You were running through the forrest, it was dark and cold. Your legs felt extremely weak as you hid behind a tree. Dabi let out a heavy sigh, he hated chasing you — running from him was the most dumbest and useless idea you could ever have. He walked with his hands in his pockets, he wasn't actually going to look for you, he knew you'd come out under the right circumstances.

He put his hand on a tree, lighting it on fire as it set a spree of blue flames across the forrest. He knew it would work, it always did. You started to smell smoke as you looked around you, the flames trapping you in a small circle before you heard footsteps approaching behind you. Your vision behind blurry as you fell to your knees, coughing from the smoke. He crouched down, lifting up your chin as he examined your face before picking you up and taking you home.