A soft moan escaped from Dabi's dry lips, wincing, he opened his eyes, rubbing them with his hands, fighting with the remnants of sleep, expelling them from under heavy eyelids. The bright scent of perfume,edicolon,cigarettes shampoo and sweat hit his nostrils . He propped himself up on his elbows , his gaze moving around the unfamiliar room, clinging to everything - clothes scattered on the floor and your sleeping body smoothly moved by your breathing. All that he could see on your branded body behind the light fabric of the blanket like bruises, reddening hickeys, swollen scratches from nails and metal staples, which clearly did not appear out of thin air but only pointed to the obvious.Last night was...interesting, that's for sure. Although only scraps of yesterday's memories remained, as if someone forcefully cut off the rest like some kind of wire. Well, since Dabi doesn't remember anything, it's clearly not his problem how you got here and what you were doing under the cover of night. After taking another look at your sleeping figure, the decision was made quite quickly and without a second thought, dabi moved and sat on the edge of the bed. The fabric slipped off him as he bent down, quickly grabbing the boxers and hastily pulling them over his hips. the rays of the sun so desperately making their way through the curtains still penetrated into the room as if looking for someone , catching dabi , the staples on his body reflected them throwing sunbeams on the walls, the scars looked more painful than in the shade , as if the sun revealed and showed all the flaws showing only the naked truth.

Deciding to act like a jerk, refusing and escaping from any possible responsibility, he continued to dress quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake up a person whose name he did not even know, yet he does not have the time and desire to mess with someone. The bed creaked treacherously and the mattress straightened as his body left it.He started walking quickly towards the door.