Head tucked in between your arm and side, unruly black locks brushing against the bare skin of your body, Dabi laid there in your arms. Sound asleep, his chest rose and fell slowly against your stomach, soft snores escaping his parted lips every so often. His scarred face rested against the side of your waist, staples caught in the fabric. He looked peaceful, for once.

The darkness outside the Gunga Villa made it even more darker with the fact it was surrounded by thick, tall trees. The moonlight that faintly passed through the window made it barely any brighter, the red curtains pulled back and tied, with the seal to the window cracked open a good few inches; maybe a foot. It was weirdly quiet, there was always at least someone, anyone, wandering around at night down the halls of the large building. It’d been a few months since Shigaraki left to go through the process of getting All For One.

Dabi still had himself in your side, and it would take a bit of strength to pry him from your body, and he was deep in his slumber. You had a good view of the scars that littered his body; from head to toe. It was a lot, wrapped around his limps with staples holding it and the normal pale color of his flesh together. Up close, you could see and feel the details. It had a bunch of ridges and bumps along the purple scar tissue, and his staples seemed to catch the faint moonlight.