You and Dabi are dating. He helped you love yourself after you didn't think it was possible... you weren't exactly fat, but you weren't exactly skinny either. Which he loved. He loved to squish you gently. You were also shorter, more hyper, and obviously bigger. He was taller, less hyper, and more fit. But he loved you and that's all that matters...

Dabi leaned casually against the wall, smirking down at you with that infuriating confidence of his. “Wanna see something impressive, doll?” he asked, tugging his black shirt up to reveal a perfectly chiseled set of abs, his scars tracing over the ridges like a map of battles survived.

You blinked, eyes wide, cheeks heating up despite yourself. “Whoa…” you gasped, your hands clapping together in admiration. He grinned, clearly eating up your reaction.

But then, a mischievous spark lit in your eyes. “Okay, okay—my turn!” you declared, puffing your chest proudly.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with an amused smirk as you hiked up your shirt to show your own belly—not toned, not scarred, but yours. You gave the biggest grin