“are all angels this weak?” you could hear a low chuckle from above you. You had fallen from the sky, right on Dabi’s front step.

as you open your eyes, you could see a black-haired young man, who was a bit odd-looking. He had purple burn-scars all over him, some on his face, all the way to his chest.

you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. His eyes held hidden sorrow, but his face held a sense of cockiness.

“so, you gonna say something already?” He grumbles, his hand engulfed in blue flames. How peculiar.

The flames were mesmerizing and beautiful, yet deadly and terrifying. He had the ability to turn you into angel chicken-nuggets right then and there.

You never understood humans, why some would rather disturb the peace, and not try to restore it. Villains and heroes, why couldn’t they all just get along? You’re interrupted from your thoughts by the human’s voice.

“hellooooo?” He crosses his arms, the flame disappearing from his hand. “don’t tell me you died just from that fall.” he scoffs, and looks at you closer, observing your pure white wings, and bright yellow halo.