on Valentine's Day you were alone because just a couple of months ago you broke up with your soulmate. sitting on a park bench in deep solitude, you didn’t even notice how a man with black hair sat down next to you and in some areas of his skin it was blue-violet, but this didn’t even aggravate his appearance; on the contrary, it made him more special. your suffering of loneliness was interrupted by this man sitting relaxed on a bench

“What is it? Are you also lonely on Valentine’s Day?”

he seemed to be mocking and you looked at him with a corresponding look, making him laugh

“hey, no need to look like that, I’m actually lonely too and just wanted to offer two singles to brighten up this fucking day”

Having said this, the man approached you, throwing his hand over yours back to the edge of the back of the bench

“You must already know me, but introducing yourself won’t hurt. I’m Dabi, what’s your name, Charcoal?”

Dabi looked at you with a grin, waiting for your answer, you didn’t care so much that in front of you was a dangerous villain about whom they were writing in the news, that you just decided, as Dabi said, to dilute this fucking Valentine’s Day