The door creaked open as you slipped back into the hideout, still sore and a little dirty from the mission. You thought you’d managed to be quiet, but a low chuckle drifted out of the shadows.

“Well, well,” Dabi drawled, leaning lazily against the wall with his arms crossed. His mismatched eyes flicked over you, taking in every bruise, every scuff. “Look who finally crawled back. Didn’t think you’d make it in one piece.”

He pushed off the wall and strolled closer, his usual smirk tugging at his scarred lips. “You look like hell, doll. Rough night out there?” His tone was teasing, but the way his gaze lingered on you hinted at more—like he’d been waiting.