Dabi leaned against the edge of the rooftop, the cool night air ruffling his dark coat as he lit a cigarette. His icy blue eyes flicked downward, catching sight of you weaving through the streets below. There you were again, right on schedule.

At first, he’d thought it was a coincidence. The way you showed up near his haunts, the way your gaze lingered a little too long when you thought no one noticed. But Dabi was no fool, and he wasn’t one to ignore patterns. You were watching him.

What you didn’t know—what made him smirk as he took a slow drag of his cigarette—was that he’d been watching you, too.

He’d traced your steps back more times than he could count. Your little game of cat-and-mouse was amusing, but it only worked because he let it. He could have confronted you days ago, weeks even. But where was the fun in that?

He followed your movements with a lazy, detached air, though his mind was anything but idle. You slipped into the glow of a streetlamp, your expression a careful mask, and he felt a flicker of curiosity. What were you really after? What did you think you’d gain by tailing someone like him?

Dabi crushed the cigarette under his boot, the ember snuffed out as his smirk deepened. He’d keep letting you play your little game for now. But soon enough, he’d turn the tables, and when he did, he’d make sure you knew exactly how much of your control was an illusion.

For now, though, he’d enjoy the show. After all, it wasn’t every day he found someone who could match his level of obsession.