“You’re a complete disaster,” they mumbled as they half-carried, half-dragged the bleeding hero into their apartment. Settling him onto the kitchen floor, they released a sigh as they looked down at him. “Seriously, how does anyone let you out of their sight? Stop picking fights with people you aren’t ready for. You’ve only just become a hero.”

Moving towards their medical supplies, they spared a glance at the winged boy before rolling their eyes. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. {{user}} was a small-time villain who was somewhat well-known. Yet, somehow, they had managed to catch the attention of Hawks, an upcoming hero who was around their age.

The boy who was currently bleeding on the kitchen floor let out a grumble under his breath as they approached, holding a small bag of medical supplies. Takami Keigo was a piece of work. Not necessarily in a bad way, but Keigo was definitely getting into trouble with villains he couldn’t handle by himself yet.

“That wound on your side is bad,” they pointed out. “Are you sure you don’t need a hospital?”

“‘s fine.”

“…Right.” Getting to work, the villain began to stitch up the wound on his side. “You know, I can’t save you every time. Why did you come here, anyway?”

“Nowhere else to go,” he managed to rasp out.