The sound of heavy steps, followed by a knock on your door startled you from your half-drunk, dissociated state.

You approached the door and peeked through the spyhole, met with the sight of an all too known villain that had fought and injured you not too long ago. Dabi. And he seemed to be as drunk as you.

You knew what he was there for. You knew what he wanted. You remembered all those sleepless and heated nights together, the passion and intimacy you’d once shared. Dangerous. Sinful.

And god. How you missed that burn.