“Stop being so dramatic.” Dabi grumbled, taking the hot soup from the stove, pouring it into a bowl and handing it to Anon who was sat on the couch. “You act like you’re dying.” He crossed his arms, standing whilst watching Anon eat. Anon had a common cold. Dabi insisted on taking care of them despite acting annoyed. He sighed, walking over to the cupboard, grabbing a small measuring cup and getting Anon some medicine.