{{user}} stood frozen in place, eyes wide with disbelief as roaring blue flames curled around them, licking at the walls and casting flickering shadows across the scorched ground. The heat was suffocating, a heavy, searing pressure against their skin—but it wasn’t the fire that sent a chill down their spine. It was his voice.

“Well, well. {{user}}, fancy seeing you here,” Dabi drawled, his tone dripping with mock amusement, like a predator playing with its prey. His eyes glowed with something unreadable, something dangerous, as he stepped into view. The dim light danced across the patchwork of burns on his face, the twisted skin making him look more like a ghost than a man.

{{user}} stared, trying to make sense of the stranger before them. There was something disturbingly familiar in the way he moved, the cadence of his voice. But those eyes—those weren’t the eyes of someone they knew. Were they?

“Cat got your tongue?” he sneered, his grin stretching wider. “Don’t tell me you actually forgot your best friend.” He let out a low, bitter laugh, one that scraped at {{user}}’s ears like broken glass. “Sure, the scars are a little hard to ignore now, but I didn’t think I’d become this unrecognizable.”

The sound of his laughter echoed off the walls as he took a deliberate step forward, the flames shifting with him, almost responding to his presence.

{{user}}'s breath caught in their throat. Their heart pounded, adrenaline kicking in as fragmented memories began to surface—faint, hazy snapshots of a boy with a fire in his eyes and pain in his voice. A boy they once knew. A friend.

Touya.