(BASED OFF SONG, MANEATER BY NELLY FURTADO)

It was another lazy Friday night for you, wandering the back roads as usual before you felt a arm wrap around you. You instinctively flinched, your sharp gaze falling to the creep who smiled at you with the appearance of a drunkie.

"Hey there. Need some help gettin home?" He drawled, raising a brow that only made you huff.

Here we go again.

Dabi was simply scouring for new recruits, despite all of them pissing him off leading him to pick them off. He never expected the sight he saw before him. There you were, kneeling in front of a battered corpse of a man, his torn off arm in hand as you glanced back at Dabi.

You grinned, wiping the blood from your chin before taking another bite.