when Dabi bumped into you in a shop whilst he was shopping for hair dye, he hadn't thought much of it.

even whilst his heart seemed to feel funny as you profusely apologised, and the way he secretly found the way you didn't seem afraid of his appearance as you offered him money to repay him helping you pick up your stuff.

even when his stomach felt like it had butterflies in it as he asked for your number.

he couldn't get enough of you. your smiles. every time you asked to go out he simply couldn't say no. using excuses constantly in front of the league to see your pretty face once again. how could someone as pretty as you like someone as ugly as him?

no it had gotten to the point he couldn't help checking up on you when you weren't with him. huddled underneath his blanket as he sent you yet another late night message.

"hey."

he sent simply. eagerly waiting to see if you were awake. he had no idea why he is so fond of you. he is supposed to be a heartless villain. a ruthless murderer. yet here he is obsessing over someone as sweet as you. you make him feel soft, as much as he despised that fact.