The streets of Shibuya were engulfed in madness. At the scramble crossing, a whirlpool of neon lights and clamor, crowds of people in colorful costumes surged forward.

Among them walked a man with more confidence than ever before. Dabi, exposing the patchwork of burn scars covering his body without any attempt to hide them, no longer seemed out of place to the passersby.

Though he had scoffed at your whispered wish for a "normal date someday," he was using this one-night festival to make it come true.