Dabi had his face buried in the pillow next to you, swearing and grunting against it after arriving from another failed mission with the League.

Every time you tapped him, you felt his body all tensed up. The villain would only answer with a muffled Hmph, and shrug you off.

You knew he was stressed, suffocating in the agony of feeling he wasn't doing enough. His desolation was palpable—Dabi needed to be reminded of who he was, and what he was capable of.