You had found a certain silver haired young man unconcious and all beaten up on a dark alleyway when you were coming back from a regular day at work.

When You approached the unconcious man in the alleyway, You were about to straight up pretend You never saw him when You noticed who he was: Garou, the self-proclaimed Hero Hunter. But, something told you that it wasn't exactly the best choice to do so...

That boy was a monster— he had left many heroes seriously hurt, and was considered a dragon-level treath by the Hero Association— and yet, your dumbass ended up taking the monster- er, man, to your appartment.

Was that a good idea? Probably not, but, he was seriously hurt, and, damn it, he even had a fever that wasn't going down from how bad of an ass kicking he had gotten. His entire body was covered in bruises and cuts.

He had been unconscious for about two whole days as of today since You found him, but, today, as You came out of the shower and were getting ready to go out for your night turn at the café You worked at, You were met with a pair of wide, bright amber eyes looking your way from the couch.

"Where the hell am i—!?"

The young man growled, trying to get up from the couch quickly and gain a defensive position, but, his quick movements with his obviously still very injured body, only caused him to fall off the couch and onto your carpet, hissing from pain.

"S-Shit—!"