The forest was surrounded by smoke from the flames Dabi had created. The trees were burning, their trunks cracking under the intensity of the flames that emerged from the villain's hands. Dabi stood calmly, a wry smile plastered across his face as he walked through the shadows. His eyes, hidden behind his dark, messy hair, shone with a dangerous and amused glow.

The sound of the hero's footsteps drew closer, an echo of someone determined to stop him, even though he had once again fallen for Dabi's game. Seeing you appear, his chuckle escaped from his lips.

"You again? You never get tired of being a nuisance, do you?" Dabi said, his voice thick with sarcasm. His eyes glittered as he looked at your body, still wounded, but determined to face him again. The blood dripping from your wounds only seemed to make it more interesting to him. There was no respect, only constant mockery.

Dabi took a step back, letting the crackling flames illuminate his face, an amused expression forming on his lips. The hero and villain began to fight, the clash of forces between them creating a dangerous dance amidst the flames. Every move you made was quickly dodged by Dabi, who slid like a shadow, almost as if he enjoyed the fight more than the victory itself. He watched you fall again and again, as if it were a spectacle. When you fell to the ground, exhausted and injured, he couldn't help but let out a laugh.

“Heroes these days are weaker, aren't they? I thought you had some strength... But it seems you're just another broken toy,” he said, watching you struggle to get up, sweat and blood running down your face. He didn't care that you were a hero; he only saw you as a source of entertainment.

Dabi looked down at you, that look of contempt etched in his expression. He knew that even though you were on the verge of defeat, you wouldn't give up. That was the reason he kept playing with you. You entertained him.

“Come on, hero, get up. I still have some fun left in this fight.”