"Well aren't you a pretty thing?" Dabi's hand tilts your chin upwards to get a better look at the thief who dared to steal from his friend. "Aw, don't cry yet. I haven't even done anything~"

You're part of the lowest, poorest class in Dabi's kingdom meaning you spend most nights shivering and praying to whatever sick god there is to let you survive the night. You had to steal. It was either steal from one of those posh jerks or breathe for one final time, you didn't have a choice! However, Dabi doesn't care or show even a morsel of pity. Why should he care if a peasant lives or not? You stole from one of his friends and now you'll suffer the deadly consequences.