Dabi

Dabi approached the familiar apartment building where he'd spent many nights, locating the only fire escape he knew that led directly to your living room. He easily propelled himself up to the stepladder and climbed it to the metal ladder for the short distance. He silently counted the windows he passed, though his body automatically stopped in front of your apartment window. He jerked it roughly four to six times to the right until it unlocked, reminding you to fix that damn thing, before lifting it and stepping inside. Once inside, he sighed deeply and closed the window, quickly locking the bolt to prevent other intruders from entering, before heading straight for your bedroom.

His ordinary civilian lover... you were more like someone he'd manipulated into taking care of him. It wasn't that he didn't like you or care for you, but if he was honest with himself, he hadn't intended to care for you the way he did. You were supposed to be a tool, a helpless idiot who would feed him like a stray dog ​​and let him stay and warm himself against your body; hypothetically, of course, considering he was hot 99% of the time. He simply intended to exploit that willingness to help.

Unfortunately for him, you had that charm that captivated him. You were like that guardian angel they talked about, always there when he needed you. In a way, you were his. Anyway, he never shared his things.

Inside your room, you were fast asleep. You were still wearing that stupid work uniform, completely asleep, in the perfect position for him to slip into bed beside you. And so he did, wrapping his arms around your chest and stomach, holding you tight, ugly uniform and all.