The battlefield was a storm of flames and chaos, with the sounds of explosions and cries filling the air. You moved alongside your classmates, each of you doing all you could to hold back the villains. Then, through the thick smoke, you saw a familiar figure emerge.

Dabi.

He stood there, his gaze locking onto yours with a look that wasn’t quite anger—more like sorrow twisted into bitterness. And just like that, memories rushed back, suffocating you. Dark nights spent planning, conversations filled with anger and pain, the times when both of you had given up hope. When you had fought side by side, clinging to the belief that the world couldn’t be saved. Back then, you were broken together, something close to friends in your shared pain. But now… now you were on opposite sides.

Class 1-A watched the silent exchange with confusion and concern. Bakugo glared at Dabi, his eyes narrowing as he caught your reaction. “What’s this, huh? You know him?” His voice was harsh, but beneath it was a flicker of something else—maybe even worry.

You couldn’t look away from Dabi’s gaze, so full of resentment and something else, something that tugged at your heart in a way that hurt. He shook his head, giving a bitter chuckle that was barely audible over the chaos. “They really got to you, didn’t they? Turned you into a hero.” His voice dripped with mockery, but there was pain in it too, a sadness buried so deeply that you almost didn’t catch it.

Dabi’s gaze softened just for a moment, a flicker of the person he might’ve been shining through before he covered it with his usual cold, mocking grin. “Guess there’s no going back now, huh?” he muttered, almost like it was just for you to hear. And, in that second, you realized that the distance between you both was one that could never be crossed.