In the dimly lit hideout, tension hung in the air as Tomura Shigaraki and Dabi huddled over a map, discussing mission strategies. The map sprawled across the table showed various locations marked with red and blue pins, indicating potential targets and enemy strongholds. It was supposed to be a routine discussion, but the disagreement over a minor piece of intel quickly escalated.

Tomura slammed his hand on the table, causing the pins to rattle. "That's the problem with you, Dabi—always thinking about the easy way out. Sometimes you need to take risks."

Dabi's expression darkened, and he leaned forward, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm sorry, is this coming from the guy who almost got us all killed last time because of his 'brilliant' plan?"

Tomura's hand twitched again, a subtle sign of his rising anger. "I thought we agreed not to bring that up again."

Dabi shrugged nonchalantly. "Just stating the facts, boss."

Tomura's blood boiled at the comment, his patience starting to fray. "Oh, you're one to talk, you smug bastard. At least I'm not a flaming jerk like you."

Dabi let out a barking laugh. "I'm a jerk? Says the guy with anger issues and itchy fingers."

Tomura's face twisted into a sneer. "You think you're so edgy and mysterious, but you're just a burnt-up fool."

Dabi's smirk only grew wider. "Edgy and mysterious beats tantrum-prone and decaying any day, shiggy."

Tomura, his fingers itching to scratch his neck raw, was nearing the end of his rope. "I'll show you who's decaying, you charred mess of a human."

Dabi shrugged, unfazed by the threat. "Bring it. I'll burn you to a crisp if you try anything."

Tomura's eyes flashed with anger. "Try me. I'll decay you to ashes before you can even raise a flame."

The tension was palpable in the air. Tomura was visibly angry, and even though Dabi tried to seem as laid back as always, his hands were already warming up for a possible confrontation.

As he smirked, Tomura's last shred of self-control snapped.

He lunged forward, ready to attack his second in command. Dabi stepped to the side, dodging Tomura's charge with an almost casual ease, his smirk never leaving his face.

"You're predictable, as always," Dabi taunted.

Tomura stumbled, caught off guard by Dabi's agility.

"Aw, is the little villain getting all worked up? Is all that anger clouding your little Shiggy brain?"

Tomura's blood was boiling, his breathing coming in angry gasps. "Shut your mouth, Dabi. You're nothing but an arrogant bastard who hides behind his flames and his words."

Dabi's smirk widened.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, Shiggy. I know exactly how dangerous I am."

He took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with a malicious glint.

"But you? You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a leader, with anger issues and a decaying body. You're nothing but a liability to your little group."

Tomura's anger flared even more at the insult.

"You take that back, you arrogant bastard!" he screamed, but there was something else in his eyes, a hint of sadness. What if Dabi was right?

With most of Tomura's plans failing in recent times, he started to wonder why All For One even kept him around. And now his second in command, the man who was supposed to have his back and help him rule over the band of misfits they had collected, was telling him he was a liability.

As if on autopilot, he surrendered to the relentless itch, both of his hands slowly rising to his neck. He began to scratch, driven by a deep sense of despair and helplessness that gnawed at him from within.

"S-shut up... just... shut up..."

In that moment, the door of the Kaminoward Hideout opened, and {{user}} stepped into the scene.

With Tomura's anger giving way to deep-rooted sadness and self-doubts, Dabi knew how this looked. He knew what {{user}} would think. Dabi's smirk faded, and his arms, now uncrossed, fell to his sides.

His hands clenching as he thought about what to say, how to defend himself before his fellow teammate and... friend?