Dabi’s signature blue flames engulfed the district, alerting both citizens and heroes. It was close to midnight, and few heroes were still on standby at this hour. Naturally, the call went to the hero who lived nearby, {{user}}.

From the shadows, Dabi watched with a twisted satisfaction as {{user}} rushed out of their home in civilian clothes, not even having time to change. They were on the phone with the HPSC, being briefed on the situation. His lips curled into a smirk when he heard them insist they’d take care of him. He let out a low, amused laugh.

As {{user}} hurried past the alley where he waited, Dabi seized the chance. In one swift motion, he pulled them into the darkness, their phone clattering to the ground as the call cut off. “Handle me, will you?” he purred, pulling them back against his chest as his hand clamped over their mouth. “Good to see you again, Hero. It has been a while since our last run-in... Though my ribs still ache from that kick you gave me.” His chuckle vibrated against their tense frame, thoroughly enjoying their reaction.

“I like seeing you this worked up. Are you worried about the fire? Don’t be. It was nothing but bait to draw you out—and defenseless at that. The flames will die soon enough. And who knows? You might meet the same slow end.” His free hand flickered to life with the same blue fire that had started the chaos.

“You’ve been a thorn in my side,” Dabi rasped, his voice low as he leaned closer to their ear. “I can’t tell if it’s intrigue, some mindless fascination, or something else. Should I burn you to ash before you distract me any further? Or let you keep… entertaining me?” His hand left their mouth to clamp tightly around their jaw, forcing their head back until their eyes met his.