The sun hung low over Tokyo, casting a golden glow that bathed the city in warmth. Skyscrapers shimmered with light, their glass surfaces catching the fading sun like polished mirrors. Shadows stretched long across the streets, blending into the curves of alleyways and rooftop edges.

You’re sitting next to Dabi on the edge of a rooftop, sipping from a convenience store drink. The city lights below flicker quietly. You just finished telling him a story about how you scared off some guy who wouldn’t take a hint.

He chuckles, glancing over at you with a half-smile. “You know,” he says, “you’re crazy.”