Touch Starved [ COMPLETED ]

01 | Dabi's Responsibility

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I laid on my floor, spread out and staring at the ceiling fan that I could vaguely see in the dark room. I was quiet, thinking.

What am I gonna do now? I don't wanna be stuck taking care of Boss! He's an asshole! I thought. Besides, I don't even know what's wrong with him in the first place! And whatever it is is his fault, not mine! Why the hell should I have to take care of him for his dumbass actions??!

"You're the one taking care of him because you're the one who spends the most time here."

Damn you, Compress..

I broke my own silence with a heavy sigh, followed by a groan as I sat up, looking at Shigaraki. From the floor, I couldn't see him very well since he was laid on the bed.

He's still unconcious?? It's already been 10 minutes, why can't he just wake up and leave already??

My head dropped for a minute before I looked up at him again, then standing up and walking over to him.

Would you look at that, he's actually calm. He's so annoying. But at least him being unconcious means he'll be quiet. I sighed. But that also means he'll be stuck in my room so I can take care of him, or whatever. I continued looking at him with a blank, empty mind. Maybe I should see what's wrong with him. He couldn't have just.. passed out, right? No, there's gotte be a reason. Maybe blood loss from a wound or something.

I stepped closer to my bed, climbing onto it and, for a moment, just sitting there next to Shigaraki's limb body. Then I moved myself to be cradling him so I could check his body for any type of wound.

God, I hate this already.. Calm down Toya. This is just until he wakes the hell up. You're doing this to help him wake up. Nothing more, nothing less.. I assured myself, taking a deep breath with my eyes shut, slowly opening them again and staring at Shigaraki.

I watched my hands as I began reaching to the hem of his shirt, grabbing and pulling it up past his chest, then off of his body completely, setting it aside. I searched his body for any sort of injury. A few bruises here and there, some minor and faded scratches, but nothing that could make him pass out from blood loss.

So I grabbed his sides, his skin cold to the touch, and hate to say it, but his body honestly felt nice against my hot skin.

I flipped him onto his stomach, now cradling his ass, but I didn't notice or care. I still held onto his sides, simply not noticing and letting go, and I searched his back for a cause to his state.

I finally found what I had been searching for. A large, bloody, nasty wound between the bottom and the middle. It looked like he was hit by a canon ball, but that couldn't have been the cause, because not only would the wound be a hole that went all the way through his torso rather than just a wound, but he'd also be dead.

I quickly checked his body for more wounds, finding multiple, deep, wide gashes on his legs. I cleaned his wounds up with disinfectant and then bandaged him up.

I thought the thoughts I usually thought, thinking mostly about the future I was going to create, then thinking about sleep.

I turned onto my stomach, laying my head on my hands facing Shigaraki, before looking the other way and falling asleep.

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I woke up hours later, having forgotten about Shigaraki and his new situation. So when I saw him in bed next to me I was caught off guard. Then the memories of the recent hours came back to me and I relaxed.

"Really? Still asleep, Handjob?" I though out loud, my words followed with a sigh. "Whatever. You'll wake up soon anyways, so I don't really care. Hungry." I pulled myself out of bed, briefly looking at my alarm clock that I always slept through, getting a mere glimpse of the time before turning and leaving my room.

1:26 AM

The hallways were dark and quiet, the only noise now being my yawn and the faint sound of my footsteps. I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, squinting when the light hit my eyes, blinding me for a moment before my eyes adjusted.

I scanned over the interior of the fridge, looking for anything I want to eat. There was some soba, not to mention is was cold from being in the fridge. That's the best part.

A grin grew on my face as I grabbed the bowl, grabbing some chopsticks and feasting on the meal while walking back to the room, Shigaraki having slipped from my mind.

I sat against the head board, not acknowledging Shigaraki's body next to mine. He hadn't move a single muscle from when I'd dressed him. I didn't notice it at first, not until I finished my soba, but I instantly brushed it off.

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