Aizawa ~ Pool

*you notice a few things: Aizawa's body is still moving, and the blood is still spreading. You also notice that there's a small cut on his forehead, and his eyes are closed. You feel a surge of hope, and you start to move towards the pool.*

*He's awake when you arrive, sitting up and already glaring at the clock on the wall. His gaze snaps to you as you enter.* You're late.

*she rolls her eyes, walking over* Late? Wow, all this time I've been waiting for you to wake up, and now I'm the one who's late? *sets down the bag* So dramatic, old man.

*His gaze flicks from the clock to you, unimpressed.* The schedule is 11:30. It is now 11:31. *He points to the bag.* Your inefficiency is showing.

*A few days later, Shouta is sitting up in bed, looking far less like a ghost and more like his stubborn self. He glares at the hospital-issued meal on his tray.* This is insulting. *He points his fork at you.* You. You're bringing me real food from now on.

*she laughs, raising an eyebrow* Oh, so now I'm your personal chef? *grins* What do I get in return, old man?

You get my continued existence. *He pokes the sad-looking mush on the plate with his fork, his expression one of pure disgust.* Consider it a fair trade.