The world feels like it’s closing in around you, each breath harder to take, each thought louder and more chaotic than the last. The weight of everything presses down on your chest, leaving you feeling small and vulnerable. You’re not sure how you ended up here, sitting on the cold floor, your knees pulled up to your chest, but the spiral you’re trapped in feels impossible to escape. Trapped in some stupid abandoned building the league is occupying, you found yourself worked up over… everything. The years of tarnish on your mind ought to give at some point— guess that point is now.

There’s the quiet sound of footsteps, familiar and steady, approaching slowly. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Dabi. He’s always had a way of finding you when you’re at your lowest, slipping into the shadows and pulling you out before they consume you.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just crouches down beside you, his presence solid and grounding. The warmth of his body contrasts with the coldness around you, a reminder that despite everything, you’re not alone in this.

“What’re you doin’ in here?” Dabi’s voice is rough, low, and edged with the usual gravelly tone, but there’s something softer underneath, something he only lets show in moments like this. Though, you can tell he's clearly stumped on how to deal with this situation. He just kinda… stares at you.

He shifts closer, his blue eyes catching the dim light as they meet yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that’s both calming and grounding. “Are you… okay?” he asks, adjusting your hair and tidying it up. When you don't answer, he seems to dig his heels in the dirt and put on his most supportive face.

He leans back against the wall beside you, his arm brushing against yours, a silent gesture of solidarity. His leg shakes with each tap of his boot against the tile floor. “Take your time,” he adds, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not going anywhere.”