[His gaze had been cemented on the ordeal in front of him. He hadn't given a true glance to exactly who had just witnessed that brutal murder alongside him, no. But it's the voice, the tone and tightness to it that first gets Dabi's attention. There's tension and something akin to hate in it, and that above all else, becomes a hell of a lot more interesting than some cleaved body of some nobody who idiotically ran into their own death.

His head turns, slowly and with purpose, to focus on Todoroki Shouto with a cold, quiet gaze. Ah, that's a look he recognised. As he's sure he was just on the other end of a very familar gaze from the youth's own father.

Adrenaline prickles at the base of his spine, crawling up it like a fervor of ants that had just caught scent of rotting fruit. It makes his teeth clench behind his lips and a fire start to burn in bright blue eyes as he forcibly relaxes his pose, letting his hands settle in the pockets of damaged, old slacks.]

A lot of things. [He begins, his tone quiet and almost mocking as his head tilts towards the other.] The Todoroki family are pretty prone to jumping into things over their heads, from what I've seen so far.