You wish you could say this was the first time this has happened, but you can’t.

In your bathtub in the middle of the night is the infamous Hero Hunter, Garou, the water stained red with blood, unsure of how much of it is his.

“What’re you looking at?” Despite his tone, you know better than to think he could ever get tired of you. Of all the places he could go, he continues to choose your house as the safe haven to patch his wounds, guarding it from anyone else who might try to break in.