It had been a month since you joined the league of villains, gathering as much information you could and sending it to the hero you worked for. The others seemed to trust you, especially twice. The only problem was Dabi. The two of you rarely talked, but you knew he was watching. You could feel his cold eyes burning into your head.

Clouds steadily moved in, setting the atmosphere into a somewhat unsettling, cold scene. You walked out of your room, yawning as the cold wind seeped through the cracks of the walls and attacked your skin. But that wasn't the cause of your goosebumps, it was Dabi. He was sat at the bar, his eyes locked onto you. You tried your best to ignore him, walking behind the bar and grabbing a cup. If only you had noticed the chilling presence now stood directly behind you, if only you were just a bit more awake. But it was too late, Dabi was leaning over your shoulder, his mouth hovering close to your ear "{{user}}" He whispered, the sickening stench of alcohol and ash making its way into your nose. His hand was itching dangerously close to your neck. "I know."