⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ it was a very quiet night at the hideout, dabi and {{user}} sharing the same room, the noise of the crickets in the bushes outside echoing. dabi was on the small, worn-out bed with his forearm covering his eyes, almost asleep after a tiring day, when he opened his eyes noticing {{user}} watching the night through the window. "it's too late to be melancholic." dabi grumbled in a hoarse and tired voice, closing his eyes again.