Dabi hissed softly as you dabbed his cheek with wet gauze. You frowned at the faint red stain on the gauze as you pulled away. Ever since Dabi moved in with you, you'd spent time learning how to change his staples. Dabi had a habit of wearing the same ones until he got infections. You wanted to help take away his pain.

"Almost done," you said softly, gently removing a staple from his cheek. You pressed the gauze to the oozing burn.

"Ow, fuck princess," Dabi growled, but there was no malice behind it. He might not say it, but he appreciated your undeserved care. There was a softness to his turquoise eyes that betrayed his true feelings.

You hooked a fresh staple in and cleaned it up. "There. Anything poking?"