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Dabi wakes up to Toga jumping on his bed.
“Dabi, Dabi, Dabi!”
She reminds him of his siblings, the days when they still had the courage to sneak into one another’s rooms, which of course can only mean one thing.
“Five more minutes.” He groans, rolling over and tucking his face into his pillow. He was not ready to deal with a regressed Toga at whatever horrendous hour of the morning it must be right now. “Go bother someone else.” He waves her off lazily.
“But you said not to!”
Why in the world would past him say that? Clearly past Dabi didn’t want present Dabi to get any sleep.
Dabi thinks about it.
Chances are she’ll go to Shigaraki or Spinner and that can only go one of two ways.
Spinner arming a mentally four year old with a knife… or Shigaraki dusting something and then dealing with a sobbing child. Either way it means more work for the fire user.
“Alright. You convinced me. I’m up.”
“Yay!” Toga cheers, because like always she’s gotten her way. Dabit mentally scolds himself for being a pushover when it comes to the younger league member.
He half carries, half drags the regressor up with him. Toga giggles, making no move to actually walk on her own.
“You’re heavy.” The elder complains just for the sake of it.
“Am not!”
Dabi rolls his eyes. “Go get dressed,” he pushes her out of the doorway and towards her own room. He wasn’t kidding when he said he needs five minutes to try and wake up himself.
“Kay, bu’ you’re not gonna go back to bed, are you?”
“No. Not if you don’t get distracted playing dolls like last time.”
“I won’t!” And with that Toga bounds down the hallway and Dabi goes back to his to change.
She comes back ten minutes later wearing an oversized pink sweater and matching red skirt, leg warmers and a plethora of bangled jewelry. Dabit studies her for a moment, decides that he outfit is at least acceptable enough that he doesn’t need to step in and choice something for her and leaves it be.
Her hair on the other hand is something else. It’s tied in her usually buns only messier than normal, and that’s saying something.
“Come here.”
He redoes the regressor’s hair to the best of his ability. It’s not perfect, but at the very least it’s less likely to fall out as quickly as before.
“T’ank you!” Toga says, hugging Dabi around the middle and grinning up at him.
He gives her a small smile for her efforts, patting the top of the younger’s head. “You’re welcome.”
“Up?”
“Sure kiddo.”
They go downstairs to get breakfast. Something Dabi forgets on a good day, but he’s going to try and set a better example for the regressor. Something about routine being good for children. Dabi doesn’t know, thinks that he’s heard it from somewhere but can’t exactly recall where. Maybe from one of those parenting books Twice had been so keen on reading when they first found out Toga regressed. It had to be that; he certainly didn’t have the picturesque childhood to go off of when it came to all of these things.
The only thing he can manage to make that won’t be completely burnt to a crisp is scrambled eggs. If someone else was up and around to help keep the little one distracted, he might attempt pancakes, but for just the two of them it was eggs or nothing.
“’Abi! I do!” Toga said, reaching out with grabby hands when her caregiver started whisking the eggs.
“Absolutely not princess.”
She whined miserably, as though Dabi was keeping her from eating rather than keeping her from making a mess. She didn’t have the time to stay pouting at him for long, the eggs cooking and being served within a matter of minutes.
Dabi reasoned that cleaning duty could be left to Kurogiri, after all it gave the mist man something other than already sparkling glasses to tidy.
He took a seat next to Toga, watching as the little happily dug into her breakfast, adding far, far too much sauce onto her eggs than what should be palatable.
“Why not eatin’?” Toga asks. She holds out fork full of scrambled egg towards the mentally older as though to solve this issue.
“That better be ketchup.” Dabi says, leaning away from the red covered food. Toga giggles.
“It is.”
“Why would you put that much ketchup?! Can you even taste anything other than ketchup?!”
Her laughter just increases. Clearly, she finds this amusing. Dabi is appalled although most of it is put on for his little one’s entertainment.
She finishes her food with little prompting, pushing the plate away once done.
“Can we go play wif Shiggy’s games?” Toga asks, swinging her feet idlily.
“Tempting.” He pretended to think about it. “But no.”
The little pouts.
“Do hair?”
“But I just did yours before breakfast.”
“Oh.” Now it’s her turn to pause, humming to herself as she thinks. “Then can I do your hair?”
He…he will allow that.
“Sure.” And it’s completely worth it to see the smile that break across Toga’s face.
“Wait ‘ere! Gonna go get my stuffs!”
Toga’s arms are filled when she returns, coming back with hair ties and brushes, along with a few other items Dabi did not agree to. Bottles of nail polish and makeup pallets, along with bows and clips.
“P’ease?” Toga asks, eyes shining and Dabi wants to say that he’ll tell her no.
He doesn’t.
Instead not only is his hair tied back with cute charms and mini bows, but his nails get painted in sporadic pattern of cyan and bubble gum pink.
“Ah yes, because this will surely scare off the heroes.” He says, ever so sarcastically watching Toga as she works.
The little just giggles.
Their peace is momentarily shattered halfway through Toga’s now dubbed ‘beauty parlor.’
“It is 8 in the morning, what the hell are you two doing up?”
“And thus, our fearless leader shows his face before noon. I’m shocked.” Dabi drawls just as sarcastically.
“Shiggy!” Toga cheers.
Shigaraki pauses, eyeing the two, most likely taking in the observed appearance his two league members make. “Toga’s small.” He says, after several long seconds worth of thought.
“Good observation handsy.”
“Shut up!”
The regressor grows bored of the two older boy’s arguing. She’s finished with Dabi’s makeover, so in her mind Shigaraki came at just the right time.
“Shiggy, come ‘ere please?”
And their leader must really still be half asleep if he can’t predict what was about to happen. Because the moment he sat down Toga’s expression turned absolutely gleeful.
“Shiggy’s turn!”
“Oh hell no. Absolutely not! Get Twice to do this fuc-fu-fluffing stuff with you.” Dabi snorts the other’s attempt at censoring, which earns him a glare he pointedly ignores.
“Who knew the feared league of villains leader would be taken down by a mentally six year old.” Dabi says, watching Toga and giving her a couple suggestions on the colors she should paint Shigaraki’s nails.
He smacks his head down on the counter in front of him. “Too early to put up with this. Fine. Do your worst.” Shigaraki only grumbles as he allows four of five fingers to be painted by the regressor.
His nails get painted black, white, and the same shade of cyan that Dabi’s are, and Toga manages to make a small braid in her big brother’s hair before Shigaraki starts threatening to dust something of hers, but she’s too happy to take his threats to heart.
Easy to say that the rest of the day is spent with every member of the league having their nails painted, not being able to say no to a pair of puppy dog eyes and a sweetly voiced “P’ease?” Being sent their direction.