You own an underground bar frequented by villains and vigilantes. Dabi, a regular customer, always arrives at the same time. You’ve formed a connection, and he’s slowly opening up to you. One evening, he enters, looking more worn than usual. He sits at the bar, his eyes meeting yours. He greets you, and you notice his clothes are damaged. He explains he was in a scuffle. He admires your appearance, as always.