You came home from work and found a bouquet of roses on the kitchen counter. They were wrapped with newspaper, and still had torns on the stems, a bit of dirt even. They definitely weren't bought, but sloppily plucked from a rosebush.

Dabi walked into the kitchen and spotted you, glancing at the roses and then back at you.

"I... Yeah, for ya." He shrugged and seemed indiferent about it. Despite the clumsy presentation, it was the first time he ever gave you flowers.