Disdain [Dabi x Reader]

II

Touya's recovery was going... rather smoothly for his condition. (Y/n) had to pass by the pharmacy and get a whole bag of painkillers to help ease the boy's pain. They took it upon themself to take care of the blue-eyed child until they could figure out where he came from. They'd return him to his family once he could walk properly. His family would be thrilled to see him again, even if he was damaged, he was still in one piece.

But for now, they had to help Touya survive his miserable state. Feed him, hydrate him, help him to the bathroom, it doesn't seem like much work, however, balancing taking care of him and working as a criminal was bothersome.

Late at night, when Touya wasn't able to sleep, (Y/n) sat next to his temporary bed and told him long tales. They figured he was about 12 years old, and telling him giddy, all-rainbows stories would certainly bore him, so they told stories about their day, who they met, what they ran across, and what they accomplished, and their days were nothing close to boring. Even so, they did their best to hide their gruesome crimes, they didn't want to freak out the already traumatized kid.

Touya started to wonder what their caregiver was really like. With the stories they tell him, their life seemed quite intense. He had a great deal of questions he wanted to ask them, sadly, he had no way of asking them.

Thus, he stored his queries inside his memory bank to bug (y/n) with when he regained his ability to speak again.

Slowly but surely, the pain began numbing away, it grew easier for Touya to move. At first, he was able to lift his hand and swallow down the painkillers on his own. Then, he could sit up on his bed without any assistance. A few weeks after that, he was fit to walk again. He walked around the house and took care of it while (Y/n) was out doing their work.

Then, he spoke.

"Mx. caregiver" his husky voice called. His voice sounded like it's been dragged harshly against a shredder. The clicking of glass dishes quieted the running water freely trailing down the hand that clasped the dirtied plate. They whipped their head around, a startled expression painting their face. They blinked at him with wide eyes.

"You can speak again?" A sloppy smile spread across their features. They closed the tab of water and dried their hand with a towel.

"Yeah, barely-" Loud, scrapping coughs escaped his throat. (Y/n) filled a cup with water and handed it to him once his fit of coughs had ended.

"Barely, indeed." They commented as Touya chugged down the cup of water.

(Y/n) advised Touya to speak continuously from now on, so he could go back to the habit of speaking without his throat closing up. And Touya obliged, even if it was somewhat embarrassing to talk to himself. While they were away from home, Touya spoke to himself while toggling with trinkets around the house, remarking on some things he liked about the place, and calling out the names of any animal he saw out the window.

In a matter of few days, he had reclaimed his original voice.

(Y/n) and Touya sat on the small dinner table, before them was a bowl of white rice and fish on the side. (Y/n) glanced briefly at Touya, he was eating unusually fast. Normally he'd eat slowly in order to minimize the pain in his jaw, but they supposed he was feeling reckless today. He grimaced in pain every time his chopsticks would hit his lower lips a little too hard.

"I wanna ask you something!" He exclaimed and placed his empty bowl down. They stared up at him, quite startled by his enthusiastic demeanor.

"Shoot." They replied, food still stuffed in the sides of their cheeks.

"What's your name?" He leaned forward. And again, they snapped their head up with a puzzled look.

"Wait- I never told you?" He shook his head. They hummed and looked down at their plate, hesitant.

"(L/n) (Y/n)." (Y/n) brows rose when Touya didn't show any indication of shock or fear.

'ah, so he hasn't heard. A relief.'

"(L/n-"

"Just call me (Y/n)." They cracked a small smile