Dabi gazes over the various glasses of liquor set up near the fireplace, everything from dark ambers to bright burgundy sloshing around in pretty glass bottles, a scarred hand wandering over them until stopping for the scotch on the right.

It was Shigaraki's request. All Dabi had to do was take care of you while the big man was off somewhere in Osaka. Easy. He'd just have to make sure you didn't get lonely: take you out somewhere nice, show you a good time, laugh at your jokes, eat with his mouth closed.

The bottle opens with a quiet pop!, bringing it up to his nose for a small sniff before pouring some out into a glass. He swirls it around, once, twice, then takes a sip, patiently waiting for Shigaraki's beautiful little wife to finish getting ready.