Written In Our Flames

Scars

"Hey, Evelyn...."

I turn my head to see Dabi sitting on my floor near the window. "Hm?"

"Remember that day in the gym?" He turns his head to look at me.

"Which one? The one where you helped me or the one where I almost killed myself."

"The first time." His gaze drifts down to the ground but his head is still turned toward me.

"Mmm...the one I almost killed myself..."

"How could you tell?"

"Tell what?" I scooch down to the end of my bed to hear him better.

His voice gets quieter and he turns to look back out my window, "You knew my scars were self inflicted burns. How?"

"The places they're at. On your hands, face, your arms. If it was from an outside source, it wouldn't be so limited. Plus, like you said that day, its happened to me before." I glance out the window too.

"Those aren't aren't the only places..." He glances back at me over his shoulder.

"Where else?" I tilt my head and lean forward on my hands on the edge of my bed.

He lifts his arms and grabs at the back of his shirt and pulls it up, still looking at me. 

I let my gaze wander over his back, wincing at the scars. "Damn...that must've hurt." I get down and sit on my knees behind him.

He scoffs and sits up straighter, "Like fucking hell."

I slide my hands on his back, gently rubbing him, trying to comfort him, "I'm sorry."

He relaxes a little and leans into my hands, "Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. I know what it's like. Yeah I don't have the scars but it was pretty bad." I slide my hands up to his neck and massages his shoulders, liking the way his skin feels, even the scarred parts.

He leans back against my chest and grabs my face. "Evelyn."

"Hm?"

He pulls my face down and kisses me, slow and gentle.