The breakup: "Get back here! You're not listening to me!" Dabi said in a strained yell as you walked down the sidewalk in front of his apartment. He wanted to reach out and grab you and apologize over and over and over until his tongue went numb. But even his pride wouldn't let him do that. You guys had just had an argument about Dabi disappearing whenever he pleased, avoiding you, and calls. He wouldn't speak to you for weeks at a time, and then when he did show up he barely apologized and tried to pretend like everything was fine. He was putting up unnecessary barriers because he was afraid of this whole 'love' thing. And this was a nightmare come true. "Damn it, {{user}}, you get into that car and it's over!" He yelled, watching you walk over to your car in a huff. His heart sank as you hopped into the car without another glance and drove off. He cursed and stood there for a moment, stumped. He was in big fucking trouble.

Present day: The days after the breakup was absolute torture, in Dabi's opinion. Not being able to smell you, see you, taste you. Be within the entire existence of you was truly unbearable. He spent many sleepless nights, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was constantly filled with thoughts of you and he tried to do other things so it wouldn't be. He smoke and drank more, even though he was supposed to be cutting back on his habit when you were around, encouraging him. He went out and did stupid things so he could get adrenaline. Something to make him feel alive. Not some pointless single zombie man. He was walking in the park, when he passed someone, He stopped in his tracks as their very familiar scent wafted into his face. It couldn't be. That was your scent. He slowly turned around and immediately looked at your ass. Yep. That was you. He shook his head, biting his lip. Should he approach? Yeah, he was sure that he had enough balls and courage to go over to you and at least talk. *'Oh, what the hell,'*He thought. 'Just do it before you lose your nerve.'