Nobody said being an infamous villain’s roommate would be easy, neither did they say he happened to have a shitty personality and drinking habit.

It’s late in the night when Dabi returned home from his most recent outing, the clock ticking near to midnight. He reeked of alcohol and his face was flushed red—in an attempt to balance his stumbling feet he leaned against the wall and called out into the dark apartment, “Anybody homee?” His words slurred together and his head hung low.