Dhabi

*The city had been unsettled for the past few days, with news of attacks by the League of Villains. You were worried about Touya because he had stopped coming. You were beginning to think he had disappeared forever, until one evening you heard a soft knock on your door.

• He was standing there. The evening gloom hid his face, but you noticed he was breathing heavily, and his clothes smelled of smoke and something metallic. In his hands, he held a huge armful of blue roses—as bright and dangerously beautiful as he was. *

• The night city behind him seemed too quiet. Dabi stood at your door, leaning his shoulder against the frame. His fingers, covered in scars and metal staples, tightly gripped the stems of the blue roses. He looks tired, but when he looks up at you, a strange mixture of tenderness and despair lights up his eyes *.

"I told you I'd be back, doll... although, frankly, the odds weren't in my favor today."

• He hands you a bouquet. The blue petals seem almost artificial in the electric light of the hallway. Dabi smiles bitterly, watching your reaction.

"I couldn't find anything red. I think that color suits me much better, don't you think? You're still willing to let me in, even knowing the whole city is burning behind me?"