9. Crutches

A routine began with Izuku and Himiko over the next week in which they would both wake up and Izuku would bring her breakfast then go to school. Himiko would then sleep most of the day due to the effect of the pills she would take and then wait for Izuku to come home from school. When he came back they would do a little homemade physical therapy that consisted of Izuku helping Himiko walk in crutches. They made a lot of noise but Izuku's mother began taking a later shift so they had the apartment to themselves for the most part (excluding their orange feline friend of course). Afterward, Izuku would grind on studying for the rest of the night and then eat dinner and go to bed. Well Izuku TRIED to study that is.

"Izu-kuuuuuuuuuun can you grab me an extra blanket? Please??? Pretty please?? With a cherry on top? I'm getting cold!"

"Oh uh yeah sorry," he said looking up from his textbook. "I will in a sec—," he murmured as he went back to studying.

"Ughhh," she groaned as she turned away from the boy and rolled her eyes. "I'm so bored," she attempted to stretch. 'Why can't I just get a little attention?!'

"So what are you studying?" she said lying sideways on the bed to look fully at Izuku. She tried to sound as cute as possible and spread out her body to reveal her best assets.

"Oh just history," he didn't even look up at her. She frowned, 'What is this guy's problem, can't he tell I'm bored out of my mind! I've read every one of the magazines and books he gave me, including the stupid pro-hero ones! Guess this means I got to try a different tactic.' Reaching out with her good arm she lightly smacked Izuku's book away from his face.

"Hmph," he let out quietly, hardly noticing the tap as he went back to studying.

"WHAT THE HELL!" she began to scream internally. This time she smacked it away harder and then followed with grabbing the top of the book and shoving it down so he would look into her eyes.

"Stop… you… GAH!" he jumped back in his chair as he looked up into her sadistic eyes that were mere inches away from his face.

"Hello, Izuku," she said softly with a stern undertone.

"Uh umm, h-hey Himiko, did you say something?" He let out an uneasy smile, realizing he did not listen to a single thing she had said.

"Wait so are telling me," she hopped into a sitting position on the bed, "that you didn't notice me at all trying to talk to you earlier?" Izuku's face drained and became pale under the killer stare of the blonde.

"Um, no?" he replied honestly, feeling like he was guilty of some crime.

Himiko threw her head back onto the pillow, "Men are helpless!"

"Well do you want to talk or something?" he asked apologetically.

"Just get me that blanket!"

Encounters like this occurred through the next week until Himiko finally got enough strength to master movement with her crutches.

"I did it Izuku!" she squealed on Friday after he had come home from school.

"Um that's great, but you did what exactly?" he asked confused as he placed his backpack on the bedroom floor.

"I was able to take a shower without any help!" she exclaimed.

"Wait, what?" he asked, caught off guard. She took a shower last week and it was a very awkward experience for them, as Izuku had to stand near the door the entire time to make sure she didn't fall.

"I can use the crutches on my own now!" she said carefully getting off of the bed and onto them.

"Wow Himiko nice job!" She walked towards him and did a 360 to show off her skills. "That is pretty impressive–," he began just as she smacked the crutch on the desk and began to fall forward. She tensed her face up, prepared to get up close and personal with Izuku's bedroom floor.

"Uhmph!" However, before hitting the ground she landed into Izuku's chest who gently set her back upright on her crutches.

"Well you may have mastered walking to the bathroom, but you have to be more careful in your crutches especially with my messy room!" he laughed.

"Yeah, um sorry," she laughed nervously, her face turning very red as she looked up at Izuku. He looked back at her with the gentlest expression.

"This guy really is–,"

"This girl is definitely–,"

"–something special," they thought simultaneously.