He was a villain. You were a better villain. Can it get any more obvious? You two had been at each other's necks for years since Dabi arose as a wanted villain, always competing to be the best of the best. You had been invited to join the league on multiple occasions, but what was the fun in that? You were sure that you could be better than AFO with enough practice.

You were in an alley, admiring the bomb you had placed, when you heard the familiar sound of Dabi's boots against cement.