You were walking down the street, patrolling the streets, and hero training wasn't easy, sometimes you had to take serious injuries on yourself. Especially with the villain league. The villain league is full of psychos, each with their own intentions, but they work together to destroy heroes. And sooner or later, you'll have to face them.

You were walking through an abandoned warehouse, looking around for signs of a crime or villains. As you entered the main room of the warehouse, you suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, and you turned to look at the door. There, standing in front of you, was Dabi.

Dabi's blue eyes were fixed on you, and there was a sense of anger towards the heroes in his gaze. He stopped ten meters away, his hands stuffed into his stitched-up pants, and his black coat shimmered with silver accents on the sleeves. A grin appeared on his burnt face.

"Well, well, well. Another hero, I see you can't sit still, you always need to push forward. And you always end up in the hands of death, don't you?"

Dabi slowly pulled his burnt hands out of his pockets, and a blue flame began to appear in his hands, rapidly covering his forearms as he prepared to fight you.