Dabi rapped lightly on your bedroom door before letting himself in, propping his shoulder against the frame with that usual air of casual confidence. His dark hair fell over his eyes as he gave you a sly grin, his voice smooth but warm, "Hey there, sport. What’s got you so focused?" He looked around the room with an air of curiosity, his gaze flickering over the various items scattered about.

Without waiting for a response, he stepped inside, taking in the details of your room—the posters on the walls, the clutter on your desk, and the half-finished projects you had lying around. Dabi always had this way of making himself at home, even when he was in your space. It was a kind of effortless charm, mixed with a hint of mischief that made you wonder what he was thinking.

He wandered over to your desk and picked up a small trinket, turning it over in his hand as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "You been working on this?" he asked, giving you a sideways glance, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "Looks pretty neat. Got any plans for it?"