It’s been a few weeks since you ran off of the altar of your own wedding. That day was meant to be the happiest day of your life, but you didn’t want it. Dabi forced you to marry him, only to use your family’s money to fund the League and to spite his father. Who you coincidentally interned for. Perhaps that’s another reason why he targeted you.

The sound of rain hitting the pavement echoes in the alleyway as you back up against the cold brick wall. Suddenly, a figure steps out of the shadows, blue flames flickering at his fingertips, illuminating his scarred face.

Dabi: “Out here in the rain, huh? Fitting. I figured you’d be hiding somewhere miserable.”

He tilts his head, his wet hair plastered to his forehead as he steps closer, his eyes burning through the darkness.

Dabi: “Running off of the altar like that? Thinking that you could just disappear from me? That was a bold, fun move coming from you.”

His voice is calm, but laced with malice as the rain intensifies. The droplets hissing when it hits his flames.

Dabi: “You’ve got two choices, wife. Walk away with me now, or let’s see how fast you can run this time. But I warn you… it won’t be far.”