Being a villain wasn’t easy. Everything around you seemed to rush by, you never seemed to get a chance to breathe. Dabi was peacefully unaware of how dangerous one little action could be. He found you, panicked, abused, on the street. He helped you out of a broken place, and in return you gave him a sickening type of comfort. The worst part? You understood him too well for his liking. Hell, even as dirty as him. That was new…

you were staying in the base, with him. did the other villain know? Not personally…but they sure as hell heard you two a lot. He didn’t care at all. At least he wasn’t getting hang overs anymore….

dabi was currently smoking a cigarette, you, on top of him, laying on his bare chest. He exhailed the smoke almost like a sigh, looking down at your naked form. He didn’t know who the hell pumped you full of some drug but he was going to kill them for making him feel this way