You were a little surprised when Giran asked you if you wanted to have a sleepover, but you were so excited to spend the night with the older man, hoping to pick his brain more about art stuff while you could.
You had half assumed that Dabi would come and give you your things for your overnight stay, but it was Shigaraki that arrived instead. You didn't mind too much now that you and Shigaraki were getting on a little bit better, but you wished it was Dabi instead.
He'd sounded a little upset. Like he may have sobbed a little when you told him you loved him, and you'd never ever seen Dabi cry before, so you were a little worried about him.

Shigaraki didn't really talk much. He looked more distant than usual too, so you ended up not pushing the subject of Dabi potentially being upset.
Maybe they'd had a fight.
Mom and her boyfriends used to fight all the time after all, and Shigaraki was a little hard to deal with sometimes, so they tended to snip at each other a lot.
He was acting weird too, asking to pat your head like you were some kind of a dog. You had glanced over at Giran nervously, but he looked kind of unbothered about the whole thing as he started packing up for the night.

Not wanting to be rude to Shigaraki in front of Giran and disrespect him, you'd reluctantly agreed, as long as he promised not to make you rot.
Which was something he had scoffed at, and informed you: "Just because I can doesn't mean I will."
And then he'd pet your hair for the first time ever.
His hand was a lot colder than Dabi's, but his fingers felt a little softer against your scalp. You'd made sure to make an effort to count the number of fingers you could feel on your hair, counting four, minus his pinky.

"Huh." He'd commented, sounding slightly amused, before turning around and leaving through Kurogiri's warp gate without another word.

You'd looked at Giran, confusion written across your features only for him to shake his head and comment on what a strange man he was.

And Dabi ended up being right. Staying at Girans was fun, and he did spoil you.
You were getting a little more used to being spoiled thanks to Dabi and the others, who are always willing to play with you and talk to you unlike mom ever was. But Giran was even more fun than that, showering you in his undivided attention while you were in his home.
You had cooked dinner together, which was fun. You had helped to cut up the veggies and even did taste tests so he knew how much more or less ingredients to put into the dish. He even wore a silly apron while you were cooking.
And he was good at cooking. Even better than Kurogiri's meals were. You'd actually even eaten seconds, something mom would never have let you done, if she'd remembered to make dinner in the first place.

He even made you a massive bowl of ice cream and fruit and whipped cream, something you'd devoured happily, cherishing every bite, knowing that ice cream was a treat, especially with as much as he gave you.
He'd shown you his artwork, allowing you to carefully flip through his sketchbooks after washing your hands. You asked him questions about how he'd created the pieces, and he'd happily answer, promising to try and find certain materials so you could give it a go, too.
And then later on in the evening, you watched old black and white movies, ones with lots of singing and fancy clothes in. It was exactly the kind of thing you imagined Giran would have been into.

You'd asked Giran lots of questions about Dabi too. You wanted to know how they met, and why if Giran was Dabi's paw, was Dabi living on the streets when you had met him.
Giran had cringed a little when you'd asked how they'd met.

"He was wanderin' th' streets, lookin' for money." Giran had told you calmly, taking a thoughtful breath of his cigarette. "Was very young. A lil' older than you, though, sweetie."

This was followed up by the mussing of your hair.

"'Nyway... I'd heard 'bout him through some of my clients." Giran continued, his lips pressing into a tight line as he tapped ash into an ashtray. "Always was a fiery one. No-one got away withou' payin' him."

"Oh, he was working!" You replied enthusiastically, understanding now why he had a little money occasionally.

Giran paused for a moment, before giving a small smile.

"Sure kid. He was workin'. But he was a little too young ta be workin'. Especially..."

He had trailed off, his pink eyes clouding over for a moment before he picked back up again.

"Offered him a place ta stay, an' some decent food. Didn't want a youngin' like him on the streets, workin' that uh... job."

"Like Dabi did for me." You nodded.

"Kinda!" He agreed. "My daughter wasn't too happy 'bout it, but she learned ta get used to him."

He chuckled.

"Still asks 'bout him to this day."

You'd asked him why Dabi went back on the streets if Giran was looking after him, seeming to catch Giran off guard.

