Himiko wasn't an idiot. She was fully aware of littlespace (she'd spoken to a lot of therapists in the past, for different reasons). She was confused for a different reason, however. To her, Dabi was her saviour. He came along when she was scared and alone and he made her life better. He was strong and brave and his only emotions were love and hate. He never got hysterical or hyper, he was just him. A lot of love for his family, and a lot of hate for his biological acquaintances.
This, however, was something completely different. Now, Himiko could read him like an open book. He was sensitive and vulnerable and he needed someone to love him the way he'd grown to love the league.
Himiko had spent the past hour in Dabi's room, rocking back and forth with him, watching cute videos of animals on Himiko's phone or dancing around the lively party music but Toga easily took notice of how Dabi's movements had started to slow and his words - which weren't much - had started to slow.
"Come on darling, time to settle down. You want cuddles?" she said softly, motioning to the bed. Dabi decided he liked that idea, clambering into bed, still clutching his teddy tightly to his chest. Himiko climbed in after him and he nuzzled his face into her neck.
Dabi found that there was something very distinct about the blonde. Sure, she was the youngest in the league, she was smart and funny and happy - and a little of her tot - but it wasn't any of that. Dabi liked how she smelt. Fresh cinnamon buns and spring. The thought reminded him of his childhood.
Once, when he was about 6, they had a cat. It ran away at some point and every night afterwards, the boy would wake up screaming and crying from torturous nightmares about the poor thing. Most people think that would be a very sad memory but for Touya, that wasn't the case. He cherished the memory. Every night, once he would awake, he'd turn over in bed to see his younger sister Fuyumi toddling into the room to check on her big brother.
Fuyumi loved cinnamon buns and playing in the fields of flowers. She would climb into Touya's single bed and curl into him, cooing softly. He could still remember how she'd whisper, "Is oki, Touya, I pwotec you!" and then fall asleep within seconds.
Touya felt the same, cuddled against Himiko. He felt safe, like the world was at peace. Every so often, he'd feel himself start to drift off, or flinch against the blanket but he'd breathe in her scent and like magic, it reminded him that he was safe.
He was okay.
He felt Himiko wrap her arms around him, one hand petting the hair between his cat ears and the other, around his waist, holding him close. She cooed softly at him.
"I love you darling. You're safe with me. Sleep well, mi amor." etc
Eventually, Touya stopped resisting the pull of his eyelids; he let himself relax against Himiko, and he fell asleep. Even when he began to softly snore - and lost his paci in the process - he didn't wake up.
Himiko gently unclipped the collar from his neck as well as the fluffy black ears from his hair and placed them in a drawer by the bed. She kissed his forehead softly and fell asleep against him.
