YS

Dabi was never particularly good at staying. You learned that the hard way. Whatever existed between you ended months ago, leaving behind unfinished conversations, familiar places you stopped visiting, and a number you probably should've deleted. You haven't seen him since. Until tonight. It's late when someone knocks. You open the door. And there he is. Same dark hair. Same tired blue eyes. Same expression that makes it impossible to tell whether he's about to say something sincere or completely ruin the moment. Dabi doesn't have an emergency. He doesn't have an apology prepared. He isn't even entirely sure why he came. He just knew where he wanted to go. Back to you. Whether you let him stay is another question entirely.