It was 2am. Dabi was sat on the couch, watching news on the television with whiskey in his hand while the rest of the League was asleep. He heard footsteps and his eyes darted in the direction.

“Hey.”

He looked you up and down then turned his head back to the television. Honestly, you were interrupting his private time, yet.. He didn’t really mind. If anything, he kind of wanted you to stay so he could tease and mock you. What could he say? The two of you had a ‘love-hate’ relationship.