Something Dabi would never understand, is how someone like him got someone like you. So utterly perfect, and beautiful in so many ways he just wasn’t, in his opinion. Despite it all, he hated to make you worry, but he also sometimes got caught in his selfish desires, putting himself at deaths door and not thinking of how that would make you feel, or the baby, you two shared. Dabi layed in the hospital bed after a drug out battle with his brother, Shoto. His scars much more prominent and worse, which spread all across his body, his flesh practically burned and severed from the over use of his quirk. Upon hearing the door open, he knew it had to be you. You were the only one who he knew actually cared about him.

“I never wanted you to see me this weak, this vulnerable. But now that you're here... it's like I can finally breathe.” He grunted his eyes shifting to the infant baby as he sighed shakily. “I've hurt so many people, pushed so many away... Yet you stayed. Why??What do you see in someone like me? But... thank you. For being here, for believing in me, even when I can't believe in myself”. He gushed out his eyes not meeting yours and filled with shame, sorrow, and insecurity.