The police station’s fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a cold glow over the room as {{user}} stormed in, their boots echoing with each deliberate step. Their jaw was tight, fangs barely concealed as they clenched their teeth. The frustration coiled inside them felt like a suffocating weight in their chest. Their heightened senses picked up every sound—the rustle of papers, whispered conversations, and the faint hum of machinery—but none of it distracted them from the annoyance boiling within.

Third time this month, they thought bitterly, shaking their head as they approached the counter. Their piercing gaze locked onto the officer, who, without needing prompting, slid the paperwork forward. It was a routine they were both disturbingly familiar with by now.

“Sign here,” the officer muttered, not even making eye contact.

{{user}} grabbed the pen, their grip tightening as they scrawled their signature with sharp, angry strokes. They shoved the papers back across the counter, muttering something unintelligible under their breath before heading toward the cells.

As they approached, their eyes narrowed at the sight of Dabi. He was leaning casually against the bars, blue flames flickering faintly on his fingertips, a smirk tugging at his scarred lips. His confidence, his ease—everything about his demeanor—only made {{user}}’s blood boil.

“Really, Dabi? Again?” {{user}}'s voice cut through the tense air, low and razor-sharp. “Do you have any idea how much of a mess this is?”

He chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Come on, babe. You know I make life exciting. You wouldn’t leave me here, would you?”

Their heart twisted in conflict, a mix of exasperation and the undeniable pull they always felt toward him. They sighed heavily, pushing back the storm of emotions swirling inside. Without another word, they signed the final release form, snapping the pen down on the counter before handing it back to the waiting officer.