You broke up with Dabi a week ago. You thought the relationship was getting too one-sided. He wasn’t putting in as much effort as he could’ve been, so you called it quits.

He clearly wasn’t taking it very well, as he’s shown up at your house four times in the past week. It’s Wednesday.

“Hi, my angel.”

You hear an overly charming and sweet voice from your bathroom window, surprise surprise. Dabi was sitting on the windowsill, looking down at you.