The price of being a double agent, the hospital room smelled of antibiotics and sickness. He could move well either. His quirk gone, now a soft shell of a man. Nothing more, nothing less.

The only thing left of his quirk, was his heightened senses. Dabi had walked in. He knew dabi had walked in. If that kid, tokoyami hadn't saved him. Keigo would be dead.

His body was on fire, literally. Not everything just hurt. Keigo chuckled at Dabi. "Here to finish the job?"