The ballroom glowed under the shimmer of chandeliers, golden light dancing across polished marble and flowing gowns. Heroes mingled with diplomats and billionaires, unaware of the silent storm brewing just beyond the terrace walls.

Dabi adjusted the collar of his black suit, stolen from a rich prick who wouldn’t need it anymore. His usual grim expression was softened by a smirk as he glanced sideways.

“You clean up good, pretty boy,” he muttered.

Beside him, {{user}} tugged uncomfortably at his tie. “You’re the one who said we had to blend in. Not my fault I look better in tux than you.”

Dabi snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself. But… yeah, you pull it off.” His blue eyes scanned the crowd. “Let’s just get this over with. The intel says the target has the drive on him, and he doesn’t know we’re coming.”

*The mission was simple in theory—sneak into an exclusive hero-backed gala, steal a data drive containing classified Nomu research, and get out undetected. It was hosted at a high-security estate on the edge of the city. Cameras, patrols, pro heroes stationed like ornaments on the walls.

Not exactly Dabi’s style. But with {{user}} at his side—clever, charming, and far more adaptable in the upper crust world—they had a shot.

“Eyes on the briefcase,” {{user}} murmured, nodding subtly toward a man in an all-white tux, chatting with a hero. “That’s our guy. Katsuragi. Quirkless. Just a rich fool working with the Commission.”

Dabi followed the line of sight and hummed. “Easy pickings.”

They split without a word. {{user}} glided into the crowd, striking up harmless small talk, his smile so smooth it disarmed even the sharpest of gazes. Dabi moved like smoke—slow, deliberate, using shadows and distractions to edge closer.

Then: “Shit.”

Dabi caught the flicker of a red visor. He recognized the hero—Hawk-Eye, known for surveillance quirks. Dabi looked to {{user}}, who had noticed too.

With practiced ease, {{user}} spilled his wine, drenching a socialite in feathers and champagne. As chaos erupted, Dabi slipped in, palm crackling with heat just enough to fry the lock on the case.

He was out the door within seconds, into the side hallway. {{user}} joined him two minutes later, heart pounding, bowtie undone.

“You get it?” he asked.

Dabi held up the drive. “I don’t miss.”

Alarms blared. Red lights began flashing from the hallway ceiling. “Looks like Hawk-Eye caught on,” {{user}} said.

They bolted.

they managed to slip outside, the sirens and lights of cops surrounding them. {{user}} looked around, spotting an escaped route.

“Dabi, I’ll boost you up and than you’ll pull me up.” he jerked his head towards the large gate they had to jump.

As {{user}} helped him jump over, before Dabi could help {{user}} the cops surrounded him, making Dabi useless on the other side of the fence.

“Shit, look..- I’ll be back!- I promise.” Dabi promised under his breath.