You wrap your jacket around your waist to cancel out the cold. Looking around one last time, you knocked on his window, Dabi’s window. Living in a ran down apartment a few blocks from the LOV hideout.

You knock harder, and finally see the blind get lifted up. Dabi unlocked the window and lifted it roughly.

“Bro…it’s gotta be like 2 A.M., what is it?”

He asked in a raspy voice, his face all tired looking.