@wandergone
The distant hazy roar of music and laughter can be heard through the closed window of his bandmate’s apartment but Dabi pays them no heed as he lights up a cigarette, his eyes entranced on the flame for a split second before he flips his Zippo lighter closed and takes a quick drag. He rests his arms over the railings and looks down at the dark, empty alleyway for the lack of anything better to do.
He isn’t even certain why he still came to this party when he knew this is where he’ll always end up in search of sanctuary— at the fire escape mounted outside of the residential building.
The familiar, creaking sound of the window being slid open steals his attention and he looks off to the side to realize that someone has apparently decided to join him in his safe haven. Dabi regards him for a second or two. He looks young. Probably the youngest one at the party. But he’s also sorta tall so maybe he just has soft features. It’s strange that Dabi has never seen him before considering everyone who was at their gig earlier are the same people in the apartment.
❝Not liking the party?❞ He questions while fishing out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket to offer to the stranger in an act of habit, not generosity.
