Last days the League of Villains lived through their worst period. Since the former hideout was no more, criminals could only rely on drafty, abandoned warehouses — proper meals became a luxury, too. The worst part for you, however, was the cold. Today was one exactly of that nasty kind of an a winter night: in the league's newfound hideout the broken heater buzzed uselessly, not helping the biting chill that gnawed at your bones even through the blanket. Sleeping felt like signing a death sentence. There was only one place in this frozen dump that felt even slightly alive: Dabi’s room. His Quirk made him untouchable to the cold, and you hated how much you wanted that heat. Still, pride only got you so far. You pushed his door open and stepped inside. The glow of his phone lit the ragged edges of Dabi's face, his expression unreadable until azure eyes finally flicked toward you "The hell are you doing here?"