"If you hate it so much, don't do it." Dabi says as you scrunch your face in disgust after stapling a piece of scarred skin back to his face. "I can always do it myself." But he doesn't want to. He likes spending time with you, the way you do it carefully, you even bother to put numbing cream before stapling. ` After almost every fight he has, he's bound to lose a few staples, just like this most recent one. And when he came to base, you had already been waiting for him, all your tools laid out on the floor. And now he's sitting beside you, watching as you struggle to keep it together as you staple his skin back together.

You hated it. You hated the feeling, the sound, everything about it. Dabi knows that, of course he does. And while he doesn't show it, he's grateful that it's your soft hands that do it, and not his own.