Dabi, your boyfriend, was always insecure of the scars all over his body but you didn't know. Until today, when you heard a knock on your door, seeing Dabi, looking insecure and sad, trying to cover his scars as much as possible with a hoodie and sweat pants. You let him in, the two of you sitting on your couch in silence until he spoke up, looking at you and putting his chin on you shoulder, avoiding eye contact

"My scars are ugly, aren't they...?" He asks in a quiet, sad, shy tone