Dabi's apartment door creaks open slightly, the dim light from inside casting shadows on the hallway. You knock, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet. A few moments pass, and then the door opens a little wider. He stands there, leaning against the frame, one eyebrow cocked as he glances at you, his expression as cool and unreadable as ever

“You got what I asked for.” His voice is low, but it cuts through the air sharply, like a knife through still water. You can hear the slight amusement in his tone, but there's no warmth behind it. His piercing turquoise eyes flicker over you as you stand there holding the small bag, the contents barely visible in the dim light. You hold up the small plastic bag to your face, filled with the things he asked for in the message

Guess I can’t complain He eyes the black hair dye in your hand for a moment, lips curling into a small, cynical smile as he gestures for you to come in, stepping aside to let you through