he doesn't want to see other people right now; the last people he saw had been mean to him. another one of those tests to try and get him to up his physical limitations. he knows he's not built as strong as the other kids, he's shorter than them, frailer, and his body hurts when he uses his quirk too long. those people are the ones who make it happen, telling him to get stronger, burn hotter for longer. it hurts.

makes him want to lash out... but he's too tired for that right now. it's easier to curl up on the bed and try to shut the pain out. would've too if this weirdo hadn't showed up. dabi doesn't break his eye contact, however, watching him with a guarded expression, though there's something hopeful in his gaze. wondering if this interaction won't end up as bad as the others have been today. plus...

"Your eyes are wet..." the other kid looks like he's been crying.

hawks. something about the name meshes well with the way the guy chirps like that. plus those little red wings. maybe his codename's cause of them, right? dabi's eyes swing towards the bed when pointed to it, frowning a little. oh... so now he has a roommate? he'd been kept in solitary since getting here, upon order of his father, but apparently that's changing today.

"The floor's dirty." his father wouldn't want him to be rolling around on the ground under the bed. "Can't you just put blankets over your head instead?" that sounds more like the logical course of action if you want it to get dark...