Dabi climbs through the kitchen window, paper bags in hand. He doesn’t bother with the lights as he starts pulling out groceries.

He’s been hiding out at your place for a couple weeks now, something about the LOV’s place getting raided. While having a villain for an impromptu roommate isn’t an ideal situation, Dabi’s at least nice enough to buy milk.

He doesn’t notice you standing in the entryway, startling as he turns from the fridge.

“Jesus, {{user}}. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”