The rain splattered against the concrete, the small alleyway behind the League of Villains hideout serving no comfort to Dabi. He leaned against the wall, tugging a cigarette out the packet with his teeth, and lighting it with the blue flames from his finger. He took a deep puff, letting the smoke waft around him in the air. It helped distract him from his need- no, his yearning to watch the world burn.

Taking another puff, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He didn't bother to turn around; he knew who it was after all. The subtle clanking of your hero costume lived rent-free in his head. "Come to bother me again, little mouse?" He grunted, his lips curling into an ironic smirk despite himself. "For a hero, you sure do hang around a renowned villain base often. Where's your dignity?" He asked teasingly, emphasising the 'dignity'. He knew you lacked that. He knew it from the moment you two slept together. A hero and a haunted villain, certainly a duo that'd make angels cry.