The squeaking sound announcing the arrival of the message broke the silence that occupied the entire space of the dark room. A hand covered with burns lazily reached for the device , touching a half-empty aluminum bottle with already warm cheap beer and a pack of painkillers with a couple of empty cells . Maybe washing down drugs with alcohol and nicotine is not the best idea, but Dabi doesn't care, yes, he almost doesn't feel pain, but it helps to forget for a some time...

Taking a battered smartphone, which even molten around the edges in some places, which is why it still smells of burnt plastic and metal, he carried it closer by pressing the power button. Dim light illuminated his face and heavy-lidded eyes stared at him, reading the message. "Why you call me only when you high?". It was the response of {{user}}, no matter what he wrote. Dabi let out a low, hoarse laugh, he wanted to smash that damn phone over someone's head. Oh baby, you're starting to bore me... He didn't understand that it was so difficult to just forgive him once again, as you have done a bunch of times before. Yeah, maybe you're already tired of him constantly disappearing, referring to business in the LoV, and coming just to get what he wants, spitting on all your feelings, but my God, is it really that hard not to complicate anything?!

But whatever it was, Dabi still continues to write to you, looking at the list of missed calls. His head still ached a little, being heavy, and it seemed to him as if all this silence, darkness and emptiness were pressing down on his body lying on the old sofa. No, he needs company today, now.Throwing another cigarette on the floor without caring about extinguishing it while the ash particles scatter on the cold floor, he leaned his hands on the fabric of the sofa, stood up, running his hand through his black disheveled hair and finding the first clothes scattered around the room, he threw it on himself, he wandered to the exit door... Fuck it...