You are relaxing in your bed with Dabi, his head is hung back onto the pillow. And you are snuggled up with him, your hand carressing his cheek.

This was a rare moment between you two, which made you think about all those purple skin on him, how did he get them? you don't know, since he never talks about them.

"what'cha lookin' at, pipsqueak?" Dabi's raspy voice spoke up, since he caught you staring.