Our Crazy Fathers - NEW VERSION - DabiDeku

3 - Hello

I'm gonna start writing POVs now. I wanted to try to make this like a real book but it just didn't feel right.

Izuku's POV

I was abruptly woke up the to the sound of a doorbell ringing. I jumped up and slightly opened the door. There was a man there with light blue hair. "Hey, your dad sent me to pick you up." He said. I nodded then picked up my bag and followed him out and into his car.

Shigaraki's POV

I swear this kid was like fourteen. There was no way he was any older. And he immediately nodded and grabbed his stuff. I could have been a kidnapper, or worse, Overhaul. I hate that guy. The kid came back just a second later with his stuff and we got back in the car. I forgot my gloves so I had to life one finger off of the steering wheel. The kid seemed to notice this so I decided to talk to him. "Izuku, right?" He nodded. "It's part of my quirk. If all five of my fingertips touch something, it will decay." I picked up a napkin while we were at a red light and disintegrated it. He seemed amazed and nodded. "You don't talk much do you?" He shook his head. I glanced back up at the light seeing it was still red.

"Do you know sign?" He used sign language.

"A little bit, not much, just the basics." 

"I haven't talked in a while." He signed slowly. It did make it a bit easier to understand.

"Oh. Okay." He faces the front and looked out the front window again. I wonder why he stopped talking.

Izuku's POV

"We're here." The guy said. I gently tapped his shoulder and he looked back over. "Yeah?"

"Your name?"

"Shigaraki Tomura. You can call me either though. The idiots in there will probably call me crusty or some shit like that." I nodded and we both got out of the car. I grabbed my bag from the back and we both walked in. "Hey shitheads! We're back!" He yelled and threw his keys onto a bar counter. I looked around the room, talking in the sights, and smells. I heard two pairs of footsteps comping near. My hearing had gotten better since I stopped talking, so there was a small benefit I guess. A man appeared through a purple portal, just like the nice man. The person, thing? Person. They were just a bunch of mist with bright yellow eyes. I'm almost positive that was him.

"Hi there! My names Toga! Toga Himiko!" She was a girl, about as tall as me, with two blonde space buns. She looked very crazy. I nodded. The other person was next down the stairs and he was somewhat taller than me, I couldn't really tell unless I got closer, and that was not something I wanted to do. They all looked scary.

"My names Dabi." He looked very tired. He also had scars under his eyes and on his chin and neck. His eyes looked familiar but I couldn't remember where I saw them before.

"Alright kid, ignore these fucktards, your room is  next to Dabi's. At the end of the hall on the left."

"How long will I be staying? I wasn't told much."

"3 months." Dabi said. I looked over at him and nodded.

"I didn't know you knew sign." Toga said while rocking back and forth on her feet.

"My old man made me learn. Bastard." He scowled. "Let's go." He turned around and started to walk away. He turned back and looked at me. "You coming?" I quickly ran to catch up with him even though he was only a few feet ahead of me. We walked up the stairs and to what I assume was the room I was staying in. I walked in and put my stuff down on the bed. I looked through the bags for the bandages I brought, they probably needed to be changed, I could feel blood seeping through. "Do you need help?" Dabi asked as I struggled to get the bandages off while keeping my shirt on. I slowly nodded. "Take your clothes off."

"What?"

"Calm down I wasn't thinking anything perverted. It'll be easier to help you if your clothes aren't in the way." I complied and gently took my shirt off. My entire torso was wrapped in bandages. I slid my pants off so I was just in boxers. I slightly blushed at the embarrassment. I started to unwrap the bandages from my torso and I heard Dabi take in a sharp breath. "Shit. Stay here." He ran out of the room and came back less than a minute later with a huge box. "Lay down." Were they that bad? I laid down on the bed and he sat down right next to me. I saw him start to gather materials to do stitches.

"I don't need those."

"Yes. You do. Now shut up. This is probably going to hurt a bit." He cleaned the needle and my wound then poked it through. I winced and my hands balled into fists, my nails digging into my palms. "Hey, take a deep breath. You're gonna hurt yourself." He said softly then uncurled my hands. He moved one to what I assume was the sheet of the bed and the other one I don't know where because I didn't have time to look before he started stitching my skin back together again. I flinched every time the needle touched me. I dug my nails into the bed, or what I assumed was the bed. "Ah, fuck." He muttered. I looked over to see my nails digging into his thigh. I quickly moved my hand away. "No, you're fine. Do whatever you need." He said then went back to work. It was a solid fifteen minutes of me wincing in pain and Dabi continually having to hold my hands down and work at the same time. I felt really bad.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry for hurting you."

"It's fine. Your wounds were much worse than a few fingernails digging into my skin. I'll be okay." He said while wrapping clean bandages around me. I nodded. He cleaned up and washed his hands. I was sitting on the bed, looking at my phone. "Here." He said while throwing some clothes at me. I flinched but caught them. "The pants are Toga's, and the shirt and sweatshirt are mine. I wouldn't want to give you and of Crusty's shit because he's nasty." I put the clothes on, and the pants were surprisingly really comfortable. My father would have killed me if I was wearing girl's clothes. I walked back over to Dabi who was waiting outside of the door and wrapped my arms around his, hugging him. "Hm? Oh." He hugged me back and ruffled my hair. I leaned into his touch, it felt really nice, he was supper warm too. I felt him bend down but I didn't want to move. His hands made their way to under my thigh. He was avoiding the wound areas. He lifted me up like a child. I didn't have much of a childhood so shut up.

He carried me downstairs then sat on the couch. I refused to let go. I am a squirrel and this is my tree. Mine. It's kind of sad to think that he just helped me clean up and I've become so attached to him.

If you have any questions let me know. I don't know if I want to do chapter names, if you have an suggestions let me know.

- OfficalSimp200