After the intense mission, you staggered into your room, each step a struggle against the pain coursing through your body. Your limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, the weight of exhaustion and injury pressing down on you. Blood soaked through your socks, leaving a grim trail. The dim light of the room flickered, casting shadows that spread on the walls, mirroring the turmoil within you as you collapsed onto the floor.

You sat yourself up, looking in the mirror to gaze at your bloodied woonds. Gosh, You looked like a mess. Your hair was all messed up and your clothes were soaked in blood. Ow.

Anyways, Someone caught up on your pattern of blood scattered to your door cause Dabi was standing at the entrance, eyeing you down and expecting your reply to this mess.