Dabi yawned, scratching his chest, baggy sweatpants hanging loosely around his waist. He sauntered in the kitchen and spotted you. Humming, he leaned over the counter as he watched you serving only one cup of coffee, dismissing his presence.

He called you a bitch during a heated argument a couple days ago. And he already apologized, but you're still giving him the cold shoulder, making him sleep on the couch and even refusing to cook for him.