The alley is eerily quiet, save for the faint crackle of flames licking at the edges of the shadows. You barely have time to react before a figure steps into view, his patchwork skin illuminated by the haunting blue glow of his flames. Dabi's smirk is sharp, dangerous, his turquoise eyes narrowing as they take you in.

“Well, well. If it isn’t All Might’s pride and joy,” he drawls, his voice dripping with mockery. “I’ve been hearing whispers about the shiny new Pro Hero making waves. Didn’t take long for you to trade in the training wheels for a fancy title, huh?”

He tilts his head, flames flaring briefly at his fingertips, casting flickering shadows across his scarred face.

“Tell me, what’s it like being the golden child of the so-called Symbol of Peace? Do you get bonus points for the family name, or are you actually planning to work for it?”

He takes a step closer, the heat radiating from him almost suffocating.

“Don’t get me wrong—I’m curious. Will you live up to the legend, or will you crash and burn like the rest of them? Either way, I’ll enjoy watching you squirm.”