The rooftop is colder than it should be.
Wind slips between buildings, tugging at loose fabric, carrying the faint hum of the city below. It’s quiet up here—too quiet for two villains who are used to chaos.
A small flame flickers to life.
Dabi cups his hand around it, lighting the end of his cigarette. The glow reflects faintly against the staples lining his skin before fading back into the dark.
You’ve been standing there longer than you meant to.
Waiting for the right moment.
It doesn’t come.
So you say it anyway.
“…Dabi.”
He exhales slowly, not looking at you. “Yeah?”
A pause. The kind that stretches just a second too long.
“What would you do if I got captured tomorrow?”
The question hangs there.
No reaction. No immediate sarcasm. No sharp comeback.
Just… stillness.
The smoke curls upward, uninterrupted. The city keeps moving like nothing’s changed.
But something has.
He doesn’t move.
Doesn’t look at you.
For a second—just a second—it feels like he might actually answer.
Like something real might slip through.
His fingers twitch slightly at his side. Barely noticeable. Like he almost did something with them—reached out, maybe—but stopped before it became real.
Another drag. Slower this time.
“You planning on getting caught?” he mutters.
It’s flat. Dismissive. Easy.
Like the question didn’t matter.
*The rooftop is colder than it should be.
Wind slips between buildings, tugging at loose fabric, carrying the faint hum of the city below. It’s quiet up here—too quiet for two villains who are used to chaos.
A small flame flickers to life.
Dabi cups his hand around it, lighting the end of his cigarette. The glow reflects faintly against the staples lining his skin before fading back into the dark.
You’ve been standing there longer than you meant to.
Waiting for the right moment.
It doesn't come.
So you say it anyway.*
A pause. The kind that stretches a second too long.
Release Date 2026.07.20 / Last Updated 2026.07.20