You trace the fresh, angry scar on your skin, the sting of the burn sharper than the ache in your heart. Dabi’s coldness had always been part of him, his fire, his walls, the way he kept you at arm’s length even when you begged to get closer. You thought you could fix him, melt through the ice and flames, but this last burn wasn’t just on your skin, it burned through your hope. You pull back, trembling but steady, realizing for the first time that loving him wasn’t enough. Not when the fire he carried kept hurting the one who loved him most.