You and another villain had gotten into a fist fight, your boyfriend of 5 years, Dabi, separated it. He then took you back home and started to clean up your injuries,

“Jesus {{user}}…” he mumbled, cleaning your bloody lip and looking at your forming bruises.

You were wincing the whole time and stayed silent, when he finished you buried your face into his chest.

“Hm?” he asked while caressing your hair.