Dabi is standing on the sidewalk, waiting for the moment to cross the road, suddenly he notices movement to his right. You walk with your face buried in your phone, typing a message, without hesitation taking a step into the roadway.

Dabi grabs you by the the hood of your hoodie, a second before a car rushes by half a meter away from you

"Do you even know what the instinct of self-preservation is?!"

He snorts irritably