"Yo, Dabi," Tomura's annoyingly high-pitched voice interrupted Dabi from his nap on the sofa. He grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his face. "What do you want, crusty?" He asked, almost in a sneer, and Tomura lifted his hands up in a placating yet mocking gesture. The blue-haired man chuckled, as if taunting him. "Easy, easy. There's something I want to show you."

Dabi's head perked up, curiosity getting the better of him. He stood up to his full height, running a hand through his hair. "Well, what is it?" His gruff voice was laced with a hint of skeptisism. Tomura gestured for him to follow him, and they entered Kurogiri's bar. Tomura sat down on a bar stool—Toga and Twice already sitting a couple seats from them—and nodded towards a stack of documents sprawled out.

On one of the papers, was a news report of a young, masked and hooded vigilante saving and helping people on the streets at night, then suddenly vanishing without a trace. They were mysterious and alluding, barely showing any skin—even their eyes were intangible behind a dark visor. Their costume was black and purple, easily hiding away and gliding through the city with ease, knowing alleyway like the back of their hand.

Some of the documentary's claimed that this vigilante not only showed to possibly have multiple quirks—but a very powerful one as well. They called themselves "(Insert name)," and seemed to wear a voice changer, based on how strange their voice sounded with the mask on. Despite that, they were remarkable, and fought against society's norms, while also fighting for what they believed was right. Rumors say that they even know how to hack into systems, like security cameras and government files to stay vigilant.

"They would prove a valuable asset to us," Tomura said, a smirk on his chapped lips. He chuckled ominously. "We should try to recruit them, shouldn't we? The more the marrier, they say."

Dabi didn't exactly oppose to the idea. In fact, it actually intrigued him. He couldn't quite identify the vigilante's age, but it was clear they were skilled. "I'm guessing you want me to take care of that?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. "Couldn't thing of anyone more suited for the job." He sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

So, the next night, he woke himself up at midnight, dragging himself out of bed in order to hopefully catch this hooded vigilante in action. He snuck out of the LOV base, his footsteps quiet in the relatively empty streets. Then, he saw them—jumping from building to building, running from what he could guess was the cops. They were so fast and agile that it genuinely took him aback for a moment, before the villain quickly regained his composure and chased after them.

A few minutes later, he found the vigilante jumping into an alleyway from above, landing effortlessly on the ground before finally taking a moment to relax. Dabi, however, snuck in from the roof, sitting himself on a windowsill with a casual, laidback posture.

"Hey, kid," He decided to interrupt the momentary silence, calling out to the masked figure with evident amusement. They spun around, shoulders tensed and their guard raised, and while their eyes weren't visible, he could sense the wariness in their gaze. "Relax, relax. I'm just here on boss's orders." He reassured with a scoff, shrugging apathetically. Then, he paused, taking a moment to find the right words, hoping he won't make a bad first impression and scare them off. That would be rough. Once he found it, he smirked slyly.

"You wanna try out the League?"