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Touya shuffled into the kitchen on autopilot. He forced his breaths to stay even, steam billowing out his nostrils as he tried to siphon off the heat of his fever. He hated his weak constitution; he didn’t have time to be sick. A prime example being right now.
Fuyumi sat at the table looking at something on her phone. It was a little unusual as she normally reviewed her homework in the morning, but maybe there was an interesting news article. He ruffled her hair as he passed, feeling her jump a bit in surprise. She must not have heard him come in.
He chuckled a little. “Good morning, sleepy head. You should pay more attention.”
It didn’t need to be said that someone else could have walked in, but Endeavor didn’t take care to hide his footsteps – announcing his presence even in his own home. The freaking show boat. Fuyumi was probably only listening for the Number 2 hero’s footsteps, tuning out everything else.
Touya finished his exhaustive trek to the kitchen as Fuyumi touched the top of her head, probably to straighten out the mess. “I am paying attention.” She stated. Touya wanted to chastise her for not paying enough attention, but his head was pounding and he knew she paid attention to the important things. He opened the fridge to get started on breakfast when her voice came again. “Are you ok?”
He heaved a heavy sigh out of his nose. She always could see straight through him. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure everything is thoroughly cooked so I don’t get the rest of you sick.”
He peeked over the fridge door to give her a reassuring smile only to find her frowning at him. “You should go back to bed.” She said definitively.
Touya furrowed his brow. “Yumi, what are you saying? You know no one’s allowed to be in bed past 6:30. Speaking of, have you seen Natsu yet? He needs to get up before dad notices.”
Fuyumi looked unsure for a moment, looking at him like she wasn’t sure he was speaking sense before nodding and ducking silently into the hallway. Touya frowned after her. What was up with her this morning? She knew the rules just as well as he did. He must look pretty horrible if she thought he should actually go back to bed.
Not that he would even consider the notion. First of all, Endeavor would be pissed at him being lazy on top of useless and that would put the whole house on edge. Secondly, if Touya took the day off, that would mean Fuyumi would have to take care of everything. Feeding Natsuo, helping him get dressed before their tutors arrived, checking if mom was awake and taking care of Shosho, and, if she wasn’t, making sure the toddler had everything he needed.
No. There was no way Touya was doing that to Fuyumi. He’d just have to hold himself straighter and make sure she knew he could handle it.
He definitely couldn’t give his father another reason to look at him as defective.
Touya focused on the feverish heat running through his body. He took several deep breathes, slowly shifting the heat from his head to his lungs, picturing it as a control exercise, before slowly breathing out a plume of flames. He had no mirror to check, but he figured that would make his face look less flushed.
Gathering ingredients for omurice, Touya moved with deliberate motions. As long as he didn’t move too fast, the room didn’t spin and his hands were steady. He was fine.
He kept his ears open as he mixed up the ingredients. Endeavor expected Rei to be cooking, but the days were she had the awareness and energy to do so were becoming less frequent. Touya liked to have everything on the table before their father came in to eat since he’d given Touya a disapproving stare and the few times he’d caught him and told him to get his mother; as if it wasn’t his own damn fault that his wife couldn’t take care of her damn kids herself.
No. Not now. Touya forced himself to take another deep breath, steam billowing out of his nose. He didn’t have the energy to pick a fight today. He just needed to make sure everyone was ready for the day, and push down his infernal weakness.
He heard Natsu grumbling in the hall but couldn’t make out his exact words. He had no trouble making out Fuyumi’s words as she dragged him into the kitchen, though. “Come on, Natsu.” She put a strange emphasis on the name, but maybe their little brother was just being especially stubborn today.
Which was strange. Even at five, Natsuo knew better than to disobey house rules, including being up early. Was he not feeling well?
Touya focused on Fuyumi towing Natsuo to the table by his arm and pushing him towards the seat. He grumbled something else Touya couldn’t make out but obediently sat. That wasn’t right. Making his way over to the table, Touya reached out to check his forehead, wondering if he was sick too when his brother jerked away.
Swallowing down the unexpected hurt at being rejected, Touya pushed on. His mother had mistaken him for his father before and while he couldn’t talk her down from it, he could talk to Natsu. “Hey little buddy, don’t worry. It’s just me.” He gave another reassuring smile, slowly reaching out again to touch his forehead. “See? Dad’s not here yet, it’s just Touya-nii.”
