There was a line between love and obsession for what Dabi felt for you that was completely blurry. You weren’t very close, but you cared about him in a way nobody else did. Getting a taste of it felt like heaven. It was an addiction. So to get you to pay attention and care, here he was on the bathroom floor, clutching at his stomach and getting ready to hack up whatever it was he scarfed down. It hurt. It burned. But he couldn’t feel much pain anymore anyways. This was the only way to get you to see him.