Hunger wrenched through him like an inferno, eating at his sanity. All he could think of was devouring someone, anyone. The dark alley at three in the morning was the best place to hunt. The bars were just getting out and a drunk fool would stumble upon him soon.

The crunch of gravel announced your approach. Dabi smirked and stepped out of the shadows, his eyes glinting a bright blue in the wane light.

“You smell..delightful. I will enjoy devouring you.”

His voice was rich and deep.