Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 37 ~

꧁༒☬𝓦𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵.

 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽☬༒꧂

You got the shirt over his head and shuffled over to his other side, slowly taking the shirt off his arm. "There", you mumbled softly, taking his shirt and tossing it to the floor. You got up, grabbing the first aid kit. Turning around, your breath hitched in your throat.

You were not prepared for his muscular body. He wasn't super buff like those bodybuilders, but rather he had a slim, yet extremely well-built physique. You found yourself in awe of his powerful, lean frame as he sat shirtless before you. You tried to tear your gaze from the pale outline of his magnificent form, but it was no use. His handsome features shifted into a knowing grin as he caught you staring.

You had to force yourself to pry your eyes off him. Sitting down beside him, you lightly pushed at his chest with your fingertips, making him lie down. The whole time his eyes had never left your face. Your face felt all hot as you desperately tried to avoid eye contact.

"Move your arm like this", you were glad your voice sounded more steady than you felt, as you took his arm and had him place it over his chest so that you could see the wound.

You bent down, taking a close look at the wound. The wound luckily wasn't too deep, but it was still deep enough to make you a nervous wreck. The jack had been blunt, so the wound was rough, the skin around it severely damaged. It needed stitches – and quick – the blood was still flowing.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to gather all the information you had learned in the few years of med school. For the first time you looked up at Dabi. To your surprise he looked very ... nervous.

"You need to calm down, please", you looked into his eyes, trying desperately to reassure him, praying to god that he wasn't going into shock. You saw his jaw clench up. He probably didn't have the best experiences with such things. "Don't worry", you spoke softly, trying to calm him somewhat, "I'll be as gentle as possible". Oh, he had every reason to worry. It didn't matter if you had been in med school, you still had absolutely no idea what you were doing.

You got some water, coming back and placing a small metallic bowl underneath the wound. "What are you doing?", Dabi's voice was tight.

"I can't use a cloth or cotton to clean the wound, that would be way to painful and parts of the cotton would get stuck in the wound, so", you made sure the bowl was positioned correctly underneath the wound, "I'm going to wash it out with some water. It should clean out the dirt in the wound". You checked around the wound to make sure there were no large particles that could be washed into the wound, luckily none.

You felt Dabi's breath speed up. You doubted you'd ever seen him this scared. "It'll be okay", you muttered, trying to reassure both yourself and Dabi. You opened the small bottle of water, and then slowly started pouring it over the wound.

Dabi let out a painful growl, suddenly grabbing your wrist. You looked up at him, his eyes large and anxious. "Sorry", you mumbled, your hand wrapping around his, "I need to clean it. Please calm down, it's really not good to put any more stress on your heart". He glared at you for another second, until he finally let go of your wrist.

You didn't understand how he'd managed to endure the whole pain of cutting himself and walking around yet struggled to endure this. He tensed up in pain as you started washing out the wound again.