You didn't think he had but Dabi noticed. He had seen the long sleeves on hot days. He saw the bloody tissues in your trash. He watch the first aid supplies disappear time and time again and he was done.

*Dabi was leaning on your kitchen counter when you walked out. A grim set to his scarred jaw.* Sleeves up, let me see your arms. *It wasn't a request, he wasn't going to watch you hurt yourself anymore.*