A Lost Creation

A Treat

The second you wake up the next morning, you grab the worksheet from the night before as well as teddy, quietly padding over to Dabi's room and slowly opening his door.
He's sprawled over his bed as usual on top of the bedsheets, and it doesn't take you too long to notice that the arm flopped over his stomach is bandaged, blood seeping through the material.
You take a sharp inhale at the sight of it, climbing onto his bed carefully.

You put the worksheet on the bedside table carefully, lying down on the little area of the bed that he wasn't occupying, cuddling your teddy close.
You wouldn't wake him up if he was hurt, and you wouldn't get too close if he was hurt either. You decide to maybe sleep a little more while you wait for him to wake up...
You'd maybe been asleep for a few minutes when you hear a hissed: "oh shi-"
Your eyes open, and you're met with wide blue eyes on you.

"Star..." Dabi begins, his voice wavering between scared and warning.

"You're hurt." You comment immediately, looking pointedly at his arm. "Why?"

Dabi's lips pursed a little, his eyes sliding to the sides as though he was thinking of an excuse to give you.

"Rule three!" You remind him, your eyebrows pulling together.

He groans, moving his hands to grip his face, his fingers running through his hair in frustration.
You watch as red lines form on his face from the staples on his hands scraping against his skin, his eyes squeezed tightly closed.
Eventually, his eyes snap open, moving towards you.

"I got cut a little. But don't ya dare go fussin' over me, kid. It's too damn early." He warns. "I need a cigarette before y'start all that panderin' stuff."

"You're still bleeding." You point out, pointing your index finger at the widening red patch on the bandage.

His eyebrow raises, and that's all the warning you need to shut up, your mouth closing, even if you give a little 'hmph', burying the lower half of your face into your teddy so he can't see your lips tugging downward.
You silently watch as he carefully rubs his eyes, and slowly stretches his body out like he does every morning.

"Did ya behave last night?" He finally asks, providing an opening for you to show him your math work.

Suddenly, you perk up, nodding and scrambling to grab your worksheet, thrusting it at him with sparkling eyes.
He squints a little at you, slowly reaching out to grab the sheet, sitting up as he looks over the equations on the sheet.
It takes him a little while to figure it all out himself, apparently as he looks at you with a small, confused frown.

"I think these are all right...? Ya got the whole sheet right, Star?"  He asks with uncertainty.

You nod, bouncing enthusiastically on the bed.
He looks back at the paper before looking at you and smirking, his eyes returning back to their usual half-lidded expression.
His hand reaches to ruffle your hair playfully.

"Attagirl Star!" He praises, pinching your cheek. "You're a bright spark, kid."

"Shigaraki helped a little..." You admit, not wanting to take all the credit.

"Did you say thank you?" He asks, rubbing his thumb over where he'd pinched.

"Mhm! We fist bumped!" You say excitedly, miming the action of a fist bump enthusiastically.

Dabi's eyes widen for a second, his eyebrows knitting ever so slightly before he takes a slightly deeper breath and seems to force a small smile.

"Good girl, Star."

Your heart leaps at the fact you'd made him proud, continuing to beam at him as he pets your cheek softly.
He gives the paper another once over before looking at you again.