Since that first day in the piercing/tattoo shop, Dabi had been obsessed. His eyes had only fallen upon you at first but he was infatuated.

The entire time he was getting his tattoo, he couldn’t help but stare at you across the room. Watching as you tattooed someone else, laughed with someone else, talked with someone else, smiled with someone else.

Possession filled his body though he held himself back. That night, he had followed you home, keeping to the dark shadows as he did so.

Since that night, he’d follow you home a few times a week, watch you until you fall asleep and then sneak in. He would leave a gift—usually a piece of jewelry—on your nightstand, kiss your forehead and then leave.

Tonight was no different, he had waited until you were asleep, unlocked the front door with the key he had stolen from you and walked inside quietly but still like he owned the place, heading towards your room.