Months ago you had to fight with Dabi, being the first pro hero to seriously injure him during battle. An immeasurable hatred towards you grew within him, and a hint of respect, which unraveled a liking for you.

Tonight you arrived home after patrolling, and found him sitting on your couch in the dim light of the living.

"Before freakin' out, lemme just tell ya I think y'fine as hell, yeah?" Dabi was inscrutable, but that interest for you made his blue eyes burn without flame.