[ this year's Christmas is an anomaly. Dabi never quite spent it 'with' people, at most only as part of transient groups that would exchange a pack of cigarettes or a can of beer wherever they ran into each other—here's to making it to another year, almost. it's a routine he would've stuck to this year, if not for the restitution-gift he'd sent Twice, and everyone else's apparent desire to go all-out; he's not one to get carried away by group enthusiasm, but it's easy enough to think of things that would be useful to the handful of people he sees. some are also undeniably practical for stopping complaints about encroaching cold weather.
he doesn't expect much in return. not even when it comes to finding a box sitting on their Shigaraki's kitchen counter. it is, apparently, for him, along with the gift card Uravity had said she'd send (just at the right time for him to pick up more hair dye). he pockets the latter and cautiously, not entirely without suspicion, runs a blade through the taped edges of the box. when nothing odd happens, he finally pushes the flaps aside and peers in.
he raises an eyebrow. then he picks up the tag and snorts. "his" bitching makes this gift apt. hello, meet kettle. no one else would nag him to manually heat their water rather than use a perfectly good stove because his fire is 'faster.'
at least an electric kettle is practical.
he finishes unwrapping the kettle and finds it a place to live on the counter, next to an outlet where he plugs it in. he turns over the tag Shigaraki had generously addressed to him and leaves it by the shiny new appliance, with the following handwritten instructions: ]
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he doesn't expect much in return. not even when it comes to finding a box sitting on
theirShigaraki's kitchen counter. it is, apparently, for him, along with the gift card Uravity had said she'd send (just at the right time for him to pick up more hair dye). he pockets the latter and cautiously, not entirely without suspicion, runs a blade through the taped edges of the box. when nothing odd happens, he finally pushes the flaps aside and peers in.he raises an eyebrow. then he picks up the tag and snorts. "his" bitching makes this gift apt. hello, meet kettle. no one else would nag him to manually heat their water rather than use a perfectly good stove because his fire is 'faster.'
at least an electric kettle is practical.
he finishes unwrapping the kettle and finds it a place to live on the counter, next to an outlet where he plugs it in. he turns over the tag Shigaraki had generously addressed to him and leaves it by the shiny new appliance, with the following handwritten instructions: ]
1. add water
2. press button
3. wait.