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The tension in the bar was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Specifically the one Toga was probably holding in her hand.
It was 10am, and most of the members of the League were slowly waking up, lazing around the bar and otherwise relaxing on the couch in the corner or at a booth.
That is, until Toga walked in.
The moment they all saw the expression on her face everyone was immediately on guard. She had shuffled in, letting out soft groans of pain here and there. She had a thick blanket wrapped around her tiny frame, fuzzy socks sliding against the wooden flooring. Her buns were a worse mess than usual, and the look in her eyes outright
dared
anyone to even
remotely
rub her the wrong way.
“Kurogiri. Water.” She demanded, voice raspy with sleep.
Needless to say Kurogiri quickly complied. After gulping down the entire glass in one go, Toga unceremoniously shuffled back down the hall into her room. Everyone let out a breath they didn’t know they had been holding.
“That was the most murderous I’ve ever seen her.” Spinner piped up, pointing out the obvious.
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About a half an hour later, the peace had been once again interrupted by a high-pitched scream that did not belong to Toga, but was unmistakably Tomura’s.
Everyone turned to Dabi, who was stretched out across the couch, completely ignoring everything. Twice cleared his throat, barely catching Dabi’s attention. The screaming continued distantly.
“Ah-
hem.
” Twice tried again.
Dabi glanced over at him lazily. “What?”
“What? What do you mean ‘what?’ Dude, I think your boyfriend is getting murdered in his own room right now, aren’t you… worried or something?”
Dabi spared a glance back at the hallway, shrugging. “He screams like that all the time. It’s probably a video game or someth—“
“AHH! TOGA, I SWEAR, I DON’T HAVE WHAT YOU WANT—PLEASE PUT THE KNIFE AWAY!”
“Goddamnit.” Dabi sighs, prying himself off of the couch and momentarily stopping at the bar. He makes eye contact with Kurogiri, “if you have chamomile tea, make a cup of it. Then wait for my signal” He states this as if he’s giving orders for a mission. Without any further banter, he saunters down the hall to Tomura’s room, where the racket of the two high pitched screams persist.
“COME ON, HANDYMAN, I KNOW YOU’VE GOT SOME KIND OF PAIN MEDS IN HERE, COUGH ‘EM UP!”
Abruptly, Dabi slams the door open, and is met with the scene of Tomura pinned against the far wall with a butterfly knife at his throat. His crimson eyes meet Dabi’s in a mix of pure terror and relief. Toga whirls around, looking about ready to slice through Tomura’s jugular. Dabi knows Tomura could easily just disintegrate the knife, but Toga is surprisingly quicker than the skinny man. It wouldn’t end well.
Dabi scrubs a hand down his face. “Toga, can you please quit threatening my boyfriend with the aspect of bleeding out? What do you need? Pain medication? I’ve got some. Just leave Tomura alone, geez.”
Toga narrowed her eyes, slowly lowering the knife. Tomura held his breath. Dabi rolled his eyes and started walking towards his room. He could hear her following after him, leaving a petrified Tomura alone in his room to gasp for air.
The two of them entered Dabi’s room, and he went to rummage through one of his drawers full of pharmaceuticals he’d shoplifted over the years. The familiar sound of rattling bottles filled the room until he stopped at one, picking it up. He squinted at the label. Men… something… relief. That can’t be it. He was about to put it back before Toga snatched it from his hand. “Hey, what the f—“
“MIDOL!” Toga sounded like she had just discovered the Holy Grail. She turned to Dabi. “I’m not gonna even ask why you have this because of how grateful I am.”
“Oh, so that’s what that is. I thought it was… actually, you know what? It doesn’t matter. There you go you little gremlin. Now quit harassing everyone.”
He was about to walk out of the room and back to the couch, but a tug on the back of his shirt stopped him. When he turned around, Toga was looking at him with big, round eyes. A small smile tugging at her mouth.
“You’re warm.”
Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Thank you, captain obvious. Yeah, what about it—ah!”
With a surprising amount of strength, Toga tugs Dabi forward, catching him off balance, causing him to topple over onto his bed. Before he could even make a move to sit up, Toga was on top of him—brandishing her favorite butterfly knife.
“Try to shove me off and I’ll stab you.”
Dabi sighed heavily and accepted his defeat, feeling all fight leave his body. It was a little hard to breath because toga was sitting on his chest.
“Kurogiri!” Dabi called out. Toga looked like she was about to pull her knife back out on Dabi before he held his hands up placatingly. A small warp gate of black mist formed just to Dabi’s left. Without hesitation, he stuck his hand in, felt a mug be carefully placed in his grip, and pulled it back out. The smell of camomile and honey filled his nostrils. He gingerly offered it to Toga.
She looked like she was about to cry for a moment. When she didn’t, she opened the bottle of Midol and popped two pills in her mouth, then swallowed them down with a gulp of tea. She sighed happily.
“How did you know—“
“My sister… I would help her out a lot during these… times. I knew that camomile helped her a lot so I… yeah.” Toga made a soft sound of acknowledgement, taking a few more sips of the tea.
Dabi wheezed again when Toga shifted on him, twisting to set the tea down on the nightstand. Then, she flopped down right on top of him, limbs splayed out.
“Oof—what the hell are you doing?”
“You’re warm. Warmth helps.” She sighed and made herself comfortable.
“There’s no way I’m getting out of this, is there?”
He heard the sound of the knife flicking out again.
“Nope.”