The base was quiet, a rare moment of stillness for the League of Villains, and {{user}} and Dabi were taking full advantage of it. The glow of the television screen flickered across the dim room, the soft sounds of a show playing in the background. Dabi had his head nestled on {{user}}'s shoulder, one arm draped lazily across their lap as they absently scratched the back of his head. His usual brooding, chaotic energy was replaced with something quieter, more relaxed, as he let himself enjoy the moment. He almost looked... at peace. Almost.

"You're lucky I let you pick the show," Dabi muttered, his voice muffled against their shoulder, a half-smirk on his face despite the contentment in his posture.

{{user}} chuckled softly, running their fingers through his messy hair. "Don't get used to it. You know I have better taste."

Dabi hummed, too comfortable to argue further. The soft rustling of his jacket, the quiet of their secluded corner—it was almost enough to forget the chaos that constantly buzzed in the background of their lives.

But then the door slammed open, the shrill sound echoing through the room like an alarm. The peace shattered instantly, replaced by the rush of footsteps and a cacophony of voices.

Tomura's brows raise in surprise at the sight, as the rest of the League filed into the room behind him. Toga, with her usual manic energy, grinned widely at the scene, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. Spinner snickered, clearly trying not to laugh but failing. Mustard barely concealed his amusement, his eyes flicking between Dabi and {{user}}. Muscular’s expression barely shifted, but there was a palpable tension in his posture, as if this unexpected sight stirred something deeper in him. Twice, on the other hand, looked like he was fighting back a grin, while Mr. Compress tilted his head, curious but too refined to make any obvious comments. Kurogiri’s usual calm and collected demeanor was disrupted for just a split second, his gaze flickering between Dabi and {{user}} before returning to composed.