In the hospital room, a woman's face was anxious. She kept staring at my left leg, which was wrapped in a gypsum plaster cast and suspended while I lay down my back. As I watched her nervousness, our eyes met.
"Could you relax a little?"
When I said that, she became even more anxious.
"How could you say that?! I just hit a person with my bike and broke his leg. Shit. Shit. Shit. I know this is my fault, but please! Don't sue me! You can use my insurance, but I know that's not enough."
I sighed inwardly. Well, if it weren't for Regrowth healing me instantly, I should be crippled right now. Fortunately, Sensei hadn't gone back to Musufatu just yet, so she could heal my broken leg. Also, according to public data, I am a quirkless nobody. Therefore, this is just an act to make me appear like a normal citizen with no quirk.
"It's fine, and I won't take this matter to court, so relax. Shit happens all the time. Besides, my injury can be healed."
"How could you say that, huh?! I just broke your leg! I can't just run away without taking responsibility! Shit—housing fees, meals, health insurance..."
I watched her as she counted the money she earned as if she'd be taking care of me for life.
"Alright, I understand."
"What? You think just because I'm a woman, I won't take care of things myself?"
"...Please relax. That's not what I meant."
Clicking her tongue, she went back to the sofa next to mine, crossing her arms and acting cocky. She's got attitude. What the hell is with this woman's temper? She gives off major tomboy vibes. Furthermore, her appearance reminds me of someone. Is she an MHA character?
Right now, she was wearing a tight leather biker jacket and dark blue jeans. Her short blonde hair revealed her slender neck. Sharp red eyes stared at me cockily. She's a tomboy, but her figure was the opposite, and her skin looked flawlessly maintained too. Does she come from a rich family?
"Putting that aside, may I ask your name?" I asked as I took a sip of water.
The woman's face changed instantly as if she realized something important. "Oh! Right. Ahem! My name is Bakugo Mitsuki."
"Pardon?"
"It's Bakugo Mitsuki."
Holy— I knew I had seen her somewhere before. So she's that protagonist's mother! It's been 35 years, and I get the opportunity to see her now? If she's a Bakugo, then...
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you married yet?"
She was stunned for a moment before a vein popped on her forehead.
"The fuck did you just say?! You messing with me, huh?!" She jumped from the sofa and grabbed my collar.
"No, I wasn't," I said, unamused.
"What the—It's common sense not to ask a woman her age or about marriage, you shithead!" She released my collar with a little push.
If I weren't acting, I would probably jump from this bed and slap this woman into the heavens. But I'm not that petty, and I find her amusing.
"So? You aren't?"
Her eyes widened before she sighed. "Son of a bitch. I'm single. Happy now, huh?!"
"Hm, I see..."
So it was the husband who took his wife's last name. That's a detail I didn't know—well, it's useless information. But since she's the protagonist's mom—I mean, a side character's mom—it's somewhat important.
"Bitch. What if I am single?!"
"Nothing. Tone it down a little, this is a hospital."
Grab! She took my collar again, her eyes bloodshot.
"Hey, I'm asking you a question. Is there a problem with me being single?"
I took her wrist. It was soft and tender—I almost forgot she was a woman.
"No, I don't have a problem. I just found it awkward to stay alone with a beautiful woman in a relationship, so I thought about calling someone you know here."
"Tch, don't jinx it."
She released me again, but this time, I noticed her ears turning red. Keke, she's fun.
"Oi." Calling me out, she looked at me sternly. "You asked my name, but you didn't tell me shit. Got a name?"
I smirked before saying, "It's Yuji. Yamano Yuji. But why were you driving like a maniac?"
"U-uh..." She faltered. "I had... brake failure. That's it."
I've met a lot of people, so I could tell by her face that she was lying. Well, the sweat all over her face was obvious.
"Alright."
"I mean it! Truly! So please don't call the cops!"
"I won't call them if you tell me the truth."
"Eh?! For real?" She asked, putting her hands on her waist, her brows furrowed as if she was thinking really hard. "P-Promise, okay?"
