"You okay?" Natsuo suddenly asked, glancing over Dabi with light concern. Shit, did getting emotional make Dabi look like he was having a heart attack or something? Cause it certainly felt that way though.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired." Dabi said as he cleared his throat in an attempt to make the words come easier and not sound so rough, leaning back into the couch as he looked away from Natsuo. His brain was telling him to play it cool, to not make a big deal of what Natsuo's words made him feel. And painstakingly he did so, kicking up his feet as he allowed his eyes to close for a brief second.

Before he was actually able to rest, there was a finger gabbed lightly into his side that startled Dabi out of his attempted slumber.

"What the fuck-?" Dabi snapped his eyes open, turning over at the owner of the offending poke.

"Sorry, you shouldn't go to sleep yet." Natsuo explained with a sheepish laugh at getting caught by Dabi, not at all intimidated by his glare. "You don't seem to be showing any signs of head trauma, but better safe than sorry."

"Ugh, why? I didn't hit my head, I was just out for awhile."

"How long is 'awhile'?"

"... shit, I don't know, overnight?" Dabi had to think about it for a second, briefly squinting his eyes as he attempted to recall the last thing that he remembered before the blackness of unconsciousness. He didn't think it was that big of a deal, being out longer was the same as being out for a short amount of time, right?

"Be more specific." Natsuo didn't seem to think so apparently, the lighthearted smile momentarily disappearing after Dabi's half-assed response. It sobered Dabi up enough to sit straighter and actually recall something, remembering the time that Hawks had texted him and estimating how long it was before he came home and passed out.

"I saw the bird at 3 am, talked, then came back here. Probably was 4ish. Next thing I know the phone's waking me up."

"You were passed out for twelve hours?! Dabi, that's not okay." Natsuo's ever rising concern was not really reassuring Dabi in his prior assessment that he would be fine, but he'd die on this hill before relenting to someone.

"Why not. It's happened before and I'm still kicking."

"It's happened before- that makes it worse!"

"I feel fine. You said I was fine. So I'm fine."

"I'm just a med student! You need to see an actual doctor."

"Name a hospital that will help someone like me, and I'll go." Dabi said finally, fighting to keep the cocky smirk off of his lips because he knew he had won the argument with this statement. There was nowhere he could go that would treat him without alerting at least some form of the authorities, and he wasn't about to just hand himself over like that.

"Alright, but the next time I hear you 'pass out for awhile' I'm calling you in. I am not letting you damage your brain any more just because you refuse to get help." Natsuo finally conceded, turning away from Dabi as he brought his attention back to his computer and Dabi sunk into the back of the couch again.

There were a few minutes of near silence as Natsuo continued typing, just the sound of the keys tapping and some cars passing by outside being the only noise till Dabi's phone began to ring. Dabi glanced over to where his phone was sitting on the coffee table, catching Natsuo looking over as well, and the two of them kept solid eye contact for a fraction of a second before scrambling to get to the phone first.

Of course, Natsuo being closer to the phone and also not in a lot of lingering physical pain meant that he got to it first, snatching it away and pressing accept just as Dabi got close enough to reach over for it.

"Hello?" Natsuo answered the call, needing to lean over further and put his other hand up to stop Dabi from yanking the phone away from him, though Dabi gave up after a few futile attempts because there was no way his skinny frame would be able to put up with Natsuo's build. Still, that didn't mean that Dabi was okay with Natsuo answering his phone, especially since he didn't know who was on the other end of the call yet. Granted, not that many people had Dabi's number anyway, and the League knew about Dabi's identity, but still. "It's Natsuo. Dabi's brother."

"Natsuo-" Dabi hissed under his breath, but was cut off when Natsuo kept speaking to the other end of the phone.

"No, Dabi's not available right now, sorry. He needs to rest."

"Natsuo! Give me the fucking phone right now-" Dabi hissed again, reaching for the phone though being stopped as Natsuo stood up from the couch in order to get away from Dabi's grasp.

"Of course, I'll let him know. Thanks for taking care of him for us."

Yeah, Dabi guessed it had to be the League now so he sourly let Natsuo talk, though he hardly thought that they really had been 'taking care' of him during the time that they worked together. Sure, they cared when he told them about his amnesia, though of course he was still struggling to accept that they cared about him more than just as someone who was a part of their criminal organization.

"Right, right. I'm sure he'll be fine, you can talk to him tomorrow." Natsuo finally finished with the phone call, apparently waiting for the other end to hang up before doing so himself and bringing the phone down away from his ear.

"Who was that?" Dabi asked sharply once he could tell that the phone call was over, still not pleased with the fact that Natsuo had answered for him. Sure, it probably stopped Dabi from either saying or doing something that his future self might regret, or even just his physical self since his body needed rest, but Dabi didn't like other people making that choice for him. He would decide when he wanted to drive his body into the ground, thank you very much.

"The League. They wanted to check up on you. Apparently you haven't been answering their texts." Natsuo explained calmly as he turned around to face Dabi again, Dabi's phone still held in his hand.

"I told them I wouldn't be around for a while, why do they have to keep bothering me."

"Because they care about you, obviously."

That shut Dabi up, tightening his lips as he returned himself to the side of the couch that he had been sitting on initially. If someone who didn't even know them could tell that the League cared about Dabi's wellbeing, or at least whichever member had called this time, then maybe it was realer than Dabi was convinced it had to be.

"And I care about you too. So you need to rest and stop moving around so much."

Natsuo continued with a softer tone as he finally sat down again, giving Dabi a moment to process what was just said to him and let it sink into the fact that he was so sure no one would care that he had been passed out for hours from exhaustion before coming back to basically snap at them a bunch.

"Speaking of not moving or going around much, want to explain why the number two hero's jacket is hanging by your door?" Natsuo questioned in a lighter tone as he finally gave Dabi back his phone, holding it out for the flame quirk user to snatch up and slide into his pocket.

"Absolutely fucking not, mind your own business. Don't you have a paper to finish?" Much as Dabi was a fan of opening up to people, which was to say not really, he wasn't in the mood to talk about his relationship with Hawks, whatever that was.

Natsuo just laughed lightly at Dabi's response, turning his attention back to the laptop screen with a shake of his head.

"There's nothing wrong with being gay, bro, I just didn't expect you to manage to snatch him of all people."

"Kindly shut the fuck up, Natsuo." Dabi replied with a glare over at his brother, though there was no real malice to the words since he could tell that Natsuo was only teasing.

"I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding. I'm glad you've reconnected with him." Natsuo said softer, portraying his genuine happiness in the fact that at least Dabi was reaching out to someone else too about his time as Touya.

Dabi wasn't sure what he was feeling with Hawks right now, but it wasn't bad. Or at least he didn't think so, despite the weird feeling in his chest he got when considering Hawks. It was like sadness and relief and familiarity and confusion all rolled into one, because he was relieved in a way that Hawks remembered him and still cared, and that feeling was familiar to Dabi- Touya. But on the other hand, there was that reminder that likely without help he would never remember any of the things that Keigo knew him for.

Regardless of that, there was no doubt that Dabi liked Hawks, otherwise he would never do such things like go out at 3 in the morning to talk to him or wear his jacket. How much Hawks liked Dabi back wasn't much of a question at this point either, though he still wasn't sure if that was because Hawks liked Touya instead. He had to remind himself that it didn't matter, since the thought that he was Touya too didn't quite come naturally yet. Even with all that, Dabi did know that there was something that he could admit to, and that was the feeling of gratefulness that at least Hawks considered him someone worth recalling.

"Yeah… me too."