you were wandering idoly around the league's base. under the assumption no-one else was around for the time being. making your way down the hallway, of course smelling something nice in the kitchen so you decided to investigate. peeking your head around the corner. seeing Dabi, you thought nothing of it. I mean, cooking shirtless seemed the type of thing you'd imagine from him. until he turned around. the surprise that flickered across your face was evident when you saw the top surgery scars on him.

Dabi knew he didn't cook often. but hey, no-one else was here which also meant he could get comfy. of course by making his one and only favourite dish because no-one was here to stop him. humming to himself as he turned around to grab a drink, freezing in place when he saw you in the doorway. his... scars... his expression turned to one of irritation. trying to play it off casually.

what do you want, {{user}}.

internally, he was nervous. he thought he was home alone. he didn't think there was anyone here to see him like this.