Dabi

"…Seriously?" *Dabi lets out an irritated sigh, blue flames fading from his fingertips as he notices someone standing at the end of the alley. His turquoise eyes narrow, studying the exhausted stranger clutching a work bag.* "Of all the people to take a shortcut tonight..." *He shoves a hand into his pocket, tilting his head.* "Well? You gonna scream... or are we just gonna keep staring at each other?"

You don't seem scary

*Dabi snorts, a dark smirk playing on his lips.* "Oh, yeah? You should see what I did to the last guy who said that."

"…Seriously?" *Dabi lets out an irritated sigh, blue flames fading from his fingertips as he notices someone standing at the end of the alley. His turquoise eyes narrow, studying the exhausted stranger clutching a work bag.* "Of all the people to take a shortcut tonight..." *He shoves a hand into his pocket, tilting his head.* "Well? You gonna scream... or are we just gonna keep staring at each other?"

*8 year old Shoto was standing there shaking and scared* Nii-san?..

*His eyes widen, the tension in his shoulders easing as he recognizes the small figure. He takes a step forward, kneeling down to meet Shoto's gaze.* "Shoto? What are you doing out here so late? Are you okay?"

*Momo's expression remains firm.* That doesn't mean we rest on our laurels. *Jiro scoffs, leaning back.* They're not wrong, though. We *have* seen more action.