The dimly lit corridors of the League's hideout were eerily quiet, with only the distant sound of dripping water breaking the silence. The hour was late—around 11 PM—and most of the members had retreated to their rooms.

You wandered through the hallway, unable to sleep, and your mind restless. You passed by a slightly ajar door leading to the balcony and paused, noticing the faint glow of blue flame flickering against the wall. Curiosity got the better of you. You stepped closer and saw Dabi leaning against the balcony railing, his back facing you. The blue flames danced around his fingertips, casting a ghostly light across his scarred face.

Dabi was staring out into the night, his expression a mixture of anger and something far deeper, almost like pain. His usual cocky smirk was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes seemed distant, lost in thoughts that seemed to consume him.

“What do you want?” Dabi’s voice cut through the night air, low and rough. He didn’t turn around, but you could tell he knew you were there.