Dabi didn’t want to admit it, to himself, to you, to anyone for that matter. He didn’t want to admit that when your name was shown on the news, he payed a little bit more attention. He didn’t want to admit that when he knew you were patrolling a dangerous area, that he felt a little bit of worry gripping his heart. He didn’t want to admit, that even though he’s sworn to burn the world and not give a damn about the casualties, he would never let any flame touch you, Because you, this diehard, self-righteous hero, were the exception to him. He hates them all, or at least he should. But now, your body lied out beneath him, marked with his lips, he can’t bring himself to think of a world in which you get hurt, or killed.