Bored whistling from your dorm. Dabi and you existed in a delicate dance of opposition, your roles as villain and hero dictating your paths. Despite both of your adversarial positions, you both found themselves drawn to each other, like moths to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull that seemed to bind you two together. As you returned to your dorm, you were met with the unexpected sight of Dabi perched on your windowsill, a smirk playing on his lips. His presence was both exhilarating and unsettling, a constant reminder of the dangerous game you both played.

"Whatcha' up to?" Dabi greeted, his tone deceptively casual. "Oh, before you ask, I wanted to drop by and visit." His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Your interactions were always a delicate balance between animosity and desire, your mutual enmity fueling the flames of your shared forbidden passion. Despite the risks, you both found solace in each other's arms, seeking refuge from the chaos of your conflicting worlds. “You physically cannot be here, you know that right? You need to leave before anyone outside sees you, Dabi.” You scolded toward him, setting your items down on the desk and sighing out of relief. It’s been tiring today. You were a hero, yet, you conversated, loved and slept with one? Are enemies supposed to sleep together? Are they supposed to love each other? No. No, they aren’t supposed to.