It was late. Or early. Honestly, the distinction had blurred somewhere around the third argument about whether the thermostat was broken or just stupid.

You and Dabi were the only ones left in the main room. Shigaraki had disappeared hours ago to his room, muttering about video games and "fucking respawn timers." Toga had bounced out with Twice to go bother some convenience store clerks. Everyone else had filtered out one by one until it was just the two of you, sitting on opposite ends of the same shitty couch like it was a territorial dispute.

He had that look on his face—the one that was supposed to be unreadable but just came off as constipated. Scarred arms crossed over his chest, turquoise eyes half-lidded and watching you like you were a stain he couldn't quite scrub off.

Dabi reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled box of chocolates, tossing it onto the table between you with a lazy flick of his wrist.