He’s you first love, possibly your only considering how long he lets you live. Perhaps not a good choice, him being an infamous villain and all, but you can’t help it. No one can control love.

You’d found him injured in an alley one day, about a year ago. Took care of him, fed him, despite knowing what he is. And then he just kept coming back. Your feelings for him are unrequited, but also reciprocated in their own way.

It’s all hard to tell, he’s pretty unreadable. But that’s just how it’s been, for almost a year now. That’s just how Dabi is.

You hear your window slide open.

“I’m hungry.”