Touch Starved [ COMPLETED ]

04 | Stubborn

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"You're not a baby, duh, but you're also not fine. Don't know if you noticed, but you're struggling to stand, let alone walk or do essentially anything else." I deadpanned.

"I am fine and I can take care of myself, so just do what I say so I can go back to what I should have been doing this whole time." He got more and more rude and bossy each time he spoke.

"Except you're not fine and you can't take care of yourself, so just let me do this so you can get better and move on with your life." I snapped back at him, grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to sit down and holding him there. We glared at eachother and he reached up to grab my arms, but I knew he wouldn't turn me to dust or hurt me with that quirk of his, because I was an essential asset to the league. I was right, he didn't. Thank God.

"Don't fucking do that again. Do not touch me." He said, his voice deep and a bit more quieter, meaning he was seriously mad now. His grip on my arms instantly became painful and he lifted my hands off of him.

"Do not act like you aren't hurt and in need of rest." I matched his tone, his aura, his glare, and the feeling he caused anyone who would see him with that face.

"Shut up. My body. I would know if I'm fine or not." He replied, standing back up. He almost wobbled but didn't let himself, instantly regaining his balance.

"And as the one who's been taking care of you for the past month, I know that you need rest. You're tired and your body hurts. I can tell. You can't lie to me, Boss. I'm not dumb. You seem to think you can fool the league, and while you can fool Twice, the rest of the league knows you well enough to know when you lie to us. Stop lying and acting like we're stupid. You're our leader, you're our boss, but you don't need to force yourself to carry the whole fucking league and all of those extras on your back. Let us fucking help you out, dammit. It's so damn annoying when you do that."

His glare didn't falter but I knew I got through to his blind ass, I could tell. His breathing changed slightly and I could feel the weight of his wrath lift ever so slightly.

"Tch. Fine, I'll get some more fucking rest, but pull that move again and talk to me like that, you're dead." He huffed and sat on the edge of the bed.

"See?? Not that hard, is it?" I said, my voice much more relaxed than it was before. It was easier for me to breathe when he calmed down more, though I could still feel his anger. I could always feel his anger, because he was always angry, always raging, and whether he acted on that anger and rage or not, it was always there, and I could always just feel it. Kurogiri probably could too, but he was locked up.

"Oh, suck it." He snapped at me, looking off to the side.

"Anyways, I gotta change your bandages, so.... Yeah, just lettin' ya know." I said, grabbing the roll of bandages and getting behind him. He didn't refute, though I'm sure he wanted to. I pulled the hem of his shirt up and tied it to the top of the shirt so it's stay there. Then I removed the bandages and looked at his progress.

His wound was healing slowly, since it was still pretty big, but not as big as before. I replaced the bandages and let his shirt fall back into place, and then scooted back, further away from Shigaraki.

"Done with that part, Boss, but I still gotta change the bandages on your legs." I said with a shrug, my voice blunt and not exactly apologetic.

He made a noise of annoyance before he laid back on the bed. I smiled at him to show my appreciation for his cooperation, though he only did a mocking, sarcastic smile is response. I brushed it off and got closer to him, cradling him and facing away from him.

He did jolt slightly when I did that, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't move away from me either. I slid his pants forward and away from me, down his body and off of him.

I began unbandaging his legs and seeing how he was progressing there. The wounds were still deep, I knew that before even removing the bandages. Shigaraki's inability to walk told me that much. The wounds weren't as deep, I could tell that as well upon looking at them, but they were healing annoyingly slow. Faster than the basketball-sized hole in his back, at least.

"And.. done!" I said in a happy tone, trying to be positive. I was still worried for him, even though I hated him. Compress was right; he never told us anything relating to how he was doing. Never the truth, at least.

"Finally. Now just put my fucking pants on already and get off of me." His voice sounded different, though I'm didn't know how it sounded exactly, so I just shrugged it off and did as he said, sliding his pants back on and getting off of him.

"Okay, now that that's done and over with, you need to eat."

"N—"

"Don't try saying that you're not hungry, because you haven't ate or drank a single thing for a whole month. You will be eating something." I cut him off, leaving the room before he could reply. I didn't worry about him getting up and moving around. The most he could do was stand up and fall if he tried going anywhere, and I knew Shigaraki was smart enough not to do that, even with how stubborn the man was.

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