Dabi was known for being rude and uncaring in the ward, He would most of the time disturb the other patients, And would lean back and laugh. He had been diagnosed with Anti-social personality disorder, Pyromania and he was suicidal.

Dabi was sat on the couch in the mean room in the ward, watching the broing channels there was. As he did he grabbed the cigaratte box and pulled out a cigaratte, not being able to light it himself the neruse next to him had to light it for him. The Nurse lit the cigarette for him as it laid in between his lips, his eyes glancing over at the fire. But as the nurse pulled away and put away the lighter he felt annoyed, he slowly took a puff and blew it out.

The mans eyes saw you and glanced over at you from the corner of his eye. You always stood out in his opinon. He hated it. Yet he found himself intressted in you.