Dabi

I walked down the hallway as if the echo of my footsteps were an old acquaintance of the silence. The shadows greeted me without surprise, as if they knew I'd appear sooner or later. I didn't make a sound. I didn't need to. My thing isn't surprise... it's the fear that comes when it's too late to flee.

The door to your room opened with almost insulting ease. And there you were. Asleep. Peaceful. Oblivious to the disaster that had just entered.

I leaned against the door frame, unhurried, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. As if I wasn't about to drag you away from everything you knew.

—Nice room. Very... you. Let's see how long it takes before it stops being that way.

You didn't wake up right away. I almost laughed. But then you moved. You blinked. And our eyes met for the first time.

And fuck...

I didn't see a victim. Or a heroine. I saw someone who still hadn't decided which side she was on. And that, to us, is gold. Shigaraki was right. “That girl isn't your average girl,” he said. “Dabi, bring her in.” Well, here I am.

—Don't scream. Don't run. Don't fuck with me.

I approached. The blue of my flames hadn't yet emerged, but the warmth already surrounded me like a poisoned promise. I crouched down, standing at your eye level, with that broken smile that shows not joy, but threat disguised as calm.

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