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𝟮𝟴 | 𝘈𝘍𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘏: 𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘚 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘉𝘌𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘎

I wrapped Dabi's leg with bandages, hands moving with purpose as I made sure it wasn't wrapped too tightly or else he would be in pain. I was back from where I started, and a looming shadow occupied my thoughts. A clear frown of disappointment on my face. These past three days, we haven't said a proper sentence to eachother-grief occupied the abode.

We only ever exchanged a few words this whole time, occasionally asking if one of us was fine or if the other was in pain from our injuries. But one thing was very obvious; it was painfully (at some point) awkward.

Sitting with his kidnapper that also assisted me on my failed mission really hit the spot.

He suddenly winced and I flinched, pausing my work-"Too tight?" I whispered softly looking up at him and he hums, I nodded and continued carefully as to not wrap it tightly. "Somethin' in your mind? I know you're working but you don't really look focused, more like in thought." he mumbled the last part to himself.

I sighed, "You caught me oh wise captain.." I muttered chuckling to myself with a sad smile. Dabi hummed shifting into a comfortable position, moving his leg from my lap. "Thanks for bandaging me up dollface." he politely thanked and ruffled my hair in the process-"It's whatever..." I finished up and cleaned up the mess I made, placing the wet rag back in the bowl of water and taking it away to the kitchen emptying it.

"I'm glad you let me stay, I'd be in the streets if it weren't for you." he lazily stretches his body across the couch, throwing his fine leg over the cushions with a lazy smirk on his face, if I looked any closer, I'd find a hint of admiration in his turquoise eyes.

I hummed as I rinced the rag, I could feel his eyes on the back of my head as I cleared up a few more messes around the kitchen; restless. Dabi noticed my diligence and called me out with slurred words.

"You've been working this whole time we got back-you didn't even take a proper 8 hour sleep. Chill out sister, not like anyone's coming to check your house out." the ravenette mumbled the last part to himself, grabbing the remote and uninterestingly flipping through the TV channels.

"Here, watch something to take your mind off things-damn, you got a laptop and an HDMI? Movies here suck lets just watch from an illegal website." he abruptly got up and looked at me as if it was my fault the TV itself didn't have anything in his standards. I scoffed and placed a hand on my hip; "Go get it yourself, it's not like you don't know where my stuff is anyway."

During these past days that Dabi stayed over, he would 'kindly' and 'politely' take my things without my knowledge. Imagine my surprise when I head over to grab something of mine and find that it is not there but infact with my 'roommate'. Sometimes I wonder how he knows where some of my things are..

Should I keep pondering about it? Nah, I'll only get more worried.

A dragged out sigh leaves my mouth, despite of what I just said I walked to my office to grab my laptop and the cable. I left with the items in hand and I set up the TV, I kept my eyes to myself but occasionally glanced at Dabi-who had the biggest grin on his face.

"You excited over this?" I teased done with setting up the devices. I handed him the bluetooth keyboard and mouse for the sake of his injured leg so he could choose whatever he wanted without having to stand up and walk to the laptop. "Thank you my caretaker~" he sing sung and I rolled my eyes.

In a few minutes or so, Dabi was scrolling through the movie list, debating whether he should let series into the options. He was stuck between two sides because one, series take too long to finish (but they're interesting).  Second, theres not alot of good movies, only a handful. "Y/n? You got anything you wanna watch?" he turned to me hoping for some assistance but to his dismay he was met with a nonchalant, spaced out expression.

His eyebrows furrowed and he tossed a piece of nacho at me, I snapped out of it and looked offended for a moment finding a cracker on my shirt after it hit my cheek. "Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow and Dabi huffs. "Patient calling. What are we watching?" I stared at him puzzled—"Aren't you the one with the mouse and keyboard?" 

"Yeah well, I can't find anything that is quick and good at the same time. So I thought you'd know a movie or two." he explains with a poker face, handing me the bluetooth pair. "Oh no its fine.. I'll just head off to bed." I declined his offer softly pushing the devices back to him. I got up to leave for my bedroom but a hand grabbed mine.

"Are you okay?"

No.

"Yeah, why?" I turned away, my eyes not connecting with his. Dabi hums and tries to turn me towards him so that I could face him. "Are you sure? I know a look like that anywhere." he seemed to search for something as he looked into me. Despite my shaky hand I lightly shoved him off with a weak giggle.

"I'm fine softie. Don't stay up too late watching TV." After that I didn't hear a response as I already headed to my room, shutting the door behind me with a soft click.

I pressed my back against the door, and as the seconds passed my knees slowly gave up and I slid unto the floor on my bottom. I sat there for a few minutes in silence, with an ache that I couldn't ignore. My room was scattered with his things, and I couldn't help but remember his face. He took with him his locket, even mine—so now I didn't have anything that was of him.

Just a few items, that still had his scent intact. Not like it would last long.

I hugged myself in the midst of all this quiet and wondered when it all went wrong. And what sin he had committed to receive such a fate. From the window seeped in a moonlight that illuminated my dark room, the rays lighting up the photos I hung around my walls, the photo frames that had collected dust over the time I spent away from home.

In such a short span, everything fell from my hands and slipped through my fingers.

What would the mother say to her child that had long gone with the wind? What would she say?

Death leads a man to leave many things. It is bound to happen.

I thought I'd grow up with him by my side; but I've grown taller, my hair grew longer and I've learnt new things. He didn't. He's gone, but i'm still here. The earth will still move on without his presence and a day will start anew. My tears have long dried, and my eyes stung. I finally stood up to walk to my bed, head in hands.

My floor is littered with opened books, pages scattered here and there—and our photo. Group projects that I wasn't able to turn in since I took a long leave, I might aswell drop out. His jacket that he left from the last time he stayed over, and a few more things that he made his own.

The door softly opens and the warm white lights seep in, a shadow filling in between the lines. I lazily lifted my head to glance at him who walked into my room.

The spot next to me dips on the bed due to the weight, and we both sat there in silence. A comforting hand on my back that occasionally drew light circles relaxing my muscles. There was nothing to be said, there are no words to console grief. I was slowly drawn to the shoulder next to me, and I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." Dabi spoke, and I hummed.

The arm on my back brought me closer, and his other arm took me in his embrace. I accepted it and laid in his arms, my tears starting once again.

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🌝: ngl writing on laptop does rlly hit different