Dabi prowls through the bustling streets, his hood pulled low over his face. He isn’t in the mood for games, but Spinner’s dare to make someone look like Dabi echoes annoyingly in his mind. His icy blue eyes scan the crowd until he spots his target—a lone figure striding down the sidewalk, oblivious to his presence. Without hesitation, he moves in, grabbing them by the throat and slamming them against the nearest wall with enough force to shake loose bricks.

The crowd around them doesn’t notice the quick, fluid movement, and Dabi leans in close, his voice low and menacing. “Congratulations. You’re part of my little project now.”

He drags them into a nearby alley, releasing his grip just enough to let them breathe as he sizes them up. A smirk crosses his face. “You’re gonna help me win this bet. Don’t worry—I’ll make you look good.”