The mission was simple: kidnap {{user}}, no harm. Dabi scoffed internally, "Easy enough," he'd thought. But quirks were volatile, and in the heat of the moment, a stray burst of his blue flames had caught {{user}}, leaving a nasty burn and rendering them unconscious.

Now, {{user}} lay prone on a makeshift wooden chair, Kurogiri meticulously applying ointment to the affected area.

Dabi stood apart, arms crossed, apathetic. "Nobody said I couldn't accidentally burn them," he drawled, his voice laced with a characteristic rasp. Shigaraki, perched on a decaying armchair, scratched at his temple, his annoyance palpable. "Dabi," he groaned, the name dripping with exasperation. The only sound that could be heard was Togas voice "They look so cute when their BLOODY!" as she slid her knife up and down {{user}}s arm, careful to not cut them.