An Hour Glass Of Memories

Fluffy thingy that purrs

He woke up feeling extremely groggy and just generally tired. He rubbed the sleep out of his tired eyes and sat up.

He looked around the room noticing it had been cleaned up slightly, the clothes on his floor having been moved, some of his picture books now lined up on a shelf, and his art supplies all neat and tidy in a corner.

His LED lights had also been turned to a grey colour which he only assumed was to help him sleep better because he had forgotten to do it when he had gone to bed.

Dabi looked at the line of teddy bears which had been sorted into his favourite order -from most fluffy to the least- and noticed a small note on the table next to it.

He got up going over to the hand-written note on a coloured paper which they had bought because it brought more of a ability to read the writing for him.

It was written in large letters on pink paper with a slight curve to all of the words as if it was written in one of those fancy fonts. He knew immediately who had written it when he saw how they drew their C's.

It was a normal c that had curled at the top and bottom with a mildly bent line as the edge. It was quite obviously Compress's writing because only he and Kurogiri didn't have handwriting that was literal scribbles.

It read, 'Dear Dabi, I had noticed your room was in... a bit of a state. So I have rearranged all the items to make it look, neater. Please try and keep it tidy,
- Compress.'

Dabi sighed, Why did he have such fancy writing? It was hurting his brain trying to decipher all the letters.

He took the note and went over to his bed and took out a small box from under it. He opened it with a small key and placed the note inside.

The box was filled with nicely stacked pieces of different coloured paper that people had wrote him when they went out, or when they did something he needed to know about.

He liked to collect them. He swore it was because he needed them for 'blackmail' but in fact he just liked the memories they gave him.

He locked the box back up again his head dully hurting and his arms aching. He stood back up going over to his clothes rack and choosing an outfit for today.

He noticed a black, heavily oversized t-shirt he probably must have stolen at one point from someone in the league since he literally bought clothes ever couple of years.

He took it off of the hanger and put it on, it hanging off of his slim body. He found a pair of shorts that tied so they would fit him and put them on with it so he would be comfortable and look awesome.

What could he say? He was awesome and deserved an awesome outfit.

The t-shirt came down to his knees and the sleeves came down to the lower part of his upper arm.

He felt too tired to wear anything else because one: it took way to much effort to put on, and two: it was boiling hot in his room.

He stretched and yawned letting his eyes scrunch closed for a minute to try and get a moment of sleep before he re-opened them.

He turned around going over to the pile of random socks in the corner and chose a black and white striped pair that kept him cool but also made it so he wasn't walking around without anything on his feet.

He grabbed his phone and his bunny from the bedside table where he had left them and went out into the main room.

He greeted the others with a small smile before going into the kitchen. No one was in there so it was a good time to make himself some tea.

He placed his bunny down on the counter and filled the kettle. He then put it back on the stand and turned it on so it boiled.

He went over to the cupboard that held the tea and honey and got out both.

His throat really hurt which was a bit odd but he did know that honey helped. Tea and honey was also a genius combo in his eyes.

He put them down on the side getting everything else out and then going over to the mug cupboard.

He checked for his one and he couldn't find it. He started to freak out a little and looking in the other cupboards only just being able to see the top in some of them.

When he couldn't find it he sat down on the kitchen floor clutching his bunny and tears welling in his eyes.

He did have two other mugs he could use but he really didn't want too. He absolutely hated not having his routine laid out and this was not routine. He felt his face burn and everything sort of slow down as he sat there.

He could hear the tick of the clock going by but everything felt so... unreal.

He tucked his knees into his chest his head whizzing with all the other possibilities of what could and had happened. He put his head into his knees and started to cry quietly.

His body shook as he sobbed and his scars started to ache again.

His head hurt. It really hurt. He was already pretty dehydrated since he hadn't drank in a while but crying just seemed to make the pain in his head even worse.

He heard someone come in before rushing over to him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and someone pull him closer to them.
"Hey kid! Can you hear me? Are your ok?  what's wrong? What happened?"  They said shaking him slightly.

He lifted his head off of his knees and looked up to see Compress with a worried look on his face and holding him up.

He started to cry again choking out a small sob as he tried to speak,
"It's- gone!" He leant into the other letting his head fall onto his shoulder.

The other hugged him gently,
"What's gone? Is something you need gone?" He asked looking down at the crying child in front of him.

Dabi let out a small breath before he sat up and wiped his eyes which were now red and puffy.
"It's gone! My special cup thingy!" He said looking at his knees and rubbing his eyes.
"Do you mean your mug? Which one?" He asked ruffling the child's hair.

Dabi pointed to the cupboard,
"The one that has the little thingy's on it! You know! The, Uhm the little fluffy things, the ones that purr!" He whined.

Compress realised what he meant and chuckled,
"You mean the cats? Your cat mug?" He asked standing up. "Im pretty sure Toga used it third morning do you want me to check?"

Dabi nodded standing up as well nervously playing with his hands and picking at his nails until they hurt.

Compress left the room before coming back and smiling at him.
"Toga had if, don't worry I can wash it for you and you can have your tea. How are you feeling anyway?"

(Part two?)