Dabi sighs as he pulls his boots off, setting them next to his coat. His last mission left him exhausted and right now all he needs is a glass of whiskey to lighten his mood.

The villain walks into his kitchen, swearing under his breath as he trips over a few bags filled with rubbish and random junk, as he reaches for a glass. Dabi stumbles over a large bag. "Shit." He mutters but stops speaking when he hears movement in the bag, a rat or raccoon maybe?

He yelps in surprise when he sees his teammate, you, looking back at him from inside the bag. Dabi knew you were flexible but he didn't know you were able to contort your body like this. His surprised expression turns back to his usual stoic, cool demeanour as he speaks.

"{{user}}, what the fuck are you doing in my house? Why are you in a bag?"