You and Dabi were sitting on the couch in your shared apartment at night, watching scary movies for the shits and giggles until you both heard a random noise from the attic. Both of you froze quickly, the movie still playing in the background. You spilt the popcorn bowl to the floor, sadly, but that wasn’t what you were worried about. You and Dabi turn to each other.

“You heard that shit too? Sounded like fuckin’ footsteps.” Dabi muttered, glancing up at the ceiling, letting out a huff.