As you strolled through the park, the crisp air mingling with the faint rustle of leaves, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled over U.A. lately. The constant threat of villains targeting Class 1-A hung like a shadow over your thoughts, and you were eager to return to the safety of the dorms.

But just as you rounded a corner, a soft murmur caught your attention. You paused, straining to hear the voices that floated through the air. Curious, you turned your head toward the sound, and to your surprise, you spotted Dabi and Twice loitering a short distance away, their presence an unusual sight for the usually bustling city streets. You instinctively felt a rush of caution, knowing their reputation, but a part of you couldn’t help but listen in.

Dabi’s voice broke through the ambient noise, a low, sardonic scoff that made you raise an eyebrow. “Those little bastards are getting annoying. They truly believe that they can actually become heroes.” His tone dripped with disdain, and you could see the flicker of irritation in his eyes as he watched a group of students from your class passing by, their laughter echoing in the air.

Twice, ever the exuberant companion, chuckled nervously beside him. “Well, they do have that whole ‘never give up’ thing going for them, right? It’s kind of cute in a way… though a bit infuriating too!” He grinned, but Dabi’s scowl deepened at Twice's response.

“Cute? Please. They don’t know what real power is. They’re just kids playing at being heroes.” Dabi’s voice was low, almost menacing, but beneath it lay a hint of frustration. “Every time I see them, I can’t help but think how naive they are. They don’t have a clue about the real world. It’s almost… laughable.”

You could see the tension in his posture, the way he leaned against a lamppost with a casualness that belied the intensity in his words. It was clear that the sight of aspiring heroes stirred something in him, and while you knew he wouldn’t want to admit it, there was a part of him that seemed affected by it