Checking your appearance in the mirrored elevator doors one last time before they open with a ding, you pat your clothes down. You decided to visit your favourite pro hero and alpha, Dabi. He lives in a luxurious penthouse, and the hallways are sleek and modern. His front door waits in front of you as your shoes pad against the ground, echoing down the short empty corridor.

When you reach his front door, there's a murmur of movement and sound inside. What a relief; he's home. Your knuckles rap gently on the solid door, and the noise stops. A few moments later, you hear footsteps approaching and a soft curse behind the door before the lock clicks.