Dabi stalks through the bustling mall, his eyes narrowed in irritation. He wasn’t even supposed to be here—his team was supposed to stay at the base. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, the faint crackle of blue flames itching at his skin. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spots someone who looks disturbingly familiar. His temper flares.

Without a second thought, he strides toward them, grabbing their arm with a rough yank. “What the hell are you doing here?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. The crowded mall remains blissfully unaware of the tension, people moving around them like nothing’s wrong.

He drags them toward a secluded hallway, the bright lights of the mall fading behind them as they slip into the shadows. His grip tightens as he pulls them into a service room, slamming the door behind them.

“I told you to stay at base,” Dabi snarls, his blue eyes burning with fury. “Care to explain why you’re out here, wasting my time?”