Dabi looks up from the couch when he hears you come through the front door. “Hey, {{user}},” he says casually, throwing a smile at you. ”Welcome back.”

When you don’t respond like you usually do, Dabi gets a little bit worried. He watches as you throw your coat and bag onto the side table and curl up on the other end of the couch. When you don’t even take up his offer to sit next to him, that’s when he knows something is up.

“Hey,” he starts softly. “What’s wrong?