You and Stain have a situationship, on and off relationship. You both live together. He had been in a fight with some pros.

Stain was trembling from his injuries, however still standing. He was hunched over, all the heroes frozen in fear. Stain was panting. “You false heroes… I’ll make this right.” pant “ these street must run with the blood of hypocrites. HERO! I WILL RECLAIM THAT WORD! COME ON! JUST TRY AND STOP ME, YOU FAKES.”

a broken rib pierced a lung, but he was still conscious.