Natsuo stayed unusually still as Touya checked his temperature and he stamped down on the hurt. His brother was definitely too warm for his usual chill; this could be a high fever for him.
Touya kept his internal struggle to a small frown as he addressed his sister. “Fuyumi, can you go get the thermometer? I don’t think he’s feeling well.” Focusing on his little brother again, he gave a big smile. “Don’t worry Natsu-chan, Nii-chan will make it all better.”
Eyes wide, Natsuo gently pushed Touya’s hand away with the back of his hand. “I’m fine.”
His heart sunk at the rebuke in those two, small words. Was this where it started? Had he failed so badly that at five years old Natsuo was already hiding when he was hurt? Hiding from him? He knew he hadn’t protected Yumi properly, but she was only two years younger than him. He had promised that he would do better for Natsu, for Sho. He’d make sure they got the childhood they deserved, even if he was the only one to give it to them.
Was he so weak that his brother already knew he was unreliable?
No. No, that couldn’t be it. Natsuo copied him in all sorts of things, he was surely just copying his stubborn attitude now. But Touya wouldn’t have that. He knelt beside Natsuo’s seat and gently took took his hands, not letting him pull away even when he tried, brushing off the new pang as his brother held his thumbs as far away as possible – avoiding holding his hands back.
Touya waited until his brother locked eyes with him so he could be sure his brother understood exactly how serious he was. “Natsuo, listen to me. You don’t ever, ever, have to hide your pain from me. Whatever is going on, whether you’re sick or injured or just feeling sad, you can always come to me. I know we have to hide things from dad, but I will always be here for you. Do you understand?”
Natsuo nodded, eyes wide and still pulling his hands back. Touya gave them one last squeeze before giving his brother the requested space. He moved back to the stove, noting that his sister was still there. “Yumi, the thermometer?” He prompted.
She gave him a contemplative look for a moment before giving a fanged smirk. Fanged? Touya must be in worse shape than he thought. “Alright! But only if you take your temperature too!”
Touya frowned at her, both for the unusually cheery tone and for her trying to strike a deal with him. “No way. I run hot, I’ll burn through this quickly. There’s no reason to get a reading.”
Fuyumi frowned at him. “But you run cold. Your quirk runs hot, but your body likes to be cold.”
Ah man, when did his little sister get so smart? Time to pull out the big guns. He put his hands on his hips to make himself look bigger – a difficult task with his diminutive frame. “I’m the oldest so I know best.”
“You’re not that much older than me.” She pouted. Touya’s brow furrowed. He had never thought of the word ‘petulant’ in regards to his sister before, but apparently that was her mood today. He didn’t understand why she was fighting him instead of worrying about Natsu, but she could be stubborn if she thought he wasn’t taking care of himself.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m ten. You’re eight. That means I’m practically an adult and that means that you have to listen to me.”
Fuyumi exchanged a look with Natsua that Touya couldn’t decipher, his vision temporarily blurring, but he knew he’d won the argument as Fuyumi got up to fetch the thermometer.
“And check if mom’s awake. I want to know if I need to feed Shosho this morning.” He threw at her retreating back. Really, he doesn’t know what’s gotten into either of his siblings this morning. ‘At least cooking still makes sense.’ He mused to himself as he turned back to the stove.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Tomura was at a complete loss. When Toga had dragged him away from his team match – a match he was winning! – saying that Dabi was super sick and didn’t know who she was, he had thought she was exaggerating or that he was being pranked. He was sure it was some kind of prank when Toga said that she was being his sister, Yumi, and that Tomura needed to be his brother, Natsu.
Dabi didn’t give out even the tiniest breadcrumbs about his past, yet alone talk about his family or give out names.
So he was entirely unprepared for Dabi to stalk towards him with an enraged grimace, reaching out with a deadly hand for his head. He was even less prepared for the flash of hurt in turquoise eyes before the burnt bastard smiled and started speaking gently, reassuring him that, “Dad’s not here yet, it’s just Touya-nii.”
Holy fuck. His most mysterious party member’s backstory was being revealed on a fluke. This had to be some kind of secret event that Toga triggered. He was so floored that he didn’t stop Dabi from fucking checking him for a fever. Cold staples pushed against his forehead gently before Dabi, without taking his eyes off him, asked ‘Fuyumi’ to get the thermometer before giving Tomura what may have once been a reassuring smile but now looked like a manic grin as he tried to soothe Tomura saying, “Nii-chan will make it all better.”
