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Sick!Dabi X Reader

A/n: You're a bounty hunter in this cause I feel like it. Feel free to change it if you are opposed to it. :)

Dabi woke up to his girlfriend nudging his forehead accidentally. A quick apology was mumbled before a cold hand moved this time successfully to his face.

"Th' fuck you doin', (Y/n)?"

"You're hot."

"Thanks."

Even his biting remarks couldn't hide how his body felt. With utter honesty, he felt like shit. His skin felt like it was being cooked, sweat beading on his forehead. (Y/n) couldn't not notice.

"Is your quirk acting up again?" She questioned lightly, it was obvious she just woke due to the sleepy rasp in her voice.

"No, now go t'sleep." No matter how bad he felt, no matter how desperately he wanted her to stay awake, he couldn't bring himself to bother her, and besides, he couldn't get sick. Weaklings got sick. He wasn't weak, not anymore.

"You're too hot, Dabi. I'm worried." He tried to nudge her hand away, only to realize it hurt to move. He could hardly find the strength to clench his fingers. Sure, he had days where his body seized tight and wouldn't let go, but this was different. This was wrong.

"It's fine." The hand came back, calling attention to just how clammy his skin was. He sighed lightly at the cool touch (y/n) always seemed to have.

"Can I at least get you some water?" She begged her obviously sick boyfriend.

"Just go back to bed." His voice seemed to grow weaker by the second as he lost his grip. He hurt. He hurt bad. His head hurt. His stomach hurt really fucking bad, it was flipping like a bitch. She didn't wait for his reply and quickly hopped off the bed, rushing to the bathroom and coming back shortly after with a glass of water as promised as well as a cold cloth.

She gingerly set the cold cloth on his hot clammy forehead before carefully helping him take a few small sips of the cold liquid. He pushed it away when it started to make his stomach feel uncomfortably full and then slowly lowered his body back onto his bed. He resisted the urged to curl into a ball and instead pulled the covers back up over his aching shoulders. Dabi finally let his eyes fall shut when he felt his girlfriend's feathery touch stroking his hairline.

It was 6 am so he could get away was saying he was just tired cause it was early, hopefully. It didn't take him long to drift off with his current exhaustion and his nasally snores were soon echoing throughout the room. (Y/n) continued stroking his sweaty black hair as he slept, getting worried as his stomach made really sick sounding noises.

She stayed by his side until Toga's obnoxious knocking interrupted their peaceful moment. "Fuck off Toga we're awake." (Y/n) called, trying to get the hyper girl to go away. She heard loud footsteps receding to go bother someone else and let out a sigh of relief. She noticed Dabi was awake now even if his eyes were still closed. "Good morning, how are you feeling Dabi?" She questioned softly.

"Like shit," Dabi groaned, he didn't even try to hide it anymore. His stomach had advanced from just mildly uncomfortable to full-on violent churning to the point where he needed to get to a bathroom or trash bin ASAP. Clearly (Y/n) had noticed his extreme nausea because the next time he glanced at the floor, the trash can that was previously across the room sat suddenly there. He didn't have much time to think about it though as his nausea soon became too much and he felt his stomach rising in his throat.

Dabi hastily scrambled for the trash can as he gagged, narrowly avoiding puking all over the floor. (Y/n) held him steady and rubbed his back as he violently heaved into the plastic-lined bin. She felt really bad for him as last night was one of the few times they got paid really well and treated themselves to a big meal for a date, and now the poor boy was regurgitating all that back into the trash bin.

After about 8 minutes he had nothing left to bring up and just say there panting over the trash can. (Y/n) continued rubbing comforting circles on his back until he finally calmed down enough to release his iron grip on the bin. She took the sick filled bucket and set it on the floor waving her hand to empty it, then she carefully helped Dabi lay back down and replaced the cold rag on his extremely hot forehead.

"You feeling any better?" (Y/n) whispered softly, not wanting to startle the boy that had moved to lay in her arms. Dabi just shook his head, screwing his eyes shut as the world began to spin around him, spiking his nausea again. (Y/n) began gently stroking his shoulder again as he curled into her side, noticing his obvious discomfort. "Do need the bin?" she questions again in the same soft voice.

Dabi just shakes his head again, not moving his head from his girlfriend's side. "Nauseous, but done for now." He mumbles, eyes still shut tightly. (Y/n) just nods despite knowing he most likely couldn't see it. She just continues running patterns across his back, hoping her touch soothed his unhappy body at least a little.

She was happy when she soon heard those deep nasally snores again, meaning Dabi had thankfully managed to drift off again. Rest was the best thing for him right now. She may or may not have spelled the door shut too so she could deal with his irritating league mates later or at least when her boyfriend was feeling slightly better.

A/n: Welp I hope yall enjoyed it. Pwease leave me requests in the comments I really need them. Okay well BYEEE!!!

~Luna