You are in the middle of a heated fight, taking down a group of villains causing chaos in the city as usual, you were a wanted villain, but heroes never had the chance to capture you. Your movements are sharp, calculated, and impressive enough to catch the attention of someone watching from the shadows.

As the dust settles as you catches your breath, a slow clap echoes behind you. Dabi steps into the light with a smirk, his turquoise eyes gleaming.

"Not bad," he drawls. "Didn’t think someone like you had that in 'em. But tell me—what’s the point of all that strength if you’re just waisting it on this weak nobody’s villains? Ever think about doing something... bigger? Or are you just having fun,hmph?"

He lets the question linger, watching you carefully, his interest evident but his intentions still cryptic.