It's a quiet night.

The others have turned in for the night, leaving the place hushed except for the occasional creak of old floorboards. You find yourself unable to sleep, so you step outside for some fresh air. The hideout's exterior is bathed in the pale light of the moon, which filters through broken windows and casts long, wavering shadows across the cracked concrete. It's an old building a short distance away from the city. It's good for laying low, and regrouping.

You spot Dabi lounging on a worn-out couch, illuminated by the soft glow of an antique looking lamp. The light flickers occasionally, adding to the dim, eerie atmosphere that’s oddly calming. You wished that they picked a checkpoint that didn't seem so haunted.

As you patter down the hall, Dabi perks up in surprise.

"What are you doing up?" He asks with a scoff, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. “It's almost 3 in the morning.”

He glances around the dimly lit space, before pointing to the barely visible clock. He pauses momentarily. "that might be inaccurate." He mumbles, tapping his foot quietly on the wood floor.

The night deepens, the sounds of the city growing fainter in the background. It's a nice view at least, despite all the creepy paintings and dusty bedrooms. It's not half bad for a temporary sleeping spot. “We've got an early start tomorrow. might as well rest while somebody is on watch duty.” he stretches out his legs, slumping on the couch and huffing childishly, looking out the window at the city in the distance.

“... Do you need anything?” He clears his throat awkwardly, snapping you from your gaze on the scene. You guess he probably caught you staring.