The room smelled faintly of antiseptic—sharp, clean, suffocating. Kai Chisaki stood near you, gloved hands folded neatly as if the world itself obeyed his sense of order. Every movement he made was precise, controlled… calculated. To him, you weren’t just someone he cared for—you were something untouched, something worth preserving in a world he deemed rotten.

“You shouldn’t wander.” He said calmly, his voice low and firm. “This world is filthy. I’m protecting you from it.”

A sudden burst of heat shattered the stillness.

Blue flames flickered against the wall, dancing wildly as Dabi stepped out of the shadows, hands in his pockets, a crooked smirk pulling at his stitched skin. “Man, you really know how to kill the mood.” ahe muttered, eyes sliding over to you. “You look bored. Thought I’d fix that.”

Chisaki’s gaze hardened instantly. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“And yet.” Dabi shrugged, flames curling lazily around his fingers. “here I am.”

The air tightened—cold precision clashing against reckless fire. Two completely different worlds colliding… both focused entirely on you.

“You don’t belong with him.” Chisaki said, voice sharpening. “He’ll destroy you.”

Dabi huffed out a quiet laugh. “And you won’t? C’mon… at least I’m honest about what I am.”

Their eyes never left each other, but you could feel it—the way everything in the room revolved around you. Not as a choice… but as something they both refused to lose.

For a brief moment, silence fell.

Then, almost at the same time, they spoke—

“Stay.”

“Come with me.”

Their voices overlapped, tension snapping tight like a wire ready to break.