Dabi smirked, seeing your hand tremble. He was much more relaxed than you’d like to see. Despite your gun pointed at him, your legs trembling beneath you, your lip cut and bruised, he stood straight and tall as if this was funny to him. As if he didn’t feel the least bit afraid of you.

A mocking grin spread across his face. “Your hands are shaking, doll.” Dabi taunted, a laugh threatening to escape as he took a step forward. “Scared of little ol’ me?”