Special

Are You Okay?

I wake up on our couch with the morning sun shining in through the window and warming the side of my face. For a fraction of a second I feel at peace, but it crashes down when I turn over and feel a searing pain in my elbow and remember last night. I reluctantly get up and stretch my sore back which most definitely has a bruise right on the middle of it. I go to Kacchan and I's bedroom to get dressed. It's a slow and painful process to take off my shirt then pull another one on. After that I go into the bathroom to put makeup over last night's cuts. It only hurts a little because the blood has already started to dry and scab a bit. It's probably not smart to stuff fresh wounds full of makeup but what's the worst that can happen? I die?

Before I leave I walk over to our bed to get one last look at Kacchan before I go. Sometimes he works for really long and stays in hotels because he's too tired to come home. His dream is being a hero so if he has to work long hours as a sidekick to get there I won't stop him. He looks so peaceful like this, so sweet and calm. But then I notice something. The blankets are down around his waist and he's not wearing a shirt. It exposes a big bruise on his collarbone. He must have really gotten into it on the job, people usually never get close enough to leave bruises like that. He doesn't even let me give him hick- oh.

I try to ignore the sinking feeling I have in my gut and leave our bedroom and head to work.

"What happened?"

Ochaco asks as soon as I walk in the store.

"Oh, kitchen accident," I shrug.

I drop my bag in the staff lounge then start setting up tables and brewing the first batches of coffee. I can still feel her eyes on me though.

"What?" I sigh turning around to face her.

"Did he do it?" she asks seriously.

"No! I just fell back," I defend him, slightly raising my voice.

"I'm sorry. He just- he can't hurt you."

"Can you just drop it!" I yell.

Ochaco looks down offended.

"I'm sorry, it's just I'm going through a lot. Can we just finish setting up? We can talk after work."

Her concerned look still doesn't falter but she accepts the offer and gets back to setting up everything.

-

I've been getting weird looks all morning. Probably from my elbow, but nobody's said anything which I'm more than thankful for. It's about the same time as it was yesterday, an hour after lunch, when the same guy with the two toned hair comes in. I make eye contact with him while I'm handing off the drink I just made to the last customer.

"That was impressive," he laughs then pauses reading my name tag, "Midoriya."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," I say, apologizing for dropping his coffee yesterday.

I reach up and scratch my head and his eyes go big.

"Woah, what happened there," he asks gesturing towards my elbow.

"Turns out stoves are hot," I chuckle

"How did your elbow get on the stove," he asks, his face slowly looking like Ochaco's and I get just a hint annoyed.

"What can I get you? Same as yesterday?"

"You remember my order?"

"I'll take that as a yes," I say turning around and filling up his cup.