A Lost Creation

A Treat

"I think you deserve a little treat, yeah? For doin' your math even though you hate it." He asks, handing you back the paper, his fingers dipping underneath the bandage on his arm.

"A treat?" You repeat slowly, almost a little distrustful.

"Mhm. You've been bein' good, an' you did well with your math." He says with a quick nod. "I think you deserve a little summin'."

You look at him with a mixture of shock and awe.
You'd never been treated for anything, ever. You weren't sure what he meant by it, or what he was planning.

"What would ya like? The world's your oyster, kid." Dabi asks as he looks at his bloody fingers from where he'd dipped his fingers under the bandages and frowning a little.

You try not to pester, but you are worried about him, your eyes on his arm as you think over what it is you actually wanted as a treat.
You don't really know what's acceptable and what's not to ask for as a treat. You didn't want to accidentally ask for too much and upset him, so you sit in internal panic as he begins getting out of bed, stretching again.
It must become evident to him that you don't know what to do after a few more seconds of silence and he turns to look at you with a raised eyebrow as he begins putting a new shirt on.

"Well?" He asks, pulling on some sweats that were laying on the floor. "What'll it be, little Star?"

"Um... I- I don't... what..." You stutter awkwardly. "Um..."

"You want a toy? Snacks? Go an' see a gallery again?" Dabi asks, cocking his head. "Go see Giran?"

You're thankful for the examples of what you're allowed to ask for, mulling over all the options for a short amount of time before looking up at him shyly.

"Uh, could I... could I have some p-paints? And paintbrushes?" You ask, with clear uncertainty and a little discomfort.

Dabi blinks a little before smirking in amusement.

"You're a funny kid. Tha's all you want?" He chuckles, shaking his head a little. "Y'don't want a new teddy? Some clothes? Hell, a book?"

You nod. "That's all."

He continues chuckling dryly. "Alright kid. We'll get ya some paints an' brushes. You're gonna have to tell me what we're lookin' at, though."

You nod eagerly, getting out of his bed too, rushing to get ready yourself, knowing the sooner you get breakfast done with, the quicker you'd be able to go out with Dabi.
When you get downstairs, Dabi passes you with Kurogiri.
You stop, looking up at him.

"Jus' gettin' my arm looked at, doll." He says, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "Kurogiri put your food out. Behave."

You nod, watching the two go up the stairs before continuing on into the bar. It was quiet today with only Toga and Shigaraki at the bar, Toga practically placing her chin on his shoulder to see what he was doing on the console in front of him.

"That one! That one!" Toga exclaims as you slide into the bar stool beside her, immediately picking up the chopsticks beside your food.

Shigaraki practically snarls at her enthusiasm, but doesn't shoo her away.

"No." He replies simply, causing her to pout.

"Why?" She whines. "It's so cute!"

"That's exactly why." He scoffs. "You only want me to catch that one because it's cute. Not because it adds anything to the party."

You continue eating, occasionally looking over at those two as they bicker over the game.
Eventually your wondering over Dabi gets the better of you, too many questions unanswered from him not allowing you to fuss over him being injured.