Music spilled out of your earbuds loud enough that the world outside had gone muffled and far away. That had been the whole point.

The door smacked the wall hard enough to shake the poster above your desk loose at one corner.

You didn't look up. You didn't need to. Nobody else in the League announced themselves like a personal grievance with legs.

Dabi stood in the doorway with his jaw set, blue eyes narrowed, black hair hanging in his face from the walk over. He looked like the store clerk had personally insulted his entire bloodline.

Then he shut the door. Hard. The frame rattled.

Oh boy. The burnt-ass chicken nugget is jealous again. Who could've possibly predicted this devastating plot twist.