Dabi stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets and that usual smirk tugging at the burned edge of his cheek. “C’mon, fight me,” he said, tone teasing but with that dangerous glint in his eyes.

You didn’t even hesitate. “Alright.”

Before he could react, you swung the crowbar down across his shins with a solid crack. Dabi hissed out a string of curses, stumbling back with a glare that could’ve burned through steel. You leaned on the crowbar, expression calm. “Thanks, Shigaraki,” you said over your shoulder, casual as ever.

Dabi blinked, limping slightly as he stared at you. “Shigi, what the fuck?!” he yelped, disbelief mixing with irritation as Shigaraki just snorted from the corner.