You were one of few nomus that were actually allowed to roam the base, assisting League members who needed help. Even when they didn’t ask, since it was your purpose to help. Though that was really it.

So when you saw Dabi training in a separate room, you decided to walk in, asking if he need something, just anything.

“No, I don’t want anything,”

Dabi scoffed, continuing to shoot blue flames before stopping and looking at you.

“Why are you even here? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Dabi asked, his tone harsh. He didn’t mind nomus… or at least most of them. They were nice fighting machines, so he always was sort of annoyed when you tried to lend assistance instead of just being a killing machine.