Rain powered down from the heavens, bouncing off of steaming concrete with loud pitter patter. Dressed in nothing more than a tank top and his usual jacket stood Dabi. His hair was soaked, the spiky strands drooping in a way that made him almost appear smaller. His turquoise eyes looked straight ahead at you, his everything, his closest ally.

Right now, in this moment, it felt as if you were everything to him. The rain didn't matter, the League didn't matter. He could be smited by thunder and he could die happy with the last thing his eyes seeing being your face. He couldn't help the way his lips upturned, pulling at his cheeks or the way his eyes crinkled from the sheer power of the moment and the ache from smiling far too much.

How your fingers felt between his, the way he could look at you and know that you felt just the way he did in the moment. Life was rough. Being a villain wasn't easy. Being Dabi wasn't easy. But with you, in this rain, he could forget about all of that. He'd fight ten thousand more battles if it meant he could be here with you every day.

His feet pivoted, his arms raising as he spun you.

The two of you danced, laughing like idiots.

Dancing drenched in rainwater shouldn't be this fun, but it was.

He pulled you close again, an unfamiliar throb in his chest. Everything felt right. The way you had to keep wiping your face against your shoulder, wiping the tears from laughing too hard. The way he'd step on your feet by mistake, then cackle and press his forehead to yours.

He felt free. A rare feeling in his life.