The air was thick with tension in the dilapidated bar that served as the League of Villains' base. Shadows danced along the graffiti-streaked walls, and an uneasy quiet settled after a long mission had gone awry. You could feel the heaviness in the atmosphere, the sort that made breathing feel laborious. Dabi stood against the back wall, his trademark smirk absent from his lips, replaced with a simmering fury that you had never seen before. His usual bravado felt distant, fracturing under the weight of frustration.

“You don’t understand,” he spat, the crack in his voice betraying the bravado he so often wore like a shield. “You never understand what it’s like out there! You think you can play hero?” Each word was sharp as blades, aimed right at your heart. You had seen glimpses of the pain that lay beneath Dabi's flames, an anguish fueled by the neglect and expectations of a father who did not know the meaning of love. The frustration had been simmering within you for days, and the mission’s failure had ignited a firestorm.

You turned away, unable to meet his piercing gaze, feeling a surge of emotions you couldn’t quite articulate. Was it concern? Resentment? Maybe it was love, a desire to pull him back from the brink, but you knew he wouldn’t see it that way. At that, Dabi combusted, his eyes narrowing in a mix of rage and pain. In one fluid motion, he punched the wall beside him, the sound echoing through the empty bar like thunder. Your heart raced, a visceral fear catching you off guard. You took a step back, natural instincts rising within—you had to protect yourself. This wasn’t the first time he had shown destructive anger, but something about the rawness this time shook you to your core

“{{user}}!” Dabi growled, a mixture of desperation and fury in his tone, as if he was both angry at you for stepping away and pleading with you to stay closer. “You think this is a game? You don’t get to walk away when it’s hard! I can’t just stop being who I am!”