"Ah, your paw..." Giran had sighed. "He's an angry soul. We fought a lot. And when we fought, he'd run off, yellin' about not needin' help. But he always came back."

"What did you fight about?" You asked, invested in the tales of Dabi's youth.

"Ah... a lotta things." Giran had admitted sheepishly. "It's gettin' late, little lady. Lets get ya to bed."

Any more attempts to learn about Dabi and Girans relationship were quickly shut down by Giran hurrying you to brush your teeth, get changed, and then cosy up in the spare bedroom.
Giran even gave your hair a couple pets and smiled down at you gently before leaving the bedroom.

And his house really was cosy. It was a little cluttered, just like his office, and it smelt faintly like smoke, but there were pieces of art and photographs of him and his daughter everywhere, little nick nacks and old children's drawings scattered around too.
Even in the spare room where you were staying there were pictures of him and his daughter on the bedside table, decorative fake candles beside them, giving the room a dim light that you could probably comfortably sleep in.

You couldn't remember mom ever having any pictures of you both up on the walls.

You were thankful for the small amount of light the fake candles gave. After all, this was a new space for you, and you weren't meant to sleep alone, even if Dabi trusted Giran enough to let you stay overnight.

As comfortable and homely as it was here, it was cold.
Giran had even given you an extra blanket just in case, but you were still cold even with that wrapped around you, too.

It's not until you wake up at some point with your teeth chattering and your whole body shuddering from the cold that you slide out of bed, wrapping the blanket around you and padding towards the sound of Giran talking downstairs.
The second you begin gently stepping down the stairs, you see Giran's head turn to face you.

"Ah, sorry, I'll hafta call ya back." Giran says, hanging up his call and looking at you over his glasses as you approach him. "Whassamatter, Star?"

"C-c-cold." You stammer, clutching the blanket around yourself.

"Cold?" He repeats, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I put the heatin' on..."

He can't really argue with the fact you're cold though as you stand shivering and teeth chattering in front of him.

"Alrigh'." He says, grunting a little as he pushes himself off the couch. "If ya get back ta bed, I'll find ya some more blankets."

You don't argue, not wanting to be impolite in Uncle Girans home, making your way back up the stairs as Giran follows behind, getting back into your bed for the night.
Five minutes later, Giran comes in with a bundle of blankets for you, barely able to see over the mound of fabric.

"Alright little love. Ya comfy?" He asks.

"Mhm. Cold." You manage to reply.

"Don' worry. We're gonna getcha as snug as a bug." He soothes, dropping the pile of blankets onto the bed.

He begins wrapping each one around you, making sure they're tight around your body, so you can barely move, making you giggle slightly with each new blanket he adds.
You end up wrapped in six thin blankets as well as having the main blanket thrown over you, Giran sitting at the edge of the bed and petting your hair soothingly.

"Tha' warmer? Or do I need t'find ya one of my sweaters too?" He asks quietly. "Ya must be too used ta sleepin' next to Dabi. Boy's a furnace."

"This is better." You reply, looking up at him lovingly. "Thank you Uncle Giran."

"You're a good girl, Star." He praises. "Can I give ya lil' head a peck?"

"Don't peck me." You giggle, squirming a little in your blankety prison.

Giran smirks, leaning forward to give your forehead a quick kiss.
Considering he was always careful about even hugging you back before, this new development was... nice. You always worried you bugged him when you tried giving him physical affection before, but this cemented the fact that he didn't hate it at least.

"G'night, little love." He says, giving your hair one final stroke before getting up. "F' ya need me again, jus' call an' I'll be here in a second. 'Kay?"

"Okay." You agree. "Can I have teddy?"

"Aw, 'm sorry Star. Forgot to wrap your lil' pal up with ya." He apologises, grabbing teddy and placing him next to your head. "There ya go. Sleep tight now."

You wish him a good night, snuggling a little further into your cocoon of blankets, cherishing the warmth that now enveloped you.
It takes a little more time than it usually would for you to get warm enough to sleep, but you eventually do.

As you fall asleep, you can't help but think about how lovely the night had been with Uncle Giran, but that you really do kind of wish you were at home with Dabi and the others.
Loved, warm, and so incredibly safe.