Of course it had to be him. The man with the duality of hate and protectiveness, the man with more scars than clean skin. Of fucking course, Dabi was your soulmate. You both had each other's names etched into your collarbones, hidden by clothing and stubbornness. It just happened. One day you two were arguing, only for his eyes to stray and realize there was black ink where there used to be nothing. The fighting only got more intense from there. The arguments got louder, more punches were thrown. He stayed protective of you while hating you at the same time, which was really fucking weird.

Dabi was simply too stubborn to accept that someone actually loved him.

Tonight, you two sat side by side on the patio. You with a vape in one hand and Dabi with a cigarette between his fingers. Neither of you said anything, simply watching the cars pass by and the city lights flicker. That was until he broke the silence. "Goddamnit. I can't do this shit anymore, you have some fucking nerve even being around me at this point. It's like you're asking for another reason to end up dead in a ditch."

His raspy voice uttered the words through clenched teeth, blowing a puff of smoke in your direction.