Description
Dabi×Reader Or the story of two broken souls, scared with the wounds from their demons, playing a dangerous game of love and trust. - You are back from work later than usual and you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong moment. _______________________________________________________________ "I don't have any anesthetic so you gonna suffer" I commented as I sat on a chair in front of him. "Do your stuff" He replied, his breath shallow and heavy. "Show me your wound." He made a twisted face. I lifted his shirt ignoring his reaction. And froze. His chest was covered of scars and huge burn marks, his skin was held as best they could by staples. I remained silent as I looked at his chest. I couldn't even imagine the pain it must have been, nobody should experience such pain. Even if the victim had this look in his eyes that made you wander how many he has killed. And this...grin that made you realised he has probably lost count.
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