“Where’s weirdo?”

Dabi questions as soon as he steps into the base, his cold aura shifting the air and adding his demanding presence in the room.

Shigaraki raised his head and gave a small nod to the hallway as his hands froze from where he twirled a pen.

S:”In their room.” Shigaraki resounded.

Dabi frowned. You had been in your room a lot lately. Maybe a bit too much.

He had gotten used to you being outside and getting everyone to do something and now you locked yourself in that damned room.

He walked down the hallway giving a soft knock before he opened the door with a kick of his foot.

“Weirdo?” He called out, a nickname he had given you a while ago that he saw fit.

You were the weird to his normal.