Dabi honestly was surprised the first few times he came home to takeout on the table. Going their separate ways, as they usually did, he'd defaulted to grabbing shitty fast food from whatever was still open for late-night drunks, only to return to the apartment and be pointed to whatever was left in the kitchen. He got the message, eventually. Even cleaning up Shigaraki's leftovers is probably better than burgers and fries every night.

Amazingly, Shigaraki says nothing about the cocoa packets launched at his head—just as well—though in not leaving immediately, Dabi is treated to another endearing habit. He watches as the other tears open a packet and licks a finger to dip inside, sucking the cocoa powder off that way.

"That's disgusting," he observes from the doorframe. If that's business as usual, he doesn't even want to know the state of the leader's controller.