? Unforgettable- Aizawa x Reader

Mister Number Two

Hawks excused himself and scooted away from my tempestuous figure with caution, not wanting to anger me further. My tensed body relaxed as the feathered man exited the cafe, entering the crowds of fangirls to wait for me. Turning my head, I walked back up to Aizawa.

"Well, this ended in the worst way possible." I scratched the back of my neck, "What a tiring day-"

"Says the one who was busy stuffing cookies in their face."

"Hey! I was hungry, you know what hunger does to women!" I defend myself.

He shrugged and continued to wipe the beads of sweat, that were dripping down his cheeks with the sleeves of his shirt. The tired man had cuts and bruises scattered down his arm, and even one of his sleeves was cut open.

In the corner of my eyes, I spotted something shiny. The crackling sounds from my boots followed me as I walked towards it. Picking up the fallen chair, I bent down to find a small knife. It was sharp but rusty, and it felt abnormally warm almost as if it had been used recently. Slowly pieced things together, starting from the cuts on Aizawa to the knife I was now holding.

Then it hit me. Dropping the knife back onto the tiled floor, and ran over to Aizawa. He observed me in disarray as I pulled up his stained, bloody sleeves to reveal a deep gash. It was a decent size. I couldn't exactly pinpoint the size of the thing with a layer of blood over it.

I had to clean and patch up the wound if he didn't want an infection. Holding his uninjured arm. I dragged him across the store, back to the counter.

"Do you guys have a first aid kit by any chance?"

I wasn't surprised when I watched them look at me in awe. That's what I get for being popular. But the autographs have to wait until I finish patching the tired man's wounds. I pinched the bridge of my nose and forced out a smile.

"That would help my friend over here. He's pretty dramatic, so you better give it to me as fast as possible. Or he'll think he'll die from blood loss."

They glance between me and Aizawa, giving Aizawa a weird look. I heard a groan from the man, which prompted a smile from me as I whistled a happy tune and avoided the glare Aizawa shot me.

The sound of the plastic being placed onto the counter snapped me back to reality. I picked up the red-colored box by its black handle and led Aizawa down the hall. Toward the bathroom. Once I arrived, I unlatched the hinges that confine the sanitary supplies, taking out some cotton swabs, bandages, and some more things.

Carefully wrapping the last bandage around his arm, securing it in place. I closed the medical box, popped on the hinges, and confined the supplies once more. Picking it up, I walked out of the bathroom with Aizawa following right behind me.

"Thanks. You didn't have to patch me up. I could've done it myself." He mumbled.

"Doubt it. The knife went pretty deep and that wince did prove it hurt pretty badly." I handed the first-aid kit back to the ladies with a bow.

"By the way, you should check and rewrap your bandages once in a while if you don't want an infection, of course."

I waved goodbye to the man.

Aizawa watched as I walked out of the cafe into the busy streets of the city. He turned back towards the cashier, pointing directly at the drinks section.

"Can I get a large, dark coffee and a dozen chocolate chip cookies?"

The cashier nodded and typed in the order right away. A few minutes later, Aizawa was handed a receipt, a large cup of coffee, and a box of chocolate chip cookies. Opening up the box, he popped the freshly made cookies in his mouth.