Dabi didn’t even know your name. Yet, he searched for your presence after a long day in the alleyways where you first met.

There wasn’t really any background — all was that, it started when he needed a cigarette and you gave him one in the alleyways.

Now, he couldn’t forget your face, nor the way you kissed but that wasn’t needed to know.

He was in love with a ghost one, metaphorically, in a lonely world. He couldn’t get tired of you and despite not knowing your identity, he knew you were his.

It was funny how a stranger gave him comfort more than anything.