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He’s shaking, badly. In a way that does not relate to his severe nerve damage. There’s a high-pitched whistle ringing in his ears, muffling whatever the League is trying to say to him in the middle of panicking.
Dabi was barely waking up, asleep on a bean bag for a few hours after a successful mission when Toga called him- she-
“Good Morning Mr. Sleepyhead!”
Someone- a gray and black gloved hand- tries to touch his shoulder, only to pull away quickly in response to his flinching and his too hot skin. He pulls away as well, scrambling backwards until he hits the brick wall.
His vision is blurred but he tries to look up, guessing what she looks like, blonde hair in buns, eyes tearing up and the feeling of guilt in her gut. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t know. She couldn’t know .
He laughs a little in distress, mouth looking more like a grimace than a panicked smile, the staples around his mouth pulling and hurting. He thinks Compress tries to touch him with his prosthetic hand, only to take it away like the others when his glove melts and the metal starts to heat up.
“Oi, Dabi.”
One of his hands finds his own head and in a frenzy, he grabs a few strands of hair and starts pulling at it.
“That’s gotta hurt. Let him! ”
A misty hand grabs his own, keeping him from tugging harder at his own locks. When he looks up, warm yellow eyes- or is it what is made to look like eyes, right? Because Kurogiri is a Nomu, like he almost- like- He-.
“Dabi, breathe.”
But he can't, he can't, he can't .
“Good Morning Mr. Sleepyhead!”
He shakes off the Nomu’s hand -Kurogiri. Not Nomu. He’s your friend, not Nomu. Not, not, NOT.- but he can’t, because the misted man keeps on grabbing him while trying to calm him down.
Without the pain from his hand, he reels back with force, his head hits the wall with a ‘thump!’ that has almost everyone in the room getting close with worry. They haven’t seen him doing anything like this ever.
He does it again and again and again , until a hand with scales finds its place between the wall and Dabi’s head, softening the strike.
“Oi, idiot. Stop that.”
Shigaraki’s voice is scratchy but clear with worry, he finds it sickenly sweet how much they care about this living corpse he resides in. He shakes his head fast, making him dizzy.
“No, nonononononono….” He trails off, bobbing his head from side to side until he feels his motion sickness act up. “I can’t- I- I need-” He tries to sit up and falls to the side, another pair of hands grab him, preventing the fall.
“What do you need Dabi?” The Nomu asks calmly- Kurogiri asks- It-.
“Safe-” He takes a shaky breath. “I can’t go-”
“Go where?” Shigaraki- Tomura, Tomura, Tomura- Not Shigaraki, never Shigaraki- asks.
“They- There-” He feels like throwing up. “The Doctor-” He wheezes.
“You… Want the doctor? ” Spinner asks, confused. They all are. Himiko hasn’t talked yet but she’s close by, he can feel it.
“NO! No doctor, no- please no- he-” He panics, blue flames spark and the ones holding him let him go with such a dangerous threat.
“Did the doc-” A punch on Tomura’s shoulder interrupts him, Spinner looks at the man with a pointed look, signaling To- Dabi’s panic at the word ‘Doctor’. The light haired man takes a breath before speaking again. “Did he do something to you, Dabi?”
Tomura crouches near him, along with Kurogiri. Close but far enough to not be engulfed in flames as well.
Kurogiri tries to calm him, whispering soft words till his fire dies down.
“He- the kids- the sun- please don’t- sleepy-”
“Good Morning Mr. Sleepyhead!”
Understanding crosses Spinner’s mind at the last words. Without the danger, he crouches nearby as well.
“Is this about what Himiko called you?” At his nod, Spinner grabs his free hand -the one Kurogiri isn’t holding- and with his thumb starts caressing it, mindful of his staples. “Okay, she- we won’t call you that, okay?”
“Please.” His voice is hoarse from the panic, the burning, everything.
“It’s okay man, now let's all calm down. Toga-chan, Twice, will you grab us a glass of water please? And something light to eat as well.”
They go away to the bar and the others look back at Dabi.
“Let’s get you up to the sofa, okay Dabi?” Spinner squeezes his hand and with Kurogiri, they pull him up and hold him steady. His knees feel weak and he can barely stand.
“No Dabi- No Shiga-” He can’t even finish that name without hiccuping-. “Not now.” His voice is still a whisper, but they all agree to not say that with softs ‘yes’ or nods. He’s led to the sofa, where Tomura sits beside him when Kurogiri goes away to accompany Himiko and Jin.
Toga comes back happier with Twice in tow, what they were asked for is in their hands and the glass has a straw in it, along with a few ice cubes, probably courtesy of the misted man. God knows how much his limbs hurt and shake to be able to hold a glass without dropping it, and the ice will be good for him.
His body’s temperature goes down by the time he finishes with the water, the ice cubs are easily chewed at, the pain of the cold being enough to ground him.
He feels small, his jacket was taken off by one of his friends and now he’s surrounded in light and soft blankets, meant to comfort him. He thinks they’re Toga’s, considering the childish designs.
The League talks about whatever they can think of, trying their best at normalcy while shooting worried looks at him. He pretends he can’t see them and pulls at the staples on his face absent mindlessly, which calms his anxiety just enough.
Himiko is quick to sense the strong smell of blood and iron, warning Tomura about the tugging. The guy immediately grabs his hands, letting him play with his own palms instead of damaging himself any further.
When he’s calm enough, he moves a little and opens his mouth with a grimace, catching the group’s attention.
“I think I pulled a few staples.”
“WHAT.”
“OH. MY. GOD.”
“Oh, that was the iron-y smell I felt!”
“I'll go grab the first aid kit.”
“Are you okay?! Suffer! ”