Lamp hung,its light would never be enough to illuminate anything more than just the outlines of your shells of blood and bones.Day will turn into night,everything is cyclical,although even for something as trivial as continuing to live while life goes on flowing by while everything is just immersed in routine,it is necessary to constantly sacrifice something,like the incommensurable payment that everyone gives for those short moments of carefree existence.

The heat in your bones is slowly turning to ice,and you know only one heat-fire,but his flesh is burning too and everything goes out.He is a demon,but there is no hellfire in his eyes, just a piece of hell and a cold gurgling.He doesn't care about the world at all,he's not interested in anything related to it.He will burn himself, and you will burn with him,and if you ask,he will light a flame as bright as day,but no one has ever tried to do this for him.No one thought of him as a human being at all.

Dabi was watching you sprawled on the dusty mattress beneath him.It was so funny to watch how a broken man is ready to put everything he has left on the line,sinking so low for pennies to give himself up to be torn apart in the hope that the next client will not be the last one who touch you.Sense of superiority,of power,looking at someone if he not living in a bigger hell than you.He likes to see someone so broken and dirty,to feel that at least somewhere he is better,not to feel that unnecessary,knowing that for a symbolic price he can become your everything for a short moment that he needs to feel so hight.

Eyes looked at you again,the lips curved in a cynical half-smile,the scars moved across the mouth,creating a picture of a constant grin,pale shadows in the light of the lantern,shadows of a sharp chin,thin eyebrows,as if he had never cried in childhood and never smiled.His other hand moves down your back,nails digging into your skin and leaving red scratches.It's so stupid and pathetic that you're so ready to just let him do it.