I simply nodded. She took a deep breath and said, "Nah, it's just a trivial matter. I ran away from home because my parents set me up on a blind date! And the worst part? They paid off my 5 million yen debt when I told them not to! Fuck, the dude I met looked like a pushover too."
"..."
This woman—seriously? She put me and that kid in danger for this?
"I told you, so you have to keep your promise, or I'll beat you up. Got it?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"I'm serious!"
Rattle.
"Oh my, did I come in at the wrong time?"
The door slide open. Looking at Mitsuki, who was just a centimeter from my face, Sensei giggled while Mitsuki pushed against my chest and backed away.
"Sensei, you're still here?"
The lady turned to me. "My student was injured, so I couldn't help it. How's your leg, boy?"
"It hurts. Thanks for asking."
"It was a rhetorical question, though, because I'm going to check it myself."
She liked to tease, but Sensei knew the drill. As she examined my leg, Mitsuki suddenly spoke.
"I'm sorry, doctor? Are you perhaps that famous Recovery Girl?"
Sensei smiled. "Yes, I am, hohoho~"
I expected Mitsuki to get hyped over seeing the famous doctor and hero, but instead, she paled.
"Are you okay, Miss?"
Mitsuki forced a smile. "O-Of course! I'm just surprised to see you here checking him personally, haha!"
After a while, Sensei finished examining my leg. Actually, she could fully use her quirk to boost my body's energy, but for some reason, she didn't. Why?
"S-Sensei, can I ask you something?" Mitsuki asked, looking down a little.
"Oh? Sure, sure."
"Uh... this might sound really offensive, but h-how much does your health service cost? A-Actually, I don't have a problem with it because it's my fault, but right now, I don't have the money to pay you."
Sensei laughed at Mitsuki. I told her it was alright, but her pride wouldn't let her walk away without doing something.
"Don't worry about it! Yuji already paid me in advance for situations like this. Besides! He's my beloved student."
"I see... But at least let me do something for him! I'll do anything."
"Hm..."
Sensei glanced at me. I shook my head slightly.
"Fine then. Please become my son's girlfriend for a while."
"..."
"...I beg your pardon?"
Mitsuki and I were dumbfounded. Actually, I was more bewildered than her! What the fuck did she just say? Is this some kind of drama or something? Mitsuki would surely refuse—
"Of course!" Mitsuki said delightedly. "It's a piece of cake!"
What the—she actually accepted it?!
"Beautiful. Well, how about it, young man? Can you manage?"
I sighed. "I refuse—"
"What did you just say, h-honey?! Didn't you just ask me if I was single or not?"
"It wasn't my intention. Get off my neck, woman!"
"Hahaha! Okay then, mother, leave your son to me. I'll make sure to feed him well!"
"Oh, great!"
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12 hours later since the incident.
[ Recovery Girl (Chiyo445@mail.com)
Eye for an eye, boy.
I'll protect Rumi-chan for you as long as you keep Miss Mitsuki well.
Got it? ^_^]
Damn you old hag! She really use Rumi as her shield!
I knew that I owed her a lot by sending that bunny to her. But this is insane! She made the woman who hit me her boyfriend. Worse, the old hag told her to start sleeping at my house when I came back.
"I don't really need a girlfriend."
"Why not?"
"It doesn't matter. Why did you accept her request in the first place?"
"You're injured. For me, it sounds good that maybe I can take responsibility a little, like doing the chores and cooking. I could make myself useful there."
I raise my brow. "Which is?"
Mitsuki looks at me with a hum. Suddenly, "OH!" her face turns red, "You bastard! I never said anything lewd, you fuck!" She quickly covers herself as if I'll jump at her.
"I'm not a horny-ass monkey."
"Hm?" She raises her brow at my comment and smirks. "Why not? I mean, a girlfriend with this banging body—do you know how many guys asked me out before I jabbed the shit out of them?!"
"Don't care. Didn't ask."
"You fucker!"
I was discharged from the hospital with a wheelchair. It had a motor, so I could move around like Professor X. I was wondering where that woman had gone. But then, she appeared again with a white Kei truck.
"Uh, I borrowed this from a friend."
"I thought your license got revoked?"
"That's my motorcycle license. I still have the other one, haha!"
What a free-spirited person. So, Mitsuki drove the Kei truck to my apartment. Upon arriving, her mouth was wide open.
"Buddy, you live here?"
"Yeah..."
Turning her head, she looked at me in disbelief. "Are you a pro hero? Like, the kind that hides his identity or something?"
"Not really. I just make costumes."
"What costumes? Wait—uh..."
I stopped the wheelchair and turned around. She looked nervous, maybe because she realized I was actually quite wealthy.
"Yes?"
"About the thing at the hospital. Actually, living with a guy I just met sounds crazy, though. I actually just rented an apartment around here. But I'll come to help clean up when I'm done with work. Haha! Well, since you have my number, call me if you need something."
After knowing her a little, I realized that while she's a savage woman, she's actually a good person. But I was wondering if this was a good idea—I mean, she's the mother of the main character. You know what? Fuck that.
"How about dinner? Are you free now?"
"Dinner? Oh, sure?" Hearing this, she smiled and pretended she just so happened to be free today. I never really brought someone home. Surely, I invited her so I could do something to her.
"Damn. You have a sleek place like this."
Mitsuki said as she stepped out of the elevator. I wasn't far behind her, just watching as she scanned my apartment.
"This way. I'll cook something for you."
"Wait, I think you can leave that part to me."
Mitsuki looked proud of herself. I chuckled and led the way to the kitchen.
"Hey, uh... I'll go to the bathroom for a while."
Mitsuki, already wearing an apron, nodded. "You need my help?"
"No, I'm fine," I said as I remotely moved the wheelchair toward the bathroom. When I arrived, I looked at my left leg. Sensei had already healed the bone, but it was incomplete. Being able to heal broken bones without surgery was amazing. But with this kind of injury, I could manage.
I got up from the wheelchair and searched through the meds I hid behind the mirror.
That's right. I'm going to make Mitsuki lose consciousness, and then I'll use Regrowth to restart her memories before we met. I'd already been told that the incident had been covered by my team.
Right now, I had to make sure that I had no connection with Bakugo Mitsuki. I already knew what kind of future she would have. Therefore, when it comes to an important character like her, I have to make sure I don't interfere with the sacred timeline.
I sat back in my wheelchair and went back to the kitchen. On my way, I could smell something good.
"Ah, I just finished some dishes. Are you fine with karaage?" Mitsuki said while her face was slightly red. Probably from cooking.
"I'm fine with anything."
"Then, I still have to finish the miso soup first. Please wait a minute."
"...Okay?"
Since I was in a wheelchair, I was already seated. But it was interesting to watch a woman cooking for me here. It was something that had never happened in this place, so I forgot for a moment that I was actually having a real dinner with a person. Not long after, Mitsuki placed all the food she had made using the ingredients from my refrigerator.
Mitsuki rested her left cheek on her palm, smirking with pride. "I'm actually pretty good at cooking, you know."
"I see. All of this looks edible at least."
"What did you say?! How can you say that about my cooking?! Challenge accepted! 100 yen if it's good or bad. How about you test the miso first?"
I simply nodded as we both placed 100 yen on the table.
Following her suggestion, I took a small bowl on my left and brought it close to my nose. It had a good fragrance. What about the taste? I took a sip of the broth. I could hear that woman giggling and smirking the whole time as I swallowed the food she had made.
For a moment—no, I think I had already forgotten the reason I brought her here to restart her memory.
"Tell me, how is it?"
Damn, "It's perfect," and it's warm too.
Mitsuki was dumbfounded for a second before her face looked ready to explode.
"Kuhum! Thank you. I guess I'll keep the money to buy more ingredients later."
Did she just say later?