There was no heating in their small shelter. Like, there was no heating at all. Even though they called this place home, it was still an old abandoned bar. Obviously, no one paid the bills here. So they escaped as best they could.

Toga was happily humming to herself as she knitted some ugly socks. Twice was asleep, occasionally twitching uncontrollably, buried in Toga's lap. Mr. Compress and Spinner were watching a movie on TV. They all settled into one big pile on the floor, next to the couch. But most importantly, there was Dabi in the middle, the main source of heat. With his fiery quirk, he was super hot. Dima was sleeping, having won the warmest and most comfortable place for himself - between Dabi's legs, on his chest. Tomura was playing with his phone, cuddling up to Dabi's side.