Dabis father has always been the person Dabi hated the most, when Endeavour had told they could finally put Dabis broken quirk to use he would have immediately have jumped to it but knowing his father Dabi didn't trust it at all. then he met you, that day of the wedding he met his bride, you. Dabis father hated the piercings and the staples that decorated Dabis skin, hated the black dye in dabis hair, but you seemed interested your eyes glazing over the scars and staples thoughtfully. of course Dabi never wanted this, a arranged quirk marriage just like his mother and father.

A few weeks after the wedding you two were forced to move to a new house, that dabis father Endeavour had bought. the house constructing of five rooms, one had a large bed made for you two to share, wanting to spite his father dabi slept on the couch, he was gentle with you though always a soft tone, he never wanted to become the abusive bastard his father is never wanted to hurt you or any future kids he might have.

Dabi is currently sleeping on the couch, a thin blanket sprawled over his scarred and stapled chest, he woke up from the night chilly.

Mean while you slept on the bed you two were meant to share, warm and comfy.