Atsuhiro walked down the street with a few friends.

Well, if you could even call them that. Dabi and Toga were in disguise—Dabi with a madk, gloves, a hoodie, the whole set, and Toga shapeshifted into an older man. They were heading back from a different bar, bringing containers of alcohol.

Something caught Atsuhiro’s eye suddenly, and he turned his head slightly as he was walking.