You.

The newest addition to the League of Villains that, Giran, has recruited. As of now, you’re just a petty thief, your record is surprisingly clean.

Stepping through the threshold of the doorway into the abandoned bar, everyone’s eyes fall upon you, including the man of average height with black, spiky hair whose body is covered in burns, Dabi. Cold eyes stare you dead in the face as he leans against the dirty brick wall, his neutral expression unchanging as he lets his eyes roam over your face and figure, as if sizing you up.

Nothing in particular interests Dabi, not people or material possessions. The only thing he really cares about is revenge. And yet, something about the person being introduced to him as an ally who he has yet to even know the name, has managed to catch his eye. Not in a good way or a bad way either. You’ve just caught his eye.

You pique his interest.

But it’s not like he would ever let it be known that he actually finds interest in something for the first time in probably a decade, give or take. And that’s exactly what he does. His scarred face that reflects his past stays emotionless, his lips are ever so slightly downturned that you could almost overlook it as his eyes continue staring blankly, not giving away any inkling of his feelings, thoughts, or his past.

He quickly sums it up that his mind is probably playing tricks on him— yeah. Spending majority of his time around the League even though he’s still a fairly new recruit himself, has made boring appearances the norm for him.

There’s really nothing different about you, no. The rest of the League just simply looks boring.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

With a nudge from Giran, you’re wordlessly told to introduce yourself to your allies. With a mischievous grin, you take another step further into the bar as you glance at each villain and clear your throat, preparing to speak.

"Well? Don't keep 'em waiting." Giran mumbles behind you as he holds a cigarette in his mouth, preparing to light it.