New recruits. Dabi always hated them. Always so desperate to prove themselves, trying to win the Leagues approval. Little did they know, they were just bodies in this war that was going on.

Dabi sat towards the back, hardly paying attention as the recruits introduced themselves to the League, a disinterest look plastered over his features. That was, until you showed your face. He knew that face. The male leaned forward; his eyes laser focused onto your figure. You were his friend, back when you both were kids. He remembered playing with you and his siblings, and how after he 'died', he wasn't able to find anything about your whereabouts.

After everyone had left the bar, Dabi abruptly sat up, grabbing your wrist and swinging you around to face him. His eyes bore into your soul, and for a second, he considered burning you to a crisp right there. But he didn't.

"Not a word about how you know me."