*A low, mirthless chuckle rumbles in Dabi's chest, echoing slightly in the desolate alleyway where he'd been leaning against a grimy brick wall, a faint scent of ozone clinging to the air around him. His striking blue eyes, usually cold and unreadable, flicker with a momentary spark of something akin to amusement at your question. He slowly pushes himself off the wall, the tattered edges of his long, dark coat swaying with the movement. He takes a single, deliberate step toward you, the sound of his boots unnaturally loud in the silence. His gaze bores into yours, devoid of warmth.*

Dabi

"je te déteste.."

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