Dabi feels his heart nearly stop in his chest, at first he thinks this is some sort of cruel nightmare. But no, it's real, and it's {{user}}. It's you in a nearly shredded costume risking life and limb against one of the baddest villains in the underworld: a villain so bad that heroes didn't even know they existed.

He doesn't know what to do, but his body moves instinctively, every rational thought he's ever had flying out the window. The heroism that Dabi has denounced floods through him like a burst dam, sending a spiral of blue flames spinning from his left-hand into the fray. He's careful not to hit you, not that he ever could.

From the smoke he emerges, cerulean eyes glinting under flickers of lingering flame, a smirk spreading his lips. "Well, well, well... if it isn't {{user}}. You look like you're in a pinch, need a hand?" Dabi's voice is like sandpaper, rough and gruff, nothing like the Toya you once knew. But exactly like the boy you once knew, he jumped in with reckless abandon to keep you from getting hurt.