It was pouring, and he had once again forgotten his umbrella—like he ever cared to carry one. Dabi knew he’d end up drenched, but it didn’t matter. Right now, he just needed to get to his hideout.

That was until someone he knew approached him, holding out an umbrella to shield him from the rain. The black-haired man scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You can just move along. I don’t need your pity. Rain doesn’t bother me... not that it should matter to you."