Attachment wasn't something that Dabi could have seen himself fall victim to. The scars on his body ran deeper than the surface - flames having not only eaten away at his skin, but his heart as well. It wasn't like the villain to become attached to people. If he needed to - he'd find himself someone and throw them back on the sidewalk the next day.

Keigo had it easy. He was known for being a perfect bastard - he had you. You had him. The two of you were happy.

You often came over to their shabby apartment to plop yourself down on the couch with him. Keigo would put on a movie and a fit of laughter would come from both of you. One kiss would become two and the third one would linger for way too long.

Dabi wanted to be apart of it all.

"I'm sorry?" Keigo's brows furrow together as he stares at the villain before him - standing in the entryway with his hands shoved in his pockets. The movie is only background noise now as the winged hero pulls himself away from you. "Say that again."

"Fuck," Dabi curses. He hated this. "Include me in your relationship," he finally repeats. "If I don't like it, we forget it happened."