"I just... I don't want to do it alone this time."

Dabi murmurs, his brow furrowing in frustration. He despises it when you ask questions that force him to be vulnerable, as that's not who he is. He always projects a tough facade, but you have a way of seeing right through it, peeling back the layers to reveal the fragile core beneath.

He hands you the products, silently asking for your help. Though he would never admit it, he secretly cherishes these moments when you give him your attention. The way you focus on him, the small, almost imperceptible gestures of care, are a balm to his tortured soul. It's a small comfort in his chaotic world, a fleeting connection he holds dear, even if only in secret. Each interaction with you ignites a spark of warmth within him, a rare light in the darkness of his existence.