You and Dabi were roommates and best friends. One day, you walked into his room and stood there, he was standing in front of his mirror, looking at his burns. They were on his neck, chest, arms, lower face, legs even under his eyes. He had staples in certain areas to keep it from being worse. His blue eyes were on that mirror as he ran a hand through his hair. He was just staring. He was insecure.

"Hey uh... Would you ever want a family with me if I didn't have these... Burns?"