Memories of his mother promising tomorrow would be better flashed in his mind’s eye. Nope. Not going there. Eyes wide, he carefully brushed his arsonist’s hand away with the back of his hand, telling him that he was fine. Dabi didn’t do touchy-feely. Dabi told people to fuck off and maybe tossed someone a granola bar if he was in a sharing mood.
Apparently Tomura had made the wrong move as Dabi looked absolutely devastated for a moment before kneeling down and trying to take Tomura’s hands. He tried to keep his hands away, tried to keep his guildmate from accidentally disintegrating himself with his quirk, but Dabi was having none of it. Pulling his thumbs back as far as he could, Tomura let Dabi hold the other four fingers, internally screaming for this to be over. He wasn’t a teammate killer and having Dabi accidentally dust himself while he was out of his mind was the last thing that Tomura wanted.
And then he started speaking. He held intense eye contact with Tomura as he all but demanded that ‘Natsuo’ not hide anything from him. It was all but a plea as he steadfastly promised that he would always be there for his little brother. It was a solemn vow.
Tomura could only nod dumbly as his thoughts flew into a frenzy.
What had happened? Had his siblings died? ‘Touya’ was clearly a dedicated big brother and the implications about hiding things from their father or their father not being there yet made Tomura’s stomach churn at the unfortunate implications. And stronger than the confusion was a flash of pained anger as he remembered his own older sibling, his sister, and how he could never think of a single moment of care from her that came anywhere close to this; always too busy running from their father’s wrath herself to spare a thought for him.
Dabi squeezed his hands one more time before heading back to the stove, chastising Toga to go get the thermometer.
Toga thought for a moment before cheerfully agreeing, but only if Dabi would take his temperature too. Tomura was relieved that he had such a competent underling. Dabi’s fever must be off the charts if he was this out of it and if they could treat him willingly, it would save them a lot of grief.
Something in Toga’s attitude must have been wrong, too unlike ‘Fuyumi’, because Dabi gave her an odd look before trying to brush her off saying that he’d just burn through his illness with his fire quirk. When Toga pointed out that he ran cold and wasn’t built for his own quirk, Dabi seriously pulled the ‘I’m older than you’ card.
This had to be some bizarre alternate reality because the burned bacon bitch was acting like a literal child – which, mentally, he probably was.
Toga pouted that Dabi wasn’t that much older than her which had Tomura glaring at her. She didn’t know if there was a big difference between ‘Touya’ and ‘Fuyumi’s’ ages and Tomura didn’t want to find out what Dabi would do if he found out someone was ‘disguising’ themselves as his beloved younger siblings. They caught a lucky break though as Dabi saw nothing wrong with this statement and responded with the mildly horrifying, “I’m ten. You’re eight. That means I’m practically an adult and that means that you have to listen to me.”
Holy shit.
Holy mother fucking shit.
There’s no way those were the natural actions of a ten year old. Tomura had thought he was a teenager and that Natsuo at least pretty young, judging from how Dabi treated him. But ten?
The two coherent League members exchanged a troubled look at this bombshell. What the hell kind of ten year old ignored his own sickness to cook breakfast and check on his younger siblings while trying to hide everything from their father? One with a damn shitty childhood, that’s for sure.
And then he asked Toga to check if their mother was awake so he knew if he needed to feed ‘Shosho’, returning to cooking like he hadn’t just implied that on top of everything else, he might spend his day looking after a fucking baby.
What was wrong with his mother? Clearly this went beyond her just sleeping in; especially if their father had a strict breakfast time for the family. Was she ill? Incapacitated?
Not important.
Tomura shoved all these questions out of his head as he tried to think of a way to knock out his fire mage until he felt better. This felt like cheating. Like he had glitched into a cut scene he wasn’t supposed to see. Tomura knew that he’d have to earn Dabi’s trust in order to unlock his back story but instead ‘Touya’ was spilling all his secrets as he cooked his own brain.
He’d just have to wait for Toga to come back. The annoying girl by far had the best social skills in the League and she had been reading the situation well so far. As Dabi kindly asked if he wanted ketchup on his omurice, Tomura internally screamed for Toga to come back and resolve the situation.
~*~*~*~*~
Hmm…
What to do?
When Dabi had first patted her head and said good morning, Himiko had been confused. Pleased, but confused. He was swaying a little and kept touching the counter like it was hard to keep his balance, so she asked if he was ok. Then he had given her a positively ghastly grin, claiming that he would cook all the food thoroughly so he wouldn’t get the rest of them sick.
At that point Himiko had been worried.
Dabi was flushed and clearly not thinking straight. So she told him to go to bed only to be blindsided by exactly how out of it he was. “Yumi, what are you saying? You know no one’s allowed to be in bed past 6:30.”
Oh.
Wow.
Then Dabi had told her to go get ‘Natsu’ before ‘Dad’ noticed he wasn’t up on time.
Ok. That was a lot she knew Dabi would never normally tell them. It was easy to figure out that ‘Yumi’ and ‘Natsu’ were Dabi’s younger siblings and that disobeying ‘Dad’ was a bad thing; even if it meant getting up at the completely unreasonable hour of 6:30.
So Himiko did the smart thing and dragged Shiggy into it. He was the third youngest member of the League and if she dragged in Spinner Dabi would definitely notice something was wrong. Dabi wanted a little brother? She would bring him a little brother.
Plus he was the boss! He had to know what was going on!
Also, she wanted to see where this could go.
Dabi never talked about himself. It was one of the unspoken facts of the League. Shigaraki could only discuss strategy if he treated it like a video game, everyone filled in for Jin if he was having a bad day and couldn’t go on a mission, and the most personal information anyone had about Dabi was that he didn’t eat fish.
And for a moment, it was fun.
She always knew Dabi had big brother vibes! She had successfully bullied him into braiding her hair once and he didn’t just do messy braids, he did French braids! That took skill and practice. So either Dabi had a little sister, or he had a secret desire to become a hairdresser.
Dabi checking Shiggy for a fever was hilarious. Right up until Shiggy tried to brush him off and Dabi had looked absolutely devastated. Himiko had never seen him express a feeling that strong that wasn’t mania or rage, but the mix of negative emotions pouring off of him smelled worse than his cigarettes.
Then he had almost dusted himself as he desperately tried to reassure ‘Natsuo’ that he could always come to his big brother. His tone may have been stead fast and reassuring, but his scent was close to heart broken. Apparently taking care of his siblings was Touya’s reason for living.
Himiko would have laughed at Shiggy’s shell-shocked expression if the whole exchange wasn’t so damn bizarre.
Satisfied that he had gotten his point across, Dabi moved back to the stove but not without asking her, ‘Fuyumi’, to go get the thermometer again. Himiko got a brilliant idea and cheekily said that she’d only do that if ‘Touya’ took his own temperature – it had to be through the roof for him to be this out of it!
Dabi shot her a look which Himiko quickly connected to her exuberance. Message received. ‘Fuyumi’ is more toned down. Himiko could do that.
Then Dabi started spewing complete bullshit about burning through his fever, like that wouldn’t compromise his poor health even further. When Himiko, much more subdued, pointed out that he ran cold and that’s why he had problems with his quirk, Dabi had seriously pulled the ‘I’m older’ card.
Oh this was way too good to pass up.
Dabi had always had big brother vibes under all the sarcasm and apathy and Toga had always wanted to have a silly argument like this. She would totally pull the ‘I’m not that much younger’ card (even though she didn’t really know Yumi’s age in relation to Dabi) and then he would say something like, ‘That just means you’re more annoying’ and then she would say, ‘But you love me anyway!’ And since Dabi was being all soft right now, he’d agree!
Except, Dabi said he was ten.
When Himiko was ten, even though her parents didn’t like her, they still cooked meals for her (even though it lacked the blood she craved) and took care of her when she was sick.
Why was Dabi doing this at ten? Everyone knew Dabi came from the streets and while no one knew where he came from before that, it had been speculated that he came from a bad home. Everything he had been saying just proved it. And Dabi, Touya, was so caring and gentle. Where did he learn that if his dad was so mean? His mother? But if he learned it from her, why was Dabi taking care of his siblings? Where was she?
Himiko exchanged a sad look with Shiggy, anger and a touch of panic looking back at her. No ten year old was “practically an adult”, but in Touya’s world, he probably was.
So Himiko got up to fetch the thermometer. Dabi hadn’t said he wouldn’t check his temperature if she brought it and she’d take what she could get. Except, he threw another curve ball at her as she reached the hall. “And check if mom’s awake. I want to know if I need to feed Shosho this morning.”
Which led to now, with Himiko grabbing their (hopefully working) thermometer and some cold medicine. If Dabi had a mom, why was he taking care of his siblings? If they had a strict wake up time, why was their mother exempt? Except, it didn’t sound like she wouldn’t get up, but more like she couldn’t. Dabi had seemed resigned to taking care of ‘Shosho’ (so cute!) in their mother’s place. Was she sick? Injured? Was Touya making breakfast unusual?
But, he seemed so natural at taking care of them…
Questions later. For now, Himiko needed to decide what to say.
Obviously, she didn’t have anyone to play ‘Mom’, but Dabi might ask where she is if Himiko said she was awake and she definitely didn’t have a baby to be ‘Shosho’.
The other problem was ‘Dad’. Himiko scowled as she slowly started walking back, buying herself time. Dabi was on edge and said that he couldn’t go back to bed because ‘Dad’ wouldn’t allow it. The easiest thing to do would say that ‘Dad’ was at work so Dabi could go to bed, but she didn’t know how believable that would be. She didn’t want Dabi figuring out that things weren’t how he thought they should be. He had a hair trigger on bad days and a temper that burned as hot as his quirk. He didn’t like directing it at them – Himiko had seen the regret wash over him the few times he had – but he also couldn’t help himself sometimes.
He was damaged. Just like the rest of them. And today they were going to take care of him.
Possibly for the first time in his life.
The thought made her sad but she pushed it aside. It was little sister time!
“Mom’s up. She’s taking care of Shosho.” She said cheerfully, but not exuberantly. ‘Fuyumi’ wasn’t high energy.
Dabi looked over his shoulder and gave her a steely look. “And you checked, that she knows it’s Shouto, and not one of us?”
Oh.
Mental illness.
No wonder Dabi was taking care of his siblings and no wonder he was always so patient with Twice: Dabi had grown up taking care of his own mother. This just got sadder and sadder. “Yes, she knows it’s Shouto.”
Apparently satisfied with her answer, Dabi nodded and turned back to the stove, asking, “Do you want ketchup on your omurice?”
Hell yes! Big brother Dabi was in full swing! Normally Himiko would have to pester Dabi for hours to cook for her and he was a really good cook! “Yes, please!” She wouldn’t normally say please, but ‘Fuyumi’ seemed like the polite type and Himiko really, really didn’t want this to end. Retaking her seat next to Shiggy, she passed him the thermometer with a simple, “Here you go.”
They made eye contact and she tilted her head towards Dabi in a silent hint. He wasn’t the most socially aware, but he could be stubborn and hopefully, that would work in their favor. Himiko knew he didn’t want to play along with this charade and the genuine care and support Dabi had poured onto him had made the NEET deeply uncomfortable. So, if she had hinted correctly, Shiggy should say:
“Touya first.”
Score!
Himiko absolutely nailed that. Granted, Shiggy sounded petulantly angry, but Dabi wasn’t paying attention to details anyway – he was even overlooking the blood splatter in her hair! Really, that should have been a dead giveaway that she wasn’t his innocent, eight year old sister.
Dabi sighed as he brought over an absolutely scrumptious looking plate of omurice with a red snowflake drawn on top. She snapped a picture to taunt Dabi with later and dug in while watching the absolutely fabulous breakfast show. Dabi was focusing all his attention on ‘Natsuo’ again. He was glowering at Shiggy with a look that Himiko assumed was concern, just ill expressed on Dabi’s scarred face. “Natsu-chan, I have a fire quirk. Thermometers aren’t a good measure for whether or not I’m sick.”
Shiggy glared his delusional subordinate down, clearly detesting at being treated like a child. “You first.” He repeated.
This was better than television.
And with that thought, Himiko set her phone to record video and leaned it against the bowl someone left sitting around. She wasn’t sure she got a great angle, but she couldn’t take a lot of time to fiddle with it unless she wanted them to notice and destroy her phone entirely (and she hadn’t backed-up her latest blackmail yet!)
Dabi sighed but stuck the thermometer under his tongue. “This isn’t going to prove anything.”
“You’re supposed to keep your mouth shut.” Himiko very helpfully contributed.
This earned her a disgruntled look and her hair being messed up, but Dabi did as she said and letthe thermometer work. Himiko really hoped that hair ruffle made it into the video.
The food was delicious and Himiko doubled down on bugging Dabi to cook more often. It was never anything fancy and she didn’t think he could do gourmet, but there was something about how Dabi put ingredients together that just tasted better. Himiko decided it was love which is why he didn’t cook for the rest of them that often – he didn’t like to admit that he cared.
With a sharp beep-beep the thermometer finished and Dabi dragged it out to show an absolutely mind blowing 42.3.
Holy shit.
That was brain melting temperatures, even on someone like Dabi. No wonder he was so completely out of it.
Shiggy stared at the damning number before shoving the cold medicine forward. “Take it.”
Dabi shook his head. “It’s fine. I have to get ready for training.”
Himiko pouted at him and made a snap decision. “But Dad’s not here. You don’t have to train today.” It was a leap of faith assuming that a) their father is who Dabi would be training with and b) he had the type of job where he would go in early. She was also hoping that with his father gone Dabi might relax and take care of himself.
Dabi scowled at her with pinched brows in an expression that was probably supposed to look like confusion and not anger. “He isn’t in the middle of a big case… Did he get called in for a raid?”
It struck like lightning that Dabi’s father was a hero and with how much he hated Endeavor, it wasn’t hard to figure out which one. Himiko wanted to sink her knife into the new number one, not to make him pretty, but because he didn’t deserve to live. She wanted to slice off his child abusing hands, just like they did to Overhaul and drag him through the streets.
But that was Dabi’s revenge and he’d always made it very clear that no one gets to kill Endeavor but him.
“I don’t know. But that means you can sleep.” Toga lightly insisted.
Dabi shook his head again. “All the more reason I can’t take a break. I have to get better.”
Shiggy, getting annoyed, had started scratching his neck. “You’re sick. You’ll get better if you rest.” He spits it out through grit teeth, but Toga is very proud of him for not swearing!
“Heroes don’t rest, Natsu. Heroes always stand tall, even to the end.” Dabi gave a crooked grin that looked anything but heroic. His words were slurred, he was leaning on the table so he didn’t fall over, and he was sweating. That wasn’t even touching the absolutely bizarre admission that Dabi wanted to be a hero. Or at least, felt that he had to be to please his abusive, overbearing father. What sort of ten year old says things like this? He should be thrilled to have a day off!
Well, time to pull out the big guns. “You’re teaching Natsu-chan bad habits.”
Himiko could feel Shiggy’s derisive glare on the side of her face as he hissed, as quietly as possible, “The fuck?”
But Dabi looked taken aback so she kept pushing. “Dad is setting a bad example by pushing too hard. If you want Natsu-chan to take care of himself, then you have to take care of yourself, too.” It was childish logic, but she was arguing with a ten year old and he’d already shown that Natsuo being taken care of was a top priority.
Dabi looked like he was having an internal meltdown at the idea of setting a bad example (something he probably worked hard not to do). He was a really good big brother. Toga hoped that Fuyumi and Natsuo and Shouto knew how lucky they were. He’s Toga’s big brother now.
Looking Shiggy dead in the eye, Dabi decided to strike a deal. “If I take the medicine and take a nap, will you do the same?”
Shiggy looked like he was swallowing a lemon as he stiffly agreed. “Yes.”
Dabi nodded solemnly and reached for the cold medicine. He read the instructions and filled two glasses with water. Hands down, this was absolutely the most bizarre part of the entire experience. Dabi, Mr. ‘Just-let-me-shoot-up-with-heroin-and-swallow-a-handful-of-vicadin’, was following directions for medication. And, she had to hold back a laugh as he took two for himself and gave ‘Natsuo’ one, giving Shiggy the children’s dose.
The boss looked almost offended but held his tongue and swallowed the pill. Dabi did the same, put their used water glasses in the sink, and then rounded the table to put a hand on Shiggy’s shoulder. “Come on, nap time.”
It hit Toga that Dabi was one hundred percent planning on tucking ‘Natsuo’ into bed. Apparently Shiggy reached the same conclusion as his face paled. Oh man, he must hate this so much!
Restraining herself to only a small giggle, Toga intervened. “I’ll take care of Natsuo. You go take your own nap.”
Dabi stared her down for a moment before shuffling off. Once he was down the hall, Toga couldn’t hold back any more and started cackling, completely ignoring Shiggy as he yelled at her to shut up.