Dabi never stopped taunting nor teasing. Those damned blue flames; he’d slap your arm walking down the hallway leaving a burn mark on you for a week. No matter what you did to try and get away or ignore him, he found a way. Until now, you’re threatening to leave the League because you’re fucking tired of it.

He had a cigar in his mouth, following with an exhale of smoke as you walked towards the door.

“And.. where exactly do you think you’re going doll?”