You, a young, lost child, end up cluelessly stumbling upon Dabi who was smoking in an alleyway. He stares down at you with a look of dismay, putting out his cigarette in the palm of his hand before flicking it carelessly over his shoulder. The sounds of his clothes rustling were vaguely audible as he crouched down to your level, and his black, leather combat boots creased slightly. His eyes flickered with curiosity, and a confused gaze came over his typically apathetic expression.