He stood up. Unaware that you were already asleep and walked up to you. As he arrived, he noticed your passed-out figure. He groaned and wandered over to the door. Planning to bid his farewell to the family before he left.
But, somehow, he couldn't leave you like that. Your head was angled in a remarkably uncomfortable position. You'll likely get a sore neck if you slept like that. Something made him go back to you.
That something also. Made him fix up your position. Laying you on the couch, adjusting your neck, and lastly, putting a pillow under your head for support. He even decided to use his coat to cover you up. Since he couldn't find a blanket lying around.
When he was finally going to leave, he took one last look at you. He was confused but in complete awe, as you continued sleeping. He came to the conclusion that he was kinda creepy staring at you like that. As he was about to head out, he mumbled something under his breath. Something along the line of...
"Shouldn't pass out on a couch during a cold day. She'll catch a cold. Tch, what an idiot."
And with that, he exited the room to say goodbye to your family. He walked down the Japanese-styled house, trying to navigate his way to the kitchen. It seemed like he was lost during his quest because he ended up in a bedroom.
It was still recognizable. The posters that were on the walls, some were hanging on to their lives with a piece of tape. The bed was nicely made. The same black bedspread was still in use. Everything was rather neat and clean, with just a sheet of dust over it. Aizawa grabbed the doorknob, closing the door. He was surprised when the door didn't creak. Turning around, he was about to continue on his adventure. When a purple mob of unruly hair came into view.
"Were you trying to find the kitchen, Mr. Aizawa?" Shinsou looked at him and the door behind him in suspension, "If that is the case, it's back there. Down the hair, turn to the right. It's the first door to your left."
"Thanks, Shinsou."
The black-haired male nodded and followed the directions he was given. Making his way down the hall, he heard Shinsou say something. Making a mental reminder to deliver him a piece of his mind at school tomorrow. He didn't need to know that he wasn't snooping around. He just conveniently found [Y/N]'s room during his hunt for the kitchen.
He shook his head, shaking away his thoughts with him as he finally arrived at his designated location. He slid open the door. To find three drunk men and a woman trying to get the men to stop drinking. He grunted in annoyance as Hawks pressed an empty bottle of wine onto his lips.
"I love you too, Aizawa-here have some wine. It's good water, way better than soup. It tastes better than Asher. He tasted good... what a lovely day it was."
Aizawa raised one his brow, glancing between the two boys. He was dumbfounded and confused. He didn't know if Hawks was lying or not. Asher buying into correct Hawks even got him extra disconcerted. He shrugged and pushed the thoughts to the back of his head. This wasn't his business after all, so why did he have to understand it.
The glass bottle was placed on his lips again. Asher swayed side to side, trying to stay on his feet and gain some balance. It was impossible. Due to the massive amount of alcohol he had drunk a few moments prior. The tip of the glass bottle was soon replaced with the shorter man's finger. Aizawa looked down at him in confusion as Asher took another sip of the beer.
"I did not. I am absolutely not drunk, believe me. I just like to dance around and sing like a dinosaur. Yeah, I like dinosaurs- the wait. Is that a monkey?! It's so cute."
He pointed at the calendar decorated with small decals of the animal with a bunch of bananas. Then Asher finally passed out, falling straight onto Aizawa's chest. Aizawa groaned as he felt the gooey substance sink into his shirt, which was also known as saliva.
"I don't have any interest in men."
He stuffed his hands into the warmth of his pockets. He took a step back, letting the shorter male fall on the floor without a care in the world. A thump was produced, attracting the attention of a particular bird. Who came toward the two males to check things out. But was suddenly distracted by a plant at the window.
Aizawa shook his head in disbelief. Hearing Hawks talk about how 'cute' the plant was, then how 'stupid' it was. This was not his cup of tea. He ignored the commotion in the dining room and navigated to the couples. Who sat on the opposite end of the room.
One of them was almost out like a light.
While the other was trying very hard to stop him from drinking any more alcoholic beverages. Aizawa snatched the cup out of the male's hand when the wife's attempt didn't work. The husband passed out a moment after. Placing the cup down, he turned towards the women. Feeling moderately irritated, but when he was the pleading look on the woman's face. He sighed, giving in.
"Do you need some help, ma'am?"
