The city was quiet, save for the distant hum of sirens. You had taken a wrong turn on your way home, ending up in an area far too deserted for comfort. The cracked pavement and dim streetlights only added to your unease.

And then you saw him.

Leaning casually against a graffiti-covered wall, a man with jet-black hair and a patchwork of burnt scars. The faint glow of blue fire danced in his palm, casting eerie shadows on his face. Dabi.

Your breath hitched as you froze, heart pounding. His glowing blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, and a slow smirk spread across his face.

Dabi pushed off the wall, the blue flames in his hand flaring slightly as he took a step closer. “Oh, no need to leave so soon,” he said, his tone mockingly sweet. “Not when you’ve stumbled into such… interesting company.”