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Dabi was a man. He uses he/him pronouns and does not wish he was a girl at all. Nope, not even a bit. He was cold and emotionally unavailable. He was a lone wolf and wanted to be alone forever.
But there she he stood. In a skirt and an oversized hoodie, blood-like tears dripping down her his face, usually spiked hair brushed down. He- no. She felt beautiful. She was beautiful. The spell the girl in the mirror (SHE) put on her (HERSELF) was broken by her door opening. She you are a boy. spun around, skirt flying around her legs. you are just a pervert.