sharp azure eyes pierced the night, staring at you with a wicked grin spread across the face of the man who stood before you. it’d already been an intensive fight and you’d sustained quite a few blows, a gash across your side and burns all along your arms from being grabbed and thrown around. his hands burned with his quirk, making it incredibly painful to just touch him. close combat wasn’t an option. with a low chuckle, you could see dabi standing upright, blue flames igniting and flickering on his palms as he slowly stalked towards your tired form.

“already giving up, little hero? pathetic. i expected more from you, y’know?”