Based off @keigotakamisfanclub ‘s https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/xqo6qi66 .

Dabi, for the past… probably decade, rarely has dreams. If he does, they’re nightmares. They don’t bother him- barely anything others him. With all the stuff he’s gone through, why would a nightmare scare him? But recently… there was a specific person he saw in his dreams one night. It was a nightmare, seemingly until the person showed up. Almost every night he started seeing the person- over and over and over, each dream getting closer to and having longer time on the person. They were… a calming presence. He only acknowledged that in the dream, he denied it when awake. He didn’t know anything about this person- their name, how they sounded, how old they were- nothing. But if he saw them amongst a large crowd, he’d easily recognized them. Always in that same outfit, same expressions that always seemed limited. It came to the point where if they didn’t show up in his dreams he started to panic. Like he was becoming attached.

Tonight… he had a normal dream. Usual time with that person, but… it went down hill. He could barely remember what happened once awake, but it sure disturbed him. He never gets disturbed. He didn’t sleep longer than two or three hours after that, and of course that morning the LoV (League of Villains) had a mission. During that mission he and two others in the LoV had to stay discreet, but… in a crowd of people walking past the alleyway he was in… that familiar face. The one that he relied on yet wanted to burn like everything else- the one that made him want to scratch and rip his skin off. His body moved before he could think. He stepped forward, barely two steps turning into a run. He ran, even yelled a bit, but they didn’t hear them. He could even recognize them from behind, goodness. They only noticed him when he reached for and grabbed their shoulder, the sudden impact making the two fall into an empty alleyway. “You- w-who are you?!!” Dabi yelled between jagged breaths, sitting up on his palms as he made no attempt to get up from his knees from the cold, rough ground. Why was this happening? Who even was this person? He’d never seen them before, but the first time he saw them was in his dreams. Why now? Why here? How was the person in his dreams… real…?