A Life Worth Living (Aizawa x OC)

49 - Decision

When Himari's eyes fluttered open, she found herself staring at a familiar ceiling of what seemed to be a hospital room – again. Letting out a long-drawn yawn that was immediately followed by a sigh of annoyance to express her displeasure with her current whereabouts, she furrowed her brows as she tried to work through that foggy feeling inside her head in an attempt to recall how she'd ended up here.

Closing her eyes again to fade out any unnecessary distractions, she replayed everything that had happened in the USJ in her head. She'd left Thirteen alone. She'd gone down to the plaza to support Aizawa in his fight against the villain scum. She'd tried to distract this atrocity of a monster. She'd failed. That monster had returned his attention to Aizawa, and then...and then everything went black.

Before Himari had the chance to start panicking about her unsettling lack of memories, a soft snoring caused her eyes to open again, immediately darting in the direction of the snoring to identify its source.

Aizawa was sitting on a chair on her left, his folded arms placed on her bed and his head resting on them while he was peacefully sleeping.

The first thing that drew Himari's attention was not the fact that the man she'd tried to protect at all costs was alive and dead asleep on her bed. Instead of acknowledging this important circumstance, her moss-green eyes instantly fell on the white bandage around his forehead that stood out under his pitch-black tresses, which was enough to cause her anxiety to shoot through the roof.

Without further hesitation, she sat up in her bed, hissing as the sudden galvanic motion caused a sharp pain in her left side. Gritting her teeth and grabbing her side with her right, she applied pressure to the spot, hoping that it would ease the throbbing. At the moment, there were more important things she had to worry about.

Reaching out the other hand, she forcefully latched on to Aizawa's shoulder, starting to shake him, before she basically started to yell at his face as she began to express her worries, "Fuck! Aizawa!? Are you alive!? Are you fine!? Are you alright!? What about your arm!? Oh fuck. Is your head fine!? Is it a concussion? How serious is it? Why are you not in bed?! What are you doing here!?"

The man in question nearly jumped out of his skin as he was torn from his deep slumber by the hysterical screeching of the woman on the bed he was leaning on, almost suffering a whiplash due to the frantic and rigid shaking of his shoulder.

As he shook off his drowsiness – or rather, as Himari helped him to shake it off, his dark orbs darted to the brunette he'd been worrying about, who was still yelling at his face non-stop.

But he didn't process a single word that left her mouth because his attention was immediately drawn to her hand that was tightly clutching her side. The brunette's skin was as pale as clay, causing the dark bags sitting under her eyes to stand out. Her left forearm was completely wrapped in gauze, same as her right wrist and hand. On top of that, a bandage, resembling the one he was wearing, was decorating her forehead.

Sitting up in his seat and straightening his back, he carefully snatched the bandaged hand, whose fingers were almost drilling holes into his shoulder, and removed it from there before he shut her down by mirroring her yelling, "What on earth do you think you're doing?! Lie back down. Are you stupid? No. Don't answer that. We both know you are. You should worry about yourself!"

Startled by his sudden counter-yelling and the fact that Aizawa had just silenced her like this, Himari opened her mouth once again when he was done, "Bu-"

"But me no buts. Lie back down. Then you can talk", he interrupted her sharply, accentuating this harsh response with an angry glare.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Himari put on a sulky pout and reluctantly sank back down on her pillow, her hand still desperately clinging on to her side. But instead of starting to talk to him, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling while she continued to sulk in absolute silence.