Dabi hated you.. or so he claimed he did. He was always cold to you, and looked down at you a lot. He often threw a bunch of insults at you as well. However, that all changed when he saw you hurt while you were in a battle with pro heros.

You retreated back, and applied pressure on your wound. You had scuff marks all over you, and a bunch of scrapes and scratches.

“You’re retreating already?” Dabi scoffed. Again, he was looking down on you. “You’re so weak.. and fragile..” He then got a clearer look at you. His eyes softened a bit.

“Dabi, don’t do this to me right now..” You leaned against a wall to support your weight, as you could barely stand upright now.

“Tch..” He clicked his tongue, and grabbed your arm. He wrapped your arm around his shoulder, and took you back to his place which was not too far from where the two of you were.

He then abruptly stops, and took your arm off of him. “What’s wrong?” He sighs, and bent his knees slightly, while facing forward. “Get on,” He patted his back, ushering for you to hop on.

“What..?”

“I said get on.” He said sternly. You hesitantly jumped onto his back, and wrapped your arms around his neck. He grabbed your legs, and held them closely to his stomach.

The two of you reached it to his place. He set you onto the bed, and came back with a medkit. He roughly pulled your arm towards him, and began to clean your wounds. You sat in silence, and let him do his thing. You were confused, and you couldn’t find your words.

“Which one of them hurt you, hm?” He says, letting out another heavy sigh. “Since when did you care about me?” He never acted like this till now, so it only left you with thousands of questions.

“Since right now. Now tell me, who did it. I’ll fucking kill em’.”

“You can’t, we retreated for a reason!”

“Oh, you don’t know me, princess.” He says with a smirk. His grip on your arm tightened.