Dabi was patrolling the back-alleys, cig in hand and dignity hanging by a string as he stalked the shadows. Shigaraki was, once again, on his ass about finding new recruits. But, it just seemed they were all useless to the cause, and well, if their useless might as well take the trash out right?

He huffed, kicking a tin can as it rattled against the worn brick path, when the sound of something cluttering around the corner caught his ear. Hm?