An Hour Glass Of Memories

Fuck the rain

He was cold.

He was soaking wet.

And he was tired.

He had said he would pick up groceries for the league but now he wasn't so happy about accepting to do it.

It wasn't raining when he went out. It would of been fine if it was. But now, not so much.

He shivered crossing the road and sneezing. He already felt dizzy and a tiny bit faint but if he was going to pass out it would not be here.

Not on the street, not in the woods, not in the shop, no. Not here not now.

However he felt freezing and his scars itched and it sort of felt like they were no longer at the temperature that they were numb but instead just slightly too cold and hurting.

Yay.

He wanted to dash to the supermarket but he didn't want to be caught and arrested. So he settled for a fast paced walk with which he kept his hands in his pockets and head down.

He hurriedly crossed yet another road with a car beeping at him. He jumped when it did taking a sharp breath in and looking round.

He tried to hide under the hood of his thin coat but it was so worn and battered that ever if it was waterproof it would have soaked him anyways.

It was a battered, old, black jacket that had a zip on it that was slightly too small for the man. He had got it before he had run away which was why he was surprised it still fit entirely, but he was quite skinny to say the least.

When he did eat it was very little since he couldn't eat much at all and they often didn't have the money to buy it. He was fine with it though, since he didn't need everything to live.

He got food and that was ok with him.

He smiled slightly remembering he could get some of his own actually edible food because he was the one that went shopping. Then his face dropped remembering he would have to touch the raw meat packaging.

Ew.

He hated raw meat. He could cook almost anything but the thought of touching that made him physically gag. It wasn't something he thought he was capable of doing.

And that's coming from him. The one who wanted to fight a pro-hero as a child.

He walked onto the supermarket finally taking off his coat and putting it in his bag. He walked around the first aisle picking up some bread, breakfast items, ect before quickly hurrying to another one when he saw a pro enter.

He grabbed himself some pasta and got back to picking other things up.

He got milk, butter, yogurt, and some tea before leaving to the next aisle where he awkwardly knocked the main meat they needed into the basket and quickly sanitising his hands immediately afterwards.

He had gone from freezing cold and shivering to boiling hot and sweating when he had walked into the shop and now he felt just a little bit worse.

He couldn't recognise the feeling though. His head felt clogged and cloudy and his eyes kept on making his vision grow swimmy. It was just a really shitty feeling.

He ignored the skull-crushing brain fog though and went to the next asile picking up some more pasta because he could eat that and it was cheap, some sugar, flour, eggs and some alcohol for people more adult then him.

He also saw some ice-cream he knew the league liked so he picked some up. At one point he contemplated getting something for himself but decided against because he didn't want to be 'selfish'.

He felt his heart pull a little and he quickly left checking out and going back to the cold rain. He walked up and down roads shivering violently as he did.

Every part of him hurt now and he couldn't even burn the rain off because he felt dizzy as shit and if he added smoke inhaling to that he might just drop dead there and then.

He got onto the last path he had to take to get home just barely still awake. His head was too cloudy to think and he felt tired. He wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep there and then.

He walked in the front door dripping wet and lit the groceries on the side before making his way to his room.

He got about two steps of the way there before his legs have out and he collapsed onto the floorboards.

The cool woof felt lovely against his too-hot too-cold body.

Compress rushed over checking him for injuries just to find non. He picked him up taking him to his room carefully.

He placed him on his bed and put a hand on his forehead. He found that the man's body was freezing and wet through but he was clearly trying to burn through it.

He got him a hoodie and some warmer clothes and gently shook him,
"Dabi? You can go back to sleep straight after but you need to change." He said quietly so he didn't startle the half asleep man.

Dabi begrudgingly sat up changing and laying back down falling asleep with the magicians hands running through his hair.

Compress chuckled at the others soft expressions and petted his hair carefully de-tangling it.
"Sleep well kid."