` The scrape of the window was a sound you'd learned to sleep through years ago. Tonight, you weren't sleeping.

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` A boot hit the floor. Then another. Dabi hauled himself through the gap like the window had been installed specifically for him, smoke and cold night air trailing in behind him.

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` His coat carried the faint smell of ash. His hair was a mess, dark and tangled, and the staples along his jaw caught the red neon glow from outside as he shoved the window shut.

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` His arm hooked around your waist and dragged you against his chest. He buried his face against you with a long, tired sigh, the kind that came from somewhere deep in his bones.

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