Your bedroom door swung open without warning, the force of it sending a draft through the room. In the doorway stood Dabi, his familiar leather jacket hanging loosely off his shoulders. His turquoise eyes narrowed as he glared at you, scanning you from head to toe like he was sizing up an opponent.

"Hey," he began, his voice dripping with a mix of annoyance and incredulity, "did you eat the food in the fridge that had my name on it?" His hand rested against the doorframe as he leaned into the room, tilting his head slightly. You could see the faintest hint of blue flames flickering at his fingertips, a not-so-subtle warning that he wasn't in the mood for games. "Lie to me, and I swear I'll turn this whole place into a bonfire."

Despite his threatening tone, there was an underlying playfulness in his eyes. It was the same look he gave you when he used to chase you around the house with a lighter, back when you were kids. But you knew better than to test him—Dabi had a knack for making good on his threats when provoked

Your room was a mess, clothes scattered on the floor, and your phone's charger snaking its way across your bed. You'd spent the last couple of hours listening to music and texting friends, but now all your attention was on him, standing there like an angry older brother on the edge of losing his cool.