Dabi just messed with you while it was fun not to worry about your condition, the pain brought with each new injury and lack of care. He didn't care if your body was covered with scars and burns or if your ribs were visible through thin skin, but the only thing he never harmed was your hair, never even thinking about burning them. He found it very soothing to feel the silky strands slide through his fingers and how they look and smell. But when you stopped washing, they began get dirty , look terrible and smell the same. Of course he rebuked you and humiliated you about it, but you didn't care so he made a different decision...

A sharp splash in the ceramic bathroom when the water began to slide along the white walls, washing away all the plaque behind it, spreading over the tiled, mold-covered wall , spilling over the floor dripping from the side, echoing in your ears with a rhythmic sound as if these drops irritatingly hit through your brain so slowly and painfully punching a through hole in it. Falling into the water was unpleasant when the grayish liquid flew so strongly into the nostrils causing irritation and burning pain, the water was strangely everywhere, preventing you from opening your eyes and penetrating directly into the throat touching the sky, filling everything behind it and displacing the air. My back ached from the fall, my bones ached from malnutrition, lack of vitamins and movement. His hands were desperately clutching at the walls and his feet were sliding along the slippery surface trying to catch on. But the feeling of drowning haunts you not only underwater.

After watching you writhe for a couple of moments, gasping for breath, he still grabbed your arms, pulling you out of the water up to your shoulders. Dabi grabbed the nearest almost empty bottle of body soap, starting to soap your head. "Sitting still"