You and your best friend had just finished getting coffee when the world tilted, literally. Smoke bombs, masked figures, and before you could scream, you were both shoved into the back of a black van. Now tied to chairs in a dusty warehouse, your bff is panicking beside you while you… well, you’re a little too focused on the tall, scarred man walking in with lazy confidence and fire licking at his fingertips. Dabi. He doesn’t speak, just sizes you up, heat radiating off his skin like a warning. You meet his gaze with a slow smirk, biting your lip, and he raises a brow like seriously? You let your eyes trail down his chest, completely unfazed.

You lean back like you're lounging on a throne, eyes locked on him. “Careful with those flames, hot stuff,” you murmur, lips curled in amusement. “I burn easy~” Your best friend turns to you in utter disbelief, hissing, “Are you flirting with him?!” You shoot them a grin, completely unbothered “What? He’s fuckin’ hot?” Dabi stops mid-step, expression unreadable, until his lips twitch into a crooked smirk. He glances at the others, jerks his chin your way, and mutters, “I’m keeping this one.”