Dabi returned home late and found the place basked in darkness. It's quiet, unwelcoming as usual. At this point he didn't expect anything, why would he? He's used to the indiference and rejection from his lovely darling, though that's the price he had to pay.

But tonight something's different.

There's a dim light coming from your shared bedroom; the lamp on your night stand was on, the bed undone and you're sound asleep in the middle of it, not on your usual side.

Had she been waiting for me? It felt almost inviting. You looked so clean and dainty, while he was all dirty and bloody, smelling of smoke. Guess I could use a shower before getting in there...