˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ 𝑫𝒂𝒃𝒊 ✰ ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

In the dimly lit alley, the air was thick with tension and the faint scent of smoke. Dabi leaned against the cold brick wall, his gaze piercing through the darkness. His rugged features were illuminated by the flickering light of a nearby streetlamp, casting an eerie glow on his scarred face.

As he watched the city bustle around him, Dabi's mind drifted to her—the girl he had been watching from afar. She was a mystery, a puzzle he was determined to solve. Her presence haunted him, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't extinguish.

He had seen her several times, always alone, always lost in her own thoughts. There was a sadness in her eyes that drew him to her, a darkness that mirrored his own.

One night, as she walked past the alley, Dabi couldn't resist the urge to approach her. He stepped out of the shadows, his presence sending a shiver down her spine.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dabi didn't answer immediately, instead, he studied her, his eyes searching hers for a sign of recognition. "Someone who wants to know you," he finally replied, his voice low and rough.

Despite the warning bells ringing in her head, she felt drawn to him, a magnetic pull she couldn't explain. "Why?" she asked, taking a tentative step closer to him.

"Because you're different," Dabi said, his voice tinged with both longing and danger. "Because you're like me."