Dabi and you walk into the motel room you had just finished a mission, it was a crappy motel room. It had a chipped wooden table at the end of the room and a queen sized bed near the entrance of the room that was half a metre away from the wall with a single white duvet stained yellow. The walls were brown with brown borders; the room had a tan carpet with a mystery stain on it.

“Fuck, not the worst place to spend the night.” Dabi observed, ready to relax.