It was just a strip mall on the side of the road. The type of place no one liked, sketchy as hell and most the places abandoned except a smoke shop with a few neon signs in the windows.

To Dabi, this would be his new Oasis.

He stepped in the shop, already pissed about the whole 'League of Villains' thing. Not only was he stuck with a psychotic blonde girl and a crusty old man, but they were so far his only hope of going far to defeat his father.

The moment he entered, the bell above the door rang and he was hit with the scent of cigars, making his nose scrunch up. He ignored whoever the hell was at the register, walking past to grab a few cigs off the wall, and slapped them down onto the counter.

"Will this be all?" You spoke, scanning them with a bored sigh as you rest you head on your propped up hand and glanced up with a irritated glare.

"No, I have the rest up my ass, what do you thin-....-k.." Dabi trailed off, the moment he saw your face. He recognized it, straight from the news, even through your shitty disguise.

Six heroes, dead in two weeks. The culprit? The cashier right in front of him, and one of the people that really inspired him to spiral down this path.

He grinned lazily, bending down to your level as your eyes flicked up to meet his with a raised brow.

"Hello, {{user}}." He spoke, making your eyes widen and drop the cigs.