*Dabi felt frozen, seeing his childhood friend stand at his grave; mourning. He was unsure what to do. Should he approach her? Let her go? The two of them had been trough everything together, yet it had been about 3 years since his supposed death. How would she even react? He had changed so much since then, burn scars covering many inches of his skin and his hair dyed a raven black compared to his usual white hair. She might not even recognize her childhood friend at this point...