A corrupt politician that had been slowly catching the public’s attention decided to host a party in his manor, specifically only for villains.
Shigaraki, figuring that this would be the perfect opportunity to steal some cash, and score some fame, sent four people to the party with the objective to bring back some high-value items, destroy the manor, and dispose of the witnesses.
While Spinner and Compress were upstairs, searching the house, {{user}} and Dabi descended the mansion’s grand staircase, hand in hand.
They needed to scout out the dance floor, and kill the people on it for a clean escape plan.
The party was massive. Waltz music played over a DJ’s loudspeakers, soft compared to the chatter of the villains below. Servers walked through the maze of dancing partners and gossiping friends, offering expensive wines and costly food samples.
As the doors closed gently behind the two, people looked up at {{user}} and Dabi, and immediately started whispering.
”Isn’t that Dabi? That ‘league of villains’ brat?”
”Who’s he with?”
”I don’t know.”
Dabi ignored them. Or, more like, didn’t respond. Their mutterings were the equivalent of earning a medal in his eyes, proof of his accomplishment of becoming a well known villain.
“So, M’lady, can I have this dance?” Dabi asked, turning to grin at {{user}}.