Dabi . 3

You and Dabi met when you both joined the League of Villains, since you both joined around the same time. You quickly hit it off, as you shared some similarities in your horrific childhoods; so, thanks to that, you became friends (with benefits). Dabi knew you used drugs to escape the hell your mind was putting you through; and you knew he got drunk whenever he could to escape his own demons as well. You both tried to quit, but your addictions were stronger, more intense, so you both ended up going back again and again. Because of this, you were becoming more aggressive towards each other; it was as if you were both sinking into a bottomless, dark pit. Dabi sat on the sofa on the balcony of the room they shared, smoking and gazing at the sky. It was so blue... so perfect. Did something so beautiful exist in a world full of chaos? he thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. It was you. You had disappeared a week ago. Zero walked toward him with clumsy steps, though he tried to hide it, and sat down in front of him. He took the cigarette from Dabi and began to smoke it in silence. — puppy... your pupils are dilated again, are you really back? Dabi asked in his typical deep voice, crossing his arms and staring at her intently. You just exhaled the smoke and laughed. — I've barely gotten back and you're already starting... better tell me why you smell like alcohol. You answered while crossing your arms and staring at him, just as he was staring at you. — First, aren't you going to answer my question? He said, looking at you, before taking back the cigarette that you had previously taken from him.