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I fell into a void of darkness, diving in deeper and deeper. It felt endless, like a bottomless pit. Just like a black hole without meaning, the speed of my fall eased down. Now I was floating around. It felt strange. Sure, I was in a pit of despair. But something felt off, wrong for even.
My hunch was correct, or I think it was. Because when I suddenly came up with the idea, I start falling again. There was no light. I didn't want to fight, feeling tired... Closing my eyes, I continued to fall down the rabbit hole.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The beeping was the only thing I heard when I recovered from the darkness. My eyes felt like they were glued shut with super glue. They were extremely heavy, which limits the ability to know what's going on right now. The mumbling was getting clearer than before. When there were only brief sentences.
The sound was getting annoying, but I couldn't figure out what was causing it. I frowned when I found out that it was me. I was breathing, a pain shoots through my stomach. It was only getting more painful as I tried to open my eyes. I felt stiff. The bed was really uncomfortable, not suited for my taste.
When I finally opened my eyes, I was blinded by the sunlight. Everything was still blurry. At least I could still see something. It looked like I was on a ventilator. A heart rate monitor was also in the room.
Was this a dream? No-it can't be. It feels too surreal...is this a flashback?
The thoughts disappeared, making room for more questions as sniffles echoed throughout the room. It was questionable. Who would cry? Was I in a hospital? What happened to me? I ultimately made up my mind and guessed that this was a flashback. Even if it's not recognizable. Maybe you had just forgotten about it and now decide to appear to remind you.
"What will happen to her doctor? Will she survive? She will survive right-I'm sure she will. She's a strong girl." She declared, repeatedly, "She's a tough woman. She'll fight through this. She'll live. Please tell me she'll live..."
The voice belongs to my mother. She was crying hysterically. Like I was about to pass away, it made my heart shatter into a million pieces. I just wanted to give her a hug, but it was impossible to do so in my position.
"Ma'am, I can assure you that your daughter will live to see another day. She has been showing signs of healing. It seems like she'll have a higher survival rate than an average person. So don't you fear, she'll live through this."
I heard a sigh of relief, followed by more crying. I listened closely as the doctor continued on. To me, everything felt fine and dandy until he touched upon a subject.
"The thing is. After your daughter got into the car..."
Sirens went off in your head. Pain shot through me like a bullet, making me feel weak and small. As I listen to the screaming that surrounded me. Everything felt sore. Eventually, I became numb to the pain. Shutting my eyes, I fell back into the void of darkness. Hoping that could tune out my mother's screaming.
I jolted up. Sweat trickled down my cheeks, falling onto my hand. Wiping it away, I stood up. With the help of my couch, I could still remember my dream. No. Flashback, it was painful to watch. I shuddered just at the thought of my mother's screams.
Which caused me to lose my footing, making me stumble around for a bit. I sighed, pushing open the door, and stepped into the hallway. Closing the door behind me, I walked toward the dining room. I felt pretty hungry now since I regained my energy.
But I immediately lost my appetite. When I opened the door. Hawks was crawling around the flooring. He was green like he had just puked. I looked at the other side of the floor. There it was. A big pile of barf, I pinched my nose and gagged at the smell that was stinking up the room.
I looked around. No one was there. The only thing that accompanied the brief brain was a table filled with dirty plates and cups. Footsteps were heard behind me. I snapped my head toward the end of the hallway. To only find the homeless-looking hobo, I waved at him. He just shot me an annoyed glare and joined me at the doorway.
"May you tell me why you invited these to crack heads to a family dinner? It seems to me that they only caused trouble."
He walked up to Hawks, who was still absolutely drunk, and halted him up with one of Hawks' arms around his shoulder. I delightfully joined him and warped Hawks' other hand around my shoulder.
"They're my only source of entertainment. Without these two, I'll be bored out of my mind. I probably wouldn't survive a day. These two crackheads share a brain cell together. The real reason why I stick with them. Probably they stocked with me during my hardest times. I just wanted to repay them back." I turned to Aizawa. It looked like he was lost in his thoughts. "Anyways. It's only been a few days since I met you. But it looks like we'll bump into each other more often. I guess I should thank you too."
In my peripheral vision, I could see his ears perk up in excitement, even if he doesn't show it. It was rather cute to see him so excited for a small 'thank you.'
"Especially for those cookies you sent me. They were good, even if I didn't get to eat more than one."
"That's appreciated. Better tell the one I borrowed the idea from."