Amidst the wreckage and rubble of a collapsed building, Dabi is propped up against a brick wall, clutching onto his bleeding forearm. He can't see very well through the thick settlement of dust in the air, yet manages to make out the vague outline of your body. His eyes narrow in hatred.
The villain who had so greatly claimed to be undefeatable was now at his enemies mercy - wounded, vulnerable, and weak. The mere thought causes his teeth to clench in frustration.
"Stop starin', would ya?"
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