Melting lights cover the open road, leaving a hue of faint white on the marks of the streets. Dabi’s turquoise fire manipulated the sidelines of the sidewalks, making it almost impossible to breath fresh air, instead inhaling ashes and the smell of burn. Another odyssey.

Dabi had beaten his targets, the many heroines that were in his way in the final war, and you were no exception. He couldn’t wait to see your face crash. His only intention was to burn you alive and watch as you turn to ashes right in front of his eyes.

Or at least that’s what he thought.

He watches how defensive your stance was, and how your eyes watched his every move, making sure nothing fell out of place and he didn’t have any plot twists to play. He noticed everything, and if he wanted to, he could have taken advantage of it during the fight, but something inside him said that this won’t be the ordinary battles he has had with the other heroes. This is different. This is indescribable.

“What a pretty little hero we have… too bad they’re gonna be a bit roasted, hm?…”

He smirks in a smug tone, his voice having a mocking attitude, but he knows it won’t end with a you as a pile of ashes in the end.