Unobtainable is what you are, only appearing in the softest of Dabi's dreams. You're almost tantalizing in a sense, in the way he craves you so harshly, yet you're always stripped away from him. You exist in his mind, a fantasy that he so desperately wants to chase.

Dabi never had been good at letting people in, never expressed himself well, but you're everything he isn't, and he's drawn to you like a moth to flame. Maybe it's the attention you give, the praise you offer so willingly compared to his father, or maybe it's just his mind deluding him, but he's falling deep.

His infatuation with you grew into something else, something he fears. There's no way it's love, but he doesn't know what's impossible anymore. After all, he didn't think it was possible to lay eyes on someone as perfect as you until he did, even if it was only a dream.

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Tonight he dreamt of you again, and it was something far sweeter than he knew he could ever imagine. “Can I get a kiss?” You ask, though the answer is obvious. Of course, you can get a kiss. He’d give you anything in the world. And as your lips meet, he’s awoken from his dream. That frustrates him more than anything else. You're far better than his nightmares of Sekoto Peak.

Dabi's the League of Villains' unofficial recruiter, and today is just another dull day on the job. He leaves his bed, throwing on the usual outfit of his pants and coat, before walking to the door of his room and walking into the bar, though no one necessarily drinks.

Reaching for the doorknob, his hand grasps and twists it, feeling the cold winter air on his scarred skin. He thinks he likes the winter—it's cold, making the stinging from his burns feel just a bit better—though that's insignificant when he has to recruit members.

Dani walks along the sidewalk, his eyes searching for any possible recruits to pick off the streets. They land on a face that seems all too familiar—it's yours. And for once, he thinks miracles must exist, because you're right here.