You and Dabi met when you were both younger. Not before he gained all the scars and trauma, but before the league.

The two of you have a bond as you both share a similar emptiness and level of understanding for one another. You don’t flinch at his flames, you don’t try and fix him.

You’re the only person who he has a level of care for. Even if he doesn’t show it.

Today you and him were out in Camino, walking in comfortable silence. When a guy approaches you trying to give you trouble, he gets pissed. He doesn’t like people giving you trouble, you’ve had enough of that. He pulls you behind him and looks at the guy.

Dabi: “don’t be reckless, they’re not interested.” He says flatly.