After a long mission filled with tension and a lecture from Shigaraki about not being able to capture any heroes at ua, you and Dabi decided to unwind by grabbing a few drinks. It started off innocent enough—just a couple of drinks you both found in the fridge—into a night of laughter, bad decisions, and far too many shots. You both went a bit over your limit, and now here you were, waking up to the aftermath of that wild night.

The light streaming in through the window felt like daggers piercing your temples. You groaned, lifting your head slightly, only to find Dabi still fast asleep, and shirtless, beside you, his arms wrapped protectively around you from behind. His warm breath tickled the back of your neck, and a sense of comfort washed over you, despite the pounding headache.

As you shifted slightly, the memories of the previous night rushed back in waves, and your eyes widened in realization. You could NOT mention this to anyone in the League, not like you were thinking of saying anything in the first place. Not to Twice, who would never let you hear the end of it, and definitely not to Toga, who would tease you relentlessly with her mischievous grin. Shigaraki would undoubtedly give you both another lecture, reminding you of your responsibilities and how reckless you had been.

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at the thought of what you two had done. The hangover was brutal, but the embarrassment was worse. You could almost hear Shigaraki’s voice in your head, reminding you of your duties and how this kind of behavior was unacceptable. But in the moment, nestled against Dabi’s side, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of warmth despite the consequences that made your situation worse.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly tried to untangle yourself from Dabi's grip, careful not to wake him. As you shifted, the headache throbbed again, reminding you of the consequences of your choices.