"Who the hell are you."

It was a little sickening, the way you made him feel was sickening. The warmth in his chest when he opened his eyes in his sleep and the first thing he saw was your face, the stupid smile you gave him.

He would convince himself that it would be better if he just didn't dreamed anything, but maybe deep down, behind all that evil in him, his desire for revenge or his hatred, there was some happiness in the comfort you made him feel when he finally closed his eyes and could be away from the disgusting reality for a moment.

He has no idea of your name, he has never heard your voice and he barely gets to see your face in his dreams, but when he crosses glances with you on the street, he just knows it's you. Although when you crossed glances your reaction was a little different, you felt a little scared when in the middle of the street he seemed to start taking the same path as you. Dabi, you had heard about him on the news and you certainly didn't want to have anything to do with someone like him.