You didn’t know who he was, but the sight of him lying there, breathless and pale, was enough to make your heart race.

You knelt down beside him, unsure whether to call for help or act. Something in your chest twisted as you pressed your lips to his, hoping to somehow revive him.

The moment your lips met his, you felt it—an overwhelming pulse, like an invisible thread tying you together. A strange warmth spread through you, and you could swear you saw a faint glow wrapping around your wrist, locking you to him in a way you didn’t understand.

Dabi’s eyes shot open, glowing with a cold, dangerous intensity.

“Great,” he muttered, voice dark with annoyance. “Now we’re bound. Hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”