans his surroundings to meet the vigilante, seeing how not obnoxious she was at the moment. She tilted her head up from her phone and blankly stared at him before she sighed.

"I was worried."

His eyes widened at that before softening as he looks off to the side, he was surprised that she cared that much. The female had only ever messed around with him and didn't really give a shit when he went on missions of any sort. 

"Sorry for worrying you."

"Wait how did you even get here anyway...?"

He has a point, this hospital is an hour away from home.

"..."

"?"

"I drove your car."

"YOU WHAT?!"

Despite her efforts to keep him in the hospital, he decided that he wanted to be a stubborn cat and go home. Yes, [Y/N] drove him home and he was too tired to make her stop, well and he can't exactly move much anyway... The drive home was silent, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable or anything, just a moment without the need for any conversation. The radio plays songs as the car cruises along. Oh, and Aizawa ate the takeout the female got for him.

The second they got back, they crashed, heading to bed.

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Ring, ring bitch wake the fuck up. That’s the sound of her alarm tone as it blasts loudly into her ear, waking her up and almost making her destroy her phone. She sighs before slipping on her uniform dress shirt and pants/trousers, not even wearing the blazer as she lazily tied her tie around her neck, brushing her teeth and lazily washing her face with a cleanser, she was too lazy to do extra shit like wash her face.

She walked down the stairs to see her caretaker sitting at the table drinking coffee with another cup next to his, seeming to be for her. She grabs some cereal before dumping it into her coffee, Aizawa just gave up caring about what cursed shit she does and let her hop to it.

“I wish you would rest at home for at least a day…”

“I’m a Pro, there’s no rest for the weary, especially since we got attacked by the League too,” was his reply, though a bit muffled from the bandages covering his mouth.”

They got into the car and he started up the car, not wanting her to drive.

“They know now…”