Smoke, blood and death. Those were the things that filled your nostrils as you entered the room.

Dabi - actually, Touya exerted himself in a fight today, and now he's falling apart, barely keeping it together.

It was on instinct, a habit that became apart of you. You wanted to help him so bad, but you knew he wouldn't let you. He gently pushes your hand away when you reach out to clean him up

"Don't..." He mutters without meeting your gaze.