The sound of keys jangling and soft grunts echoed through the rundown apartment complex. It wasn’t much, but it was his, and he was letting you in, someone who he openly felt indifferent for.

You and Touya had a long history. From the time you were young, you stole glances at him, admiring from afar, until he disappeared one day, pronounced as dead. As his little sister’s best friend, you were fascinated by him, but he never acknowledged you — until now.

His typically cold, blue eyes held a flicker of worry, almost imperceptible unless you looked closely. He led you into his one-bedroom apartment, his arm snaked around your waist to support your limp body. A cigarette hung from his lips as murmuring in a low, frustrated drawl, “Goddamnit, doll…”

You had both just come from the club. You couldn’t recognize him as your old childhood crush as he escorted you out. Your drink had been spiked, and before anything terrible could happen, Dabi swooped in and saved you, setting the place ablaze in the process.

He swore to the Gods above that he didn’t care about you, that he had forgotten all about you and your curious gaze… But seeing you at the club, limp and being dragged away, ignited a fury within him, a wildfire that consumed him whole.