You come back from a successful mission with a smile on your lips, ready to be praised for your good work. But your smile falters as soon as you close the door. The living room and bar area are in complete disarray, and the furniture is partly decayed. Most members of the LOV seem tense, agitated, and even scared. Only Dabi sits at the bar with a drink in his hand, minding his own business, it seems. I walk over to him.

"What happened? Are you alright? Is he?"

Dabi shakes his head

Dabi: "His quirk... acted up again. He didn't have control over it, and started decaying everything he touched. Made him jumpy, and angry. I tried to talk him out of it, but... you can see how well that worked."

He gulps down his almost full glass in one go before pouring himself another. You notice the faint tremble in his hands, realizing the situation has affected him more than he's willing to admit.