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You cared about the League and all of its members, and you hoped they realised and appreciated that because, if you didn't, you wouldn't even think about answering Kurogiri's phone call at 4am requesting your assistance.
Apparently, Shigaraki and a few grunts had gotten messed up at a raid and he was now bed bound with bandages all over his body. When will he ever be careful? You already knew the grim answer to that, yet you still questioned it.
Stepping through one of Kurogiri's portals, he greeted you and started walking you to Shigaraki's room.
"So, why am I here? Doesn't he usually want to be left alone after things go downhill?"
"Shigaraki asked for you specifically," Kurogiri spoke, "He seems to have taken a liking to you."
You almost tripped over nothing as your mind reeled. Sure, you and Shigaraki seemed to get along reasonably well compared to the others, but hearing it said out loud flustered you.
A brief knock on Shigaraki's door granted you access to his room as Kurogiri thanked you and left to tend to other matters.
Walking in, you saw him covered in bandages, some cleaner than others. The thought of what could have messed him up this bad made you shudder.
"...You okay?" You asked, slightly uncomfortable with his silence.
"No," he mumbled weakly. "I feel gross but Kurogiri wouldn't let me move by myself. Something about wounds reopening."
"I see," you approached him and smiled gently. "I can help you change your bandages if you want."
Shigaraki looked away from you, staring intently at the wall. "I'd need to get clean first. They'll just get dirty again if not."
"Can I help you with that, then?" You could have sworn a flush spread across Shigaraki's face. "I don't mind, if I did then I wouldn't be here."
He must be exhausted because instead of the usual snark, he just huffed and nodded. You chuckled and helped him sit up carefully.
Wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder, you helped him walk to the bathroom. He sat on a shower stool as you started to run the bath.
"Can I take a look at your bandages?" You asked gently. He seems so vulnerable, the only thing on your mind is to care for him.
"Yeah, just... be careful," you smiled and started to slowly remove his bandages, revealing the painful wounds underneath.
"Is this ok? Does anything hurt?" Looking at his face for any sign of discomfort, he mumbled an 'it's fine' and let you return to your work.
After removing all of the bandages and gauze, you finished running the bath. Checking the temperature, you looked over at Shigaraki.
"The bath's ready, you okay to get in by yourself?" You begin gathering the various products scattered around the bathroom as you heard Shigaraki step into the bath.
Looking over, you saw him sitting with his knees against his chest. He was blushing and staring into the water, avoiding eye contact with you. You sat on the edge of the bath tub, using one hand to tilt back his head and the other scooping up warm water and gently pouring it over his messy hair.
Shigaraki almost seemed to lean into your touch as you washed his hair, carefully detangling any knots you found along the way. You began humming to fill the silence, and you could have sworn you saw him relax as you finished cleaning his hair.
"Do you want me to help you clean the rest of you?" Shigaraki tensed up and turned away from you, mumbling something about doing it himself.
He seemed flustered by your blunt kindness, but not resistant. After gathering some new bandages, you placed a towel on the heater as you left him to his devices.
A few moments later, Shigaraki emerged from the bathroom wrapped up in the warm towel. You smiled warmly at him, sitting on his bed and patting the space beside you.
"Can I brush your hair? I brought a hairbrush that should be pretty good for getting out knots." Shigaraki flopped down next to you, nodding tiredly as you turned to comb through his damp hair.
"Your hair is really soft," you said warmly, earning you a content sigh as he leaned his back against your chest.
After brushing his hair, you began helping him bandage his wounds, your gentle touch causing Shigaraki's face to flush bright red as your fingers brushed against his warm skin.
"That should be all of the wounds taken care of." Placing a pile of clean clothes next to him, you faced away as Shigaraki got dressed.
You help him get into bed and turn to leave, not wanting to over stay your welcome. A weak grasp on your shirt stops you in your tracks.
"...Stay here?" Shigaraki mumbled, he sounded so tired, you couldn't help but smile fondly as you turn and sit on the edge of his bed.
"Of course," you say, running your fingers through his soft hair, "I'll stay for ask long as you want."