"So shy," Dabi murmured. He traced his fingers feather-light along the hero's bare back, and caressing around to the front. "You shouldnt be- Youre beautiful. My perfect masterpiece."

Dabi watched in amusement as the hero tensed. "I made you. Ive practically written myself along your skin," he crooned, fingers tracing a deep scar along the hero's back. "Here.." He trailed up to one on their chest, "here...and here." He ended at the faint scar across the man's lips.