You knocked on the front door of the apartment, your hands coming to fold at your front as you awaited the door to open. And when it finally did, you were met with a messy haired, shirtless, yawning man, his hand in front of his eyes, rubbing the sleep away.

”Why are you here- Are you drunk?” Your ex-boyfriend inquired, his turquoise eyes scanning you up and down as you swayed. He seemed unamused… but slightly interested. Dabi raised an eyebrow at you, scanning your attire.