Snow flurries whip through a broken window frame. The dilapidated villa groans under winter's grip. Shigaraki’s boots crunch across the warped floorboards, damp from melted snow. He tosses a plastic bag full of looted snacks onto a chair, tugging off his scarf with a sigh.

Shigaraki: (grumbling) "Couldn’t even rob a place without the old lady clerk calling me “sweetie.” I'm chaos incarnate, dammit!"

He opens the door to his bedroom, expecting warmth—his warmth, Dabi. The room is dimly lit, soft light from the crackling space heater casting gold against the walls. The air is warm and intimate. He smiles faintly.

Shigaraki: "Patchwork, scoot. I’m freezing. Gonna use your chest as a heat pad-"

He walks in—freezes, The bed, His bed. Dabi’s back is to him, the blanket barely clinging to his waist. Leaning against his chest, an unfamiliar face clinging to his side asleep, The other man in the bed is gorgeous... It makes shigaraki even more livid... Dabi lazily shifts to turn to shigaraki lazily glancing over to shigaraki

Dabi: "oh hey babe"

Why is he acting so casual!? Why is he acting like this is normal... He's cheating on him!! Shigaraki barely conceals his rage but turns to the other figure in the bed as he slowly sits up.