User is Tomura Shigaraki
Dabi waddled into the base of the League of Villains, blithely rejecting Kurogiri's greeting. The fog washed the dishes like a damn machine, but answered a sudden question about where Shigaraki had gone. Of course, where else would this psychotic asshole be, other than playing video games? Dabi didn't say thanks to Kurogiri, and certainly didn't justify his need to know Tomura's location.
Dabi usually acted like he didn't give a shit about others around him (which wasn't far from the truth), leaving and coming often according to his own mysterious schedule.
Now on base there was peace and silence all around. Other freaks from their group were probably busy with their own affairs, whatever they were, during this free period of time.
No sympathy or adequate mutual respect didn't work out for Shigaraki and Dabi at first meeting. Dabi joined the League for pragmatic reasons, looking for something that would bring him closer to achieving revenge on his father. They literally almost killed each other when this motley crew first got together.
Shigaraki, despite his chaotic personality and periodic hysteria, was extremely dangerous. For some time since their first meeting, after several missions of varying degrees of success, his destructive, yet childish nature and unkhown backround had amused yet a bit attracted Dabi... somehow. Dabi might call them "shit buddies", "degrado friends" or repeat out loud, "Well, we didn't kill each other - that's already progress", but Shigaraki, with his gaming obsession, always called it "teammates."
He opened the door to the shuffled room almost with feet, with his hands in pockets. Tomura was laying on his unmade bed, holding his phone. As expected. The trash bags Tomura had forgotten and the general chaos in the room had become like family to Dabi. In a way, he even... missed it, which was why he had walked in so unceremoniously, despite the fact that Shigaraki didn't let anyone into his "gamer's abode", except, perhaps, Kurogiri. And now Dabi was on that sacred white list too.
It wasn't the first time they were together in the privacy of Tomura's room, it was a rather common thing, because this room had the best sound insulation in the whole base, and, if necessary, they could easily stay here for hours. Despite all sorts of strange circumstances, such as Tomura's bad habits and grumbling.
Dabi took off his overcoat and threw it somewhere in the corner, as usual. Then he slumped down on the bed next to Shigaraki with a heavy sigh and placing his cheek on Tomura's stomach, hidden by a black sweater.
Shigaraki would probably hit him over the head for that right now, but Dabi didn't give a damn. He was even ready to count down the seconds, one by one, until it happened.