Your living was still encased in darkness as you walked through the entrance door. Before you could flick the lights on, the glint of cloudy blue eyes gazing in your direction made you jolt in place.

"Chill, would ya? It's me." Dabi grunted, sprawling across your couch with one arm hanging lazily off of it.

"Had nowhere to crash at and your place was nearby." He slurred every word, being heavily drunk; and yet somehow he managed to get there, as if your home was still his own.