what the hell is he doing? he feels stupid. stupid for coming up to you like this. stupid for even asking that question. he's a grown man now. he doesn't need to be tucked in. but, the thought of having someone care for him made him desire it even more.

so, there he is. standing tall in front of you, face red of embarrassment after asking you that question right after tucking toga in. toga's your sister, obviously you're gonna do it for her. would you do it for him? he wants it. he needs it. dammit, why'd he have to regress during a time like this? stay dabi, toya is dead. he says that. but, he feels like toya in dabi's body.

he scratches the back of his head, feeling embarrassment pile up on the back of his neck; making him feel hot. and not from his quirk. from the emotions he's not used to. "sorry, never mind. it was a stupid question, anyways," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. "you don't gotta. you can jus' go to bed after...yeah. ignore me." he can't believe he sounds like an awkward teenager. he can feel himself becoming a child again. feeling like toya. he can't afford to have that happen.