Four Times Natsuo Helped Tomura, And One Time Tomura Helped Natsuo

Part 1

Tomura's arm burns with an unholy pain. Even held straight by his side, the rough skin tugs and pulls.

Fuck, he never wanted to disintegrate Dabi so badly. But, technically it was Tomura's fault. And technically he shouldn't go around decaying his party members. It's not good for EQ points.

Still, though his arm hurts like a motherfuck. So much so that for once, he decides he maybe needs hospital attention. Obviously, since Tomura is Tomura, he can't just go wandering into a clinic and get the attention of a resident doctor.

That's why Tomura's hiding in the storage closet, peeping out and waiting for someone to go by. The long white blur of a coat passes by, and Tomura's hand snatches out (one pinky raised of course, stupid to decay the person who's gonna help him, that's just basic human decency or some shit) and pulls him into the closet.

The man startles and stares at him, blinking rapidly. It's dark in the closet, but not that dark. Tomura hopes that without the familiar hand over his face, he'll be at least somewhat unrecognisable.

Tomura shoves his arm forward, allowing the man to see his burnt skin. Immediately the man looks down, and his eyes widen.

"Fix it," Tomura hisses.

"That really looks like something you need an appointment for, I can take your name down at the desk but - "

"I can't do appointments," Tomura insists. "I need you to deal with it."

"Me? Right, okay."

To the man's credit, he doesn't insist further, instead reaching for the random crap hidden around the storage cupboard. He tugs on some gloves and pulls out some cream that looks very similar to the type Dabi wouldn't let him use, and begins to slather it onto Tomura's arm. It feels cooling, and Tomura can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Do you... uh, do you need me to call the police for you?"

Tomura stiffens. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Well," The man says, hands still at work rubbing cream all over his burns. "I'm assuming the reason for all this secrecy is that a villain is after you right? A villain with a flame quirk?"

If you look at the situation, that's maybe technically true. But Dabi is only after him in the most literal sense that he keeps stealing his food from the fridge, which was what set off this shitty situation in the first place. Why the fuck would Dabi not even bother to turn on the lights? Stupid question, why would Tomura also not turn on the lights and wonder in, aimlessly? He's the freaking boss, he should have been better than that. -1 to environment awareness.

And that's why getting burnt is Tomura's fault, not Dabi's. Because Tomura couldn't plan around his underlings (admittedly annoying) habits of eating his food out of the fridge at midnight.

But still, he can't have this guy calling the police. He can't tell the truth either. It would sound fucking dumb, and he doesn't want to admit that to this guy. Who is, also admittedly, pretty. Very pretty.

"The police wouldn't wanna help someone like me. And I can deal with the guy myself."

The man inhales softly. "Oh, I get it. You're a vigilante, aren't you?"

A vigilante.

Well.

That's not what he expected. But Tomura can work with that.

"...Sure," Tomura says.

The man places something sticky over the burn, holding the cream to his skin. "It's not too bad, and this cream should help heal it. Don't do anything to aggravate it, but I suppose that's not really going to stop you, is it?"

Tomura says nothing. It won't stop him, but he gets the feeling the man is thinking he'll be doing more work in the lines of heroics, rather than what he'll actually be doing. That is, destroying society. He doubts the man will really be supportive of him if he knew the truth.

"How does it feel?" The man asks.

Tomura stretches his arm. It does feel better, the cream already doing his work. He doesn't know what the fuck is in these things, these quirk assisted medicines, but they sure work fast.

"It's good," Tomura says.

"If you need any more help, you know, under the books, just call me," The man tears a scrap of paper from a tiny ass notebook he pulled from his pocket. The preparedness is almost enviable. He scrabbles down a number, and holds it out to Tomura.

Tomura, hesitantly, takes it.

"My name's Natsuo, by the way. I'm glad to be of service, but I really should be going." The man flushes, a pink haze spreading over his cheeks. "If I'm gone for too long, my bosses will kill me."

"But," the man taps at the number in Tomura's hand. "I'm always here. Never withheld medical attention from those in need, that's my motto! I really should go though..."

The man turns, placing his hand on the doorknob. He twists it, but doesn't open it yet. He looks at Tomura, and Tomura is caught in that soft grey gaze. That look of care.

"Good luck," the man - Natsuo - says simply, and just like that he's gone.

A/N: Hope you like! The full fic is already posted on Ao3 under the name LifeOfMystery, but I will be updating this here often for you. And dw, I am LifeOfMystery, there is no stealing involved here :) I'm just exploring a new platform lol.