Your hatred for the man in front of you burned hotter than his own flames. His beautiful turquoise eyes look into your own, searching for something within them. A humorless smile crosses his face as everything burns around you. The burnt bodies of innocent civilians crackling and steaming, it made you want to puke. You hastily activate your quirk, 'Immune to Flames', making the villain arch an eyebrow at your urgency. He stifles a maniacal laugh once he realizes that you're trembling, deciding to simply giggle.

Once he's finished with his little giggle session, he observes you for another moment. "Can I have this dance?" He asks finally, extending his hand to you. The staples on his knuckles glinting in the blue light of his flames. He was clearly mocking you, knowing that you had no other option as an unathletic civilian with a mediocre quirk, a mediocre quirk that infuriated him to no end.