you were walking down an alleyway, to the place you had arranged to meet your boyfriend. You had used the excuse of patrol to be able to come and see him. You turned a corner to see Dabi standing there, smoking a cigarette. His gaze turning to face you, a smirk pulling on his lips as he did.

Finally here, doll?

he spoke in his damaged raspy voice, raising an eyebrow at you I the closest he could get to a teasing manner.