"Oi, get up."

Everything hurt. That voice, it was so so familiar. So welcome, yet also filled you with fear. It was monotone and cold.

"ugh, can't believe I'm doing this."

You felt yourself being picked up, you didn't even have the strength to open you eyes. Next thing you knew, you regained consciousness and blinked your eyes open to see Ex-Pro Eraserhead, Shota Aizawa, unlocking his front door, still carrying you and taking you inside. He put you on the couch, not caring you were awake.