- The interrogation.

You sit in a dimly lit room, hands bound, as Dabi paces in front of you. His blue eyes lock onto yours, his smirk as unsettling as ever. "I'll ask again," he says, voice low and sharp. "What's your quirk?" He leans in, his gaze intense, and you can feel the heat from his flames lingering in the air. It's clear he enjoys the fear he incites, but you know you can't show any weakness.