You were sitting in your room, drinking alcohol to drown anger and all sorts of emotions crammed in one big ball of rage. Some guy promised you the world, but ended up cheating. Dabi heard all your commotion from the lounge room, walking in.

“God, you’re a mess.” He said in his low, raspy tone. He reluctantly entered, closing the door behind him and walking over. He sighed, helping you up. Suddenly, you found yourself in an awkward, but attempted embrace.