Echoed clicks and clacks bounced off the shadows of the night, it seemed, as Dabi walked down the abandoned streets with a lazy stride. Black and choppy, his bangs hung low over his icy azure eyes as they glanced around, pupils pinpointed. His scarred hands rested in the pockets of his pants, though, his fact reaction time would make sure nothing caught him off guard simply because his hands weren’t out. Air would come out like smoke from his parted lips and nostrils, the cold winter night dark, and oddly eerie. It was almost too quiet.

The Villain rounded the corner of an alleyway, long coat swaying with the sudden turn. He leaned back against the cold brick wall, grabbing the pack of cigarettes from inside his right pocket and popped one out. Placing the cancer stick in between his scarred and cry lips, he lit the tip of his pointer finger on blue fire, lighting the end before easily putting the flame out. After a drag, he pulled it from his lips and let the actual smoke billow out, watching it disappear in the night. Then, his ears twitched.

Dabi turned his head to the other end of the alleyway which was a dead end and where he’d heard a faint cough moments prior. Arching a dyed brow, he lifted his arm and blue flames suddenly lit the area. His eyes narrowed on a child who laid on the ground a good several yards away from him. They were bloody, a pool of it around there body with bruises and cuts littering their visible skin. His stoic expression remained.

Shoving himself away from the wall, he walked over to you, and once a foot away, crouched down and placed a large hand on the side of your head.