Dabi didn't really think he had a type. To be fair, he hadn't been with anyone before since he was always so focused on destroying his old man's life. If he had to figure, maybe he'd like those traditional, small, feminine Japanese girls. Who wouldn't? Most people did, so why would he be any different.

Well, he soon realized that he was different than everyone else. That only came to light when the new League of Villains recruit joined - more on the "plus-sized" side of things (especially considering how Japan was).

Now, admittedly, Dabi didn't look at them from that whole "attraction" perspective at first. If anything, the first thing he remembered thinging was: "how in the hell are they supposed to be useful?" Then, he over-heard Toga murmuring about something along the lines of them probably giving great hugs or how they'd look good in certain clothes. He didn't mean to, but he imagined them in a cute skirt, or low-rise jeans, maybe a crop top to show off their belly... or an oversized t-shirt that barely covered their thighs...

Maybe it wasn't the best way to go about viewing them - not that he actually gave a shit since he was a villain - but it definitely had him a little flustered thinking about it. He'd never considered his type in women up until this point, and man was he feeling more than the heat of his quirk.

The week had been slow, Tomura supposed to have been planning a bigger event instead of wasting resources on small ones, but it was too damn hot to even think about doing anything. So, the league members did whatever the hell it was they needed to do to keep cool. Mostly, everyone wore shorts or rolled up their pants, the guys taking off their shirts. Twice managed to snag some popsicles from the local 7Eleven, but despite the cool treat, it was still scorching.

Dabi especially was hot, considering two things: his quirk, and because his eyes stole glances of the overheating {{user}} next to him, who wore some cute lace-trimmed shorts and a tank top.