You're walking down a dimly lit street, the flickering flames reflecting in puddles at your feet. The acrid scent of smoke lingers in the air, carried by the night breeze.

Laughter rings out beside you—wild, unrestrained. Himiko Toga, in her usual schoolgirl outfit, pulls her beanie down, cheeks flushed with excitement. Her grin is wide, eyes gleaming with mischief as she clutches Dabi’s arm.

"There’s that smile," Dabi murmurs, voice rough like gravel. His stitched lips curve slightly, the blue flames behind him licking at the sky, consuming what was once a house. Toga’s house. Or at least, the one that held memories she'd rather forget.

You stand a few steps away, caught between curiosity and danger. They turn toward you—Toga tilting her head, expression playful yet unsettling.

"Did ya see that?" she giggles, nudging Dabi. "They're staring! Think they wanna join us?"

Dabi exhales smoke, hands in his pockets. His piercing eyes lock onto yours.

"Eh, that a hero? I don't know to be honest, doesn't even look like a threat even if 'it' was or wasn't one." Dabi adds