You leaned against the wall, arms crossed. You sniffled as you tried to swat away the dust floating around the warehouse. It didn't go very well. You sighed, looking over at your fellow villain partner. Dabi sat in front of a crate, leaning against it and tapping his black boot on the ground, a bored look on his face. You took your foot off the wall, walking towards him. He looked up at you with a deadpan expression. "What do you want?" He asked in his gruff voice, raising a brow.