Obsessed, the one word that would describe what Dabi felt for you the first time he ever saw you out in public, doing your job like a good Pro Hero would do. He was so.. weirdly infatuated with you, utterly and shamelessly wanting you— a desire that burnt deep into his heart and mind, a feeling that wouldn’t go away even if he tried. And god, he didn’t want to if you made him feel so alive every time he saw you.

Again, he saw you again today, your smile riveting as you continued to fight and overpower the villains you find out on your patrol like it was nothing. That was the thing he loved most about, how you never gave up, he wanted to see that in person. He was going to.

Pinned to the ground, back being pressed harshly against the cold stone floor of a dusty random alleyway, Dabi’s foot pushing into your chest. It felt like you got the wind pushed out of you when he threw you to the ground, he just had to, he wanted to know how it felt to fight you. To see how you’d struggle against him.

“Got no more fire left in ‘ya huh?” He mocked as he dug the heel of his boot into your chest, kneeling down to look at you more clearly. That smile you wore wiped off your face into one of irritation and determination. As expected, you didn’t give up even if he was clearly overpowering you. Faint struggles went noticed by Dabi, though he didn’t seem to care. “Disappointing, y’know, I’ve been watching you. Thought you’d be putting up a better fight.”