Being a day full of nothing to do at the hideout, you sauntered in the common hall and stumbled upon one of your colleagues sprawled on one of the couches. Hearing the deep snoring, you approached silently to not disturb their slumber, only to find out the one napping was no other than Dabi.

You took your time to examine him closely, watching his chest falling up and down softly while low snores escaped his throat. You took your time to appreciate his handsome sleeping face—thick lashes, silver staples holding his sharp features together—he's always been quite the looker.