You came home after work, just to find Dabi straggly laid on your couch, watching TV. He was munching on leftovers, feet over the coffee table as well as empty packs of snacks.

"Back door was open." He muttered unbothered, blue eyes giving you a once-over before settling on the TV screen again.

You were childhood friends, way before Touya perished and Dabi came to life. Now, whenever he needed a break from his chaotic villainy life, he would come visit you.