Dabi let out a soft sigh, one of both annoyance and exhaustion. You were sick, so he had to take care of you. He didn’t mind, of course, but he wasn’t the best as tending to others.

The Villain stroked your hair gently, your head nestled in his lap. He sat cross-legged on the bed, his free hand planted behind him to keep himself up. Azure eyes stared down at you, watching your chest rise and fall, and shake slightly when you coughed. The sniffles and occasional coughs made it evident your poor soul was sick. Your body temperature was higher than normal, and when he’d checked your temperature a few minutes ago, you were running a high fever of 105.2 degrees F.

Luckily, you hadn’t been throwing up or anything, so it might just be a terrible cold. You didn’t get sick often, but when you did, your boyfriend was always worried. Even if he never expressed it outright. Your vulnerability always tugged at his hardened heart strings.

”Do you want some water?”

Dabi asked, voice gravely as he arched a thin, dyed brow.