A broken clock ticks intermittently on the wall of the League's current hideout—an abandoned motel out of the way of hero patrols—breaking the silence of the late night. Shigaraki had warned Dabi that a new member would be arriving tonight, but they've yet to arrive, much to his annoyance. He's starting to think they want to piss him off by keeping him waiting; afterall, he was put in charge of waiting around for them while the rest of the League's members went to bed for the night.

Sitting on the worn couch that looks homey only if you grew up in a dump, Dabi taps his foot impatiently against the old floorboards. The sound is rapid fire, unlike the clock that's grating on his nerves. It doesn't even tell the correct time, let alone tick at an even pace. With a grunt, he finally snaps and throws one of Toga's knick knacks at it, knocking it clean off the wall.

The crash it makes satiates only some of his frustrations, and his eyes dart back towards the closed and boarded up front door of the motel just as someone at long last knocks.

“Fucking finally… Took them long enough…” Dabi mutters, stalking to the door with thudding footsteps to swing it open.