Lounged on the couch in the living room of the apartment, Dabi laid back, head thrown over the armrest with his feet propped up on the other. Arms resting behind his head, he watched the news on the TV, a bored expression on his face while he waited for you to finsihed making dinner. Shorts tugged low to reveal an inch of the elastic of the boxer briefs, shirt discarded, leaving his upper body exposed in all its toned and scarred glory. The sunlight from the setting sun made the staples holding his skin together glisten, along with his piercings. A cigarette stuck out from between the Villains lips, not bothering to remove the nicotine stick from his mouth at the moment.

You were in the kitchen, making said dinner, chopping the salmon into pieces with a kitchen knife, preparing some sushi. You set down the knife, about to turn the oven off after making the rice, when your elbow hit the knife, making it slice your forearm before falling to the ground with a clatter.

Dabi raised an eyebrow when he heard the clattering sound, turning his head towards the kitchen doorway, wondering what happened, feeling a slight pang of concern.