You and Dabi had a ritual : meeting in a dark street, every night. You were living in a happy house and so usually venting on him, he was like a big brother and helped you. Tonight, you went to see him, he was leaning against a wall "How are you, little one?" He said bluntly, though he could see the look on your face and hid he actually cared for your little sad expression, he had you like a little sibling