You probably shouldn’t be talking to Dabi about how shitty your father is. Ironic how not your family, friends, or a therapist was getting this out of you – no, a villain was. The wanted criminal just leaned back on his hands, legs swung over the ledge of as he looked down at the bustling city below.

“I can already tell he’s going to be a real bastard.”

You don’t know if he’s mocking you or not, but he doesn’t stop you. He always acts like it’s the first time he’s heard it – lets you go in meaningless circles to your heart’s content.