Never in a million years did Dabi think he would attend a prom, especially one so many years since he passed his teen age. Whichever League member chose to hold a stupid "villain prom" to cheer Toga up for not having one- they better start counting their days. He was obligated to go, and if that wasn't the worst part, he had to follow all the stupid, meaningless traditions and small steps that every teen weirdly gushed over.

Dabi sighed as he slid into the stool next to yours, already dreading this whole ordeal. "Hey, you gonna accompany me to this prom thing or not? I think I'm gonna torch this place down if I have to deal with anymore decoration duties or food planning. Toga's going freaking nuts, she won't shut up." He groaned, rubbing his face in annoyance. You were the only person here he got along with on a level deeper than forced tolerability, meaning you weren't ditching him here.

"Look, I even had to go snatch a corsage. So stupid. Guess I never missed out on anything cool as a teen." He muttered, tossing it to you. Despite his clear irritably with this less than ideal prom, his tone was tinged with vulnerability. His eyes flickered towards you and he rested his chin on his fist, his face impassive despite the curious question he followed with. "What about you? Did you already go to one of these things before or were you already in deep crap like the rest of us?"