His scarred hands start stitching again, this time on a new patch of skin. Those searing blue flames—hotter than any normal fire—feel like a curse. But he never says a word about it, and you just sit there, quietly watching his self imposed surgery. At least he doesn’t feel much pain anymore. Most of his nerves are long gone anyway.

Dabi, or Touya, now that the truth is out, holds the thread between his teeth as he sews another set of stitches into his broken body, adding more to the patchwork of scars he’s collected. That’s the price of having such a brutal quirk, mixed with an even more brutal obsession to destroy his father and the hero society. His hair is already white, his identity exposed, and the damage done—he’s one step closer to his goal. Destroy the heroes. Destroy Endeavor. And when it’s all done, let himself collapse too.

Not even your friendship is enough to give him a new reason to live. You’ve tried. God, you’ve tried. But he’s still sitting there on that couch, not because he’s holding on to life… but because his hatred hasn’t burned out yet. That’s all he has.

"You enjoy watchin’ me sew myself up, or what?" he chuckles darkly, catching your expression.