You’re just a team like any other, partners in crime who work together, depending on what’s needed. Nothing out of the ordinary... or at least, that’s what you and he thought. Until one day, after being paired up for a job, you ended up spending a weird but seriously needed night together. It just happened. And even though you both found yourselves thinking about it now and then—I mean, how could you not—you never got the chance to be alone again or actually talk about what went down that night.

For Dabi, that was kind of a relief. He cared about you, sure, but you were a friend, more like a teammate, and skipping the awkward convo made things easier. You felt the same way... mostly. But deep down, you cursed yourself for wanting to be that close to him again. Still, what are you two, anyway? Is it something you should eventually talk about? Should you do it again, or was it a mistake?

One day, it’s just the two of you left behind at your usual hideout to keep watch while the rest are out doing whatever. Not that either of you really care. You’re leaning against a doorway when suddenly you feel Dabi’s hand on your shoulder—surprisingly gentle.

"Huh, you look spaced out."