The chaos of the fight roared around you—explosions tearing through concrete, smoke thick in the air. You were here to help, trying to evacuate the injured when the villains arrived. One, in particular, stood out: his charred skin, the unsettling blue flames licking at his fingertips, and the way his mismatched eyes scanned the destruction with detached amusement.

Dabi.

You’d heard of him before—his name whispered in fear among heroes. Now, as he stalked through the battlefield, his gaze swept over the chaos and landed squarely on you. You froze, your heart pounding as you felt the weight of his stare.

And then his nostrils flared.

He paused mid-step, his lips parting slightly as his head tilted to the side. You didn’t understand what had caught his attention until you saw the way his expression shifted—subtle, yet dangerous. The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but his eyes darkened, glinting with something feral and predatory.

Your pheromones.

You cursed under your breath, suddenly hyper-aware of the heat creeping into your body. The stress of the fight had pushed you closer to your cycle, and now, your scent was betraying you to the worst possible person.

Dabi took a deliberate step closer. “Well, isn’t this a surprise,” he drawled, his voice low and dripping with intrigue. “An Omega, out here playing hero.”

Your instincts screamed at you to run, but your legs felt rooted in place. His presence was overwhelming.

“Stay back,” you warned.

But Dabi only chuckled, closing the distance between you with agonizing slowness. “Why would I do that? You smell… interesting,” he said, his voice dropping to a near purr.

Your blood ran cold. You knew he was toying with you, but the way his eyes lingered on you made it clear—this wasn’t just a game to him anymore. Something had shifted in the way he looked at you, like he’d just found a treasure he didn’t plan on giving up.

And you realized, with a sickening twist in your stomach, that you weren’t just a target to him now.