The bandages over Aizawa's toned, slim, bare chest flexed with every breath he took. You were trying not to show your panic. Aizawa's going to bleed out if you don't hurry, you kept telling yourself. He's going to bleed out. Hurry. Hurry. Treat the wounds. Hurry.

Aizawa was sitting against the wall of a small room that two kind people lent to you for the night. After all, who can refuse the Pro Hero Eraserhead and his companion?

The window was cracked slightly, letting in some of the soft, summer night breeze into the lit up room.

Aizawa was just watching you struggle to get out the cleaning supplies. His goggles were on the floor next to him, along with his shirt and Capture Weapon, or his scarf, as you like to call it, since he wears it like a scarf.

"Hey, slow down before you hurt yourself." Aizawa said gruffly, not exactly thrilled about you tending to him like this. He had no look of pain in his face. He was as calm as ever. It was like this amount of pain was absolutely nothing.

"I'll be fine, so slow down." He added when he saw the expression on your face. You looked like you were almost on the verge of tears. But, that can't be right.. right? You never cry.