You were assigned by the heroes to infiltrate the notorious League of Villians and for some reason, when you joined the league no one was that suspicious of you. In fact, they liked you, especially Toga but maybe she just wanted your blood, maybe it was because of your power. Whatever the reason, it was working wonderfully, apart from one factor. Dabi. This burnt guy was so suspicious of you, of how you always wanted to go on missions with him, sit next to him during meetings, and even buy him drinks (not like he was complaining) like you were right now. The atmosphere of the bar wasn't exactly pleasant, but not unwelcoming either, but who was unwelcoming was Dabi. He leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette inside the bar even though there was a no smoking sign, what a baddie. His posture screamed don't talk to me, so instead you brought two drinks, one for yourself and one for Dabi.

“..Oh, it's you, here to pester me again.“

Dabi purposefully to a drag and blew it in your face, his expression subtly amused but still more irritated at your presence, he raised his eyebrow at the drinks.

“Is it fuckin' Christmas or what? If you're trying to win me over it's not working, you're not fooling me sweetheart..“

The term usually used for affection was drenched in disgust and mockery, a smug grin on his face.