3rd person POV

The boy's ruby eyes began to open slowly. It was 11:30 am. A nice Saturday morning with clear blue skies. He sat up, scratching his fluffy ash blonde hair. He took in the surrounding. The dark gray walls he knew had now turned into a pale beige. The usual dark sheets had turned into a kind of cream color. The black furniture had now been a combination of light colored wood and white. It was painfully obvious this wasn't his room, and he knew it. He shifted his gaze back to the bed again, staring at the (h/c) girl. Surprise could be seen on his face for merely a second before it turned into its usual calm and collected expression.

He stood up from the bed and shot her one last glance, threw the blanket over her, and walked out of the room. As he made his way down the short hallway, a cold chill ran up his spine.

"Shit." He mumbled, now realizing he didn't have a shirt on. He groaned, grabbing his temple in annoyance.

He walked around the small home, looking for ways to leave. The boy's pride was much too important to wake up the girl and ask her how to get out. He found himself at the back door, wondering if the girl had closed it or not. To his surprise, it was unlocked. The cold was unbearable, but he still slipped on his shoes and walked out, climbing the fence and making his way home. Once he had made it, he took a warm shower and changed.

He laid on his bed, arms folded behind his head. Water droplets from his hair dripped down onto his forehead, running down his neck and collarbone, wetting and darkening his already dark shirt. He thought all about the events that had unfolded the day before. From the fight between Deku and (y/n), up to laying in her bed, asleep. He asked himself over and over, wanting an answer. Why would he help her? He gained no benefit. He wasn't stupid, he was aware of his temper issues, so why did he react te way he did? He had only known her for a few days, yet he was being nicer than usual to the (e/c) girl. He respected her. She seemed strong enough and a worthy opponent. But a few others in the class were too. So why be nice to her? In fact, she should have been a rival to him. He growled. A loud pound could be heard as his fist made contact with the nightstand.

"The fuck do I care?" He grimaced. The guy was an asshole but as an aspiring pro hero, he would not break the commitment he had made to (y/n). He had told her they would go to the police station the following day. He felt his body tense, enraged at what she had told him. Fucking creep. So with that, he shot her a quick text and headed to the kitchen, hearing the cries for food his stomach made.

(Y/n) POV

Hot. So goddamn hot!

I sat up in bed quickly, feeling my body warm up at an uncomfortable rate. In desperation for the cold, I threw the blankets on the floor. I sighed in relief as the cold air coated each and every hair in my body.

"Fuck, it's cold here."

I said, immediately regretting my decision to throw my blankets. I swiped them of the ground and put them over me. I sighed, feeling comfortable again. I tried closing my eyes, hoping I could catch some more sleep. To my dismay, thoughts kept pestering me.

"Ughhhh!" I grunted as I hopped off of the comfortable mattress.

I stumbled into the bathroom, feeling the need to pee.

Once done, I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Shit, I look like fucking trash."

I made an attempt to fix my tangled hair, but I was too lazy to actually put any effort into it.

I began brushing my teeth, being able to smell my morning breath and gagging at it.

As I did, a little bit dripped onto the shirt I was wearing.

"Damn it, this shirt was really comf-"

Wait... what???

"Who's shirt is...this......" my words slowed down. My eyes widened. I knew exactly who's shirt I was wearing.

"B-but how???"

I looked down again.

"Wait! WHERE THE HELL ARE MY PANTS????"

I blushed furiously at the thought of him changing me. He wasn't here tho.

At least not that I knew of.

I searched around the house, looking for a familiar set of crimson daggers in the form of eyes. But to no avail, he wasn't anywhere in sight.

I went back into my room, following my usual morning routine, eating, and changing into some warm clothes.

It was pretty chilly outside. I looked at my phone for the temperature.

"Damn. 64 degrees (Fahrenheit)?"

I put on an oversized (f/c) turtleneck sweater with some denim ripped jeans. Finally, after putting on some fuzzy socks, I slipped on some warm boots. I gave myself one last glance before grabbing all my things and heading out to the ash blonde's house.

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