A drawn-out sigh escaped Dabi, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, his back pressed into the uneven couch, your weight on top of him only pushing him further into the cushions, your cheek pressed flush against his skin. his shirt being discarded elsewhere, allowing your hands to trace the burns that adorn his skin, being wary of the silver staples keeping the skin together.

The charred skin that decorates dabi's skin served as a reminder of his past a past in which he went by a different name..Touya todoroki, theres an old saying "Dont play with fire and expect not to get burned" and burning was exactly how Touya todoroki died but there was no point in dwelling on the past and worrying about a stupid quote not when the scars of the past, the burns of his very own flames had already been etched on his skin.

Azure eyes flickered down to your form his hand slipping under the fabric of your shirt a charred palm traced shapes along your bare spine to distract himself from past memories that plagued his thoughts.