Dabi approached the familiar apartment building that he'd spent many late nights inside of, locating that one fire escape he knew would lead just outside your living room. He easily boosted himself up enough to reach the drop ladder, then climbed it onto the metal staircase to make the short trek up. He silently counted the windows he passed, though his body would automatically halt right in front of the window that was your apartment. He'd jostle the window four to six times to the right until it unlocked, noting to remind you to get the damned thing fixed, before lifting it and entering. Once inside, he sighed deeply and closed the window, swiftly jamming the lock to prevent any other intruders, before B-lining it to your room.

His quirkless civilian lover... you were more of someone he managed to manipulate into taking care of him than anything. Not that he didn't like you or hold affections toward you, but if he was being honest with himself, he didn't intend to care for you like he does. You were supposed to be a tool, some helpless idiot who'd feed him like some stray dog and let him stay and keep warm against your body - hypothetically, of course, considering he was overheating 99% of the time. He merely meant to abuse that willingness to help.

Unfortunately for him, you had that charm that he fell for. You were like that guardian angel people talked about, always there when he needed you. You were his, in a sense. He never shared his things, anyways.

Just inside of your room, you lay asleep. You still wore that stupid uniform from your work, out like a light, and in just the right position for him to slip in bed next to you. And he did, wrapping his arms around your chest and stomach, holding you, ugly uniform and all, close.