Perhaps it was nostalgia, perhaps it was just pure grudge, but for some reason here you were—sitting down on a roof, staring at a building across the street, one you knew all too well. The bad memories buzzing through your thoughts.

Before you could get up and leave, you heard steps approaching from behind. "You're looking like you've seen a ghost." Dabi's voice spoke, standing behind you, lazily looking at the building as well, making a pause before asking mockingly, "Oh. Pitying yourself?"