Shoes - Part 7
Toshinori wasn’t sure how he had gotten himself into this situation. He sat cross-legged on the ground, slouched forward as Inko Midoriya wiped blood from his face with a stubborn frown. He blamed his inability to argue against the motherly instincts of particularly strong women.
The moment he and Inko separated, she had spotted the growing red stain marring the back left of his torn shirt in addition to the scrape at his temple. In seconds, she had ordered him to sit down so she could examine him and sent Izuku off to get the first aid kit she had seen hanging by the door.
“H-here,” Izuku said as he jogged up to her and handed her the large box.
“Thank you, Izuku,” she replied, quickly opening the first aid kit and rummaging through it with a keen eye. Tears shined in her eyes but her brows were drawn in concentration. “Doesn’t have gauze,” she muttered with a frown. Without a thought, she took off her white cardigan leaving her with her floral, sleeveless blouse. She handed it to Izuku and ordered, “Tear this into strips.”
“That’s really not necessary,” Toshinori said with a tired sigh. He knew full well he was fighting a losing battle. “The target only just grazed me.”
Inko ignored him, “You need to remove your shirt.”