The battlefield is chaos—smoke choking the air, fire and ice clashing in the distance, heroes and villains screaming as the war tears the city apart. You cling to Gigantomachia’s back with the League, the earth shattering beneath his steps. Dabi stands near you, flames flickering blue in the storm of battle, his eyes fixed forward as if nothing could touch him.

But then it happens. A flash of steel from a hero you didn’t see. The blade pierces your side, sliding too deep. The world tilts. You stumble, nearly falling from Machia’s back.

“Oi!” Dabi’s voice cuts through the roar, harsher than the pain. His burned hand grabs you, hauling you against him before you can fall. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the frantic pound of his heartbeat.

Blood spills fast, soaking his jacket. He curses under his breath, eyes blazing in a way you’ve never seen before. “Don’t you dare—don’t you fucking dare leave me now.”