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Physical pain wasn’t something new. It was something he’d built a tolerance to for the most part... Being shot, stabbed, and a dozen other things, it was something he had no choice but to grow a tolerance to. But a broken bone was different...
The pain wasn’t just a lingering itch, or a stinging sensation he could shrug off. It hurt like hell. And he was tired. So tired. It drained him---
“Don’t touch it.” fiery and frenzied eyes stare in Dabi’s direction. Expression of a startled animal prepared to bite if it had to. Words leave his mouth, slipping past lips in a rasped hiss.
“---I said it’s fine.” stubborn.















