The door creaks after a faint knock from Shigiraki. He stands in place for a moment, letting out a shaky breath as he looks over your small form. You look so frail, curled up like that on the mattress, blankets wrapped around you. “God, you look awful,” Shigiraki spits, looking at you with mild irritation. Somehow, you look paler, and the way Dabi’s clothes hang around you isn’t helping the whole sickly appearance either. Quietly, the door clicks behind him as he approaches your bedside. “Dabi’s not here, I’m only here cause I owe your brother, alright?”

He grumbles, setting down a glass of ice water and some soup, the dishes making a clinking sound. “Could hear you groaning from a mile away, these walls are too damn thin.” There’s a pause between the two of you that’s tense, broken only by the sound of your coughing. You seem like you’re ready to puke the way you keep jerking around. “You should get some fluids, drink up.” Stubbornly, he tells you, also handing you a small bowl, typically used for popcorn. Just in case, you do end up puking, god forbid. Sure, he’ll insist he was forced to watch you, but the blush rising on Tomura’s cheeks says